I had a thought last night, when I awoke, because Marla wanted to come cuddle with me. Every night there is some child who wakes me up. Over the past four days I have been using this opportunity to practise my meditation techniques. In that peaceful state, observation is much more focussed. I thought to myself last night, my dreams are changing, perhaps through meditation the colour of dreaming too is altered. Sam addressed this today in lesson 13. Of course I have read about this, but the understanding of it can of course, not come from reading. It has been a strange few days. I have been physically very unwell, I have felt loved, more than I ever have. Family. A brother who understands me, the good and bad, without judging me. Then there is this silly little dog, peeing blood, who seems to wake up a little as time goes by. I have this need almost, to care. To be useful. To love. To Reason.
“I know of no society in human history that ever suffered because its people became too desirous of evidence in support of their core beliefs.” – Sam Harris
