Pymander Aquarian

Alan Watts on KQED National Educational Television (PBS) in 1959 and 1960 the animated images are links to the internet archive where you can view the video, and/or download the video in any of various formats. If you're wondering what I mean by "animated images" and there are apparently grey rectangles below, you're probably on your phone. Sorry about that, check this post out on a real computer sometime. ;) In the meantime, click one of the grey rectangles. 1. Man and Nature 2. Things and Thinks 3. Time 4. The Void 5. The Silent Mind 6. On Death 7. Recollection 8. Queries and Sources This one is apparently only available through something called . I haven't signed up for the thing myself, but if you do please let me know how it was, and if you know of another source for this video please let me know. Otherwize: here it is . 9. Pain 10. Nonsense This one, also, is apparently only available through something called . I haven

(the white bold font is Andrew, the grey italics the students at his house in Hollywood Hills that night ) Just to find out: who has something to tell me about the work of these weeks? You have something. OK. Start this way, then. Tell me. After focusing very hard on dropping the saliva into the Chi, and then bringing it up to the pineal gland, I can't sustain intense pineal gland meditation. I mean after about ten minutes of that it gets almost unbearable, yet during that time of focus, I'm able to get more and more to a point of an unwavering emphasis and focus on the pineal gland, and even though for just a few minutes when I'm done with that I have an immense feeling of satisfaction. Do not bring it back to the pineal gland. You said last week After you ... No. Leave it there. It will go by itself, when the golden light will blend with the white light. But this is far from being the moment. And it must not be pushed. This is a very delicate operation; let t

Very interesting article here .

With special thanks to whoever that is. (I've a very similar one over my heart)

When I was growing up, in the morning my dad would meditate. As an adult I know I should clarify: he performed this particular "meditation", or exercise, or... I'm inclined to say "devotion". When I came of age and I was curious enough, I would sit with him for the beginning: "Auuuummmmmmmmmm". Then I would laugh and run away, and decide that my dad's word may be "Aummm" but my word is "Chah-kunnnngggg". Later, perhaps around 1984 after the divorce was put into process and I'd visit dad on weekends, and my ability to sit still on occasion began to develop, at the age of five, up in Sierra Madre Canyon, 81 Vista Circle Dr, in the master bedroom, at the window in the southwest corner of the room, facing westward out the window toward the back yard and the view of the canyon from up there, we would sit - he in front, me behind. The old Chinese dresser to our left, his bed (mattress on floor) to our right - the restroom