Days 26 and 27 went by in an unfortunate episode of unwellness completely unrelated to whiplash or neurology but entirely to do with a bad choice of takeaways on Friday night! Amazing dreams, worthy of Salvador Dali. On speed. At a masquerade ball. I’m largely on the mend today, but let me just say there’s nothing like being under attack by truly vigorous bacteria to remind us how our mind is so much an embodied arising of consciousness. Change the body, and the mind changes drastically.
Needless to say, I don’t have a lot to report for today. Although I have dim memories of visualising while in the throes of gastro, it could have been I was merely dreaming about visualising. Or visualising my dreams. It all gets a bit blurry.
Just returning to the visualisations in earnest today, and expecting to have slipped backwards a bit. Nothing wrong there — further integration of the practice with daily life. Next time food poisoning strikes, it’ll be the second time it’s happened since I changed my brain’s wiring. I wonder if I’ll even be visualising still, then?