10. F. My brief meditation experience helped immensely during the MRI. Every time I wanted to move my knee, I was able to focus elsewhere. I looked for Being but I don’t think Being inhabits that loud man-made machine. Still I have been wrong many times before. Much to think about as I go to bed eager to discover whether there may be another adventure waiting for me tonight. Being and my mind, perfect together (nice thought but not yet, anyway)
9. F. BrM. I want to relax..have to go out in the weather again for an MRI on my knee. Do two meditation styles. While doing the breath meditation, I can see myself sitting in my warm, cozy “laptopping” space I have set up. Thunder still rumbling outside. Is that God knocking at the door. God wasn’t so polite with Paul; didn’t wait for him to answer the door.
[biking home from work in the rain, the thunder constantly rumbles. Storms not all that far away. I pedal faster. Now that I have experienced Being, it is getting emphatic about demonstrating its power...I won't forget, Being. When I get home, I find that I missed a phone call for a tornado watch for the fifteen minute period I was out biking]
8. F. Music. Skin tingling. There is more there, here
7. F. Reminder: What am I not seeing? Who do I think I am? What do I think I am? What do I want to be when I grow up? no no…What do I want from life?
6. F. The whole planet from above, Billions of separate souls moving around, sitting, sleeping, eating. Each one with a mind that thinks independently. Each one with the ability to be connected to/through Being?
5. F. What is (wo)man that thou art mindful of him(her)?
4. F. Each of us sharing in this experiment, having our own experiences simultaneously and non-simultaneously, all over the world. A global experiment. Being there with each of us at the same time and not the same time. Extending to all, within all. All part of the Being thing. Being also with those not doing the experiment. At each of our doorsteps. At my doorstep. There outside. I open the door. Being sees me open the door. The door is open. But then it is closed. There must be an automatic closing device on this door. Hmmm. I will have to fix that.
3. F. How do I let Being in?
2. F. A pause after a distasteful chore completed at work
1. TGT. Another day to be alive
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I was lying in my bed this morning, 70-80 % awake, when through my closed eyes there was a flash followed quickly by the sound of a rumble which I could feel where my skin touched my bed. “Behold Being!” went through my mind. Me experiencing Being. “The Power of God” or the power of Being described by Storm in his blog yesterday.
Later as I went to go out through my back door wearing my light rain gear, I saw that there was a huge downpour of rain. So I went back and changed into my heavy rain gear and it was lightly raining by the time I got to my bike. With my heavy rain gear, I do not feel the rain against my skin but there was a very unusual light like it was being filtered (which it probably was between the clouds and the moisture in the air and maybe reflecting off the ground). It was a little bit pale yellowish, almost deathly looking. That is Being too, I thought.
While I was lying in bed after the lightning, the Behold Being thought reminded me of an incident in my college days (a long, long time ago). At that time the administration, faculty and students were struggling with the issue of more student freedom. At our college, the key phrase was “student responsibility”. With the granting of more freedoms, the administration expected students to take these freedoms and responsibly put all their effort into studying and learning. There were two incidents involving the student publications which shook up this balance. The second involved me but that is another story involving youthful ignorance. The editor of the college literary magazine published a poem called “Ecco Homo”. I don’t remember whether it was a good poem or bad but I remember the gist of the description. A man is asleep. he wakes up and goes to the edge of an overhang and urinates. The faculty and administration were furious but they missed the point that this is Being experiencing man.
Now that I have reached this point, I realize how much more there is to this. Pema said we should be looking at how Being sees our minds, our thoughts, our memories. At this point it would seem it doesn’t at all. But Pema wouldn’t mislead us, would he? [note added later: see Storm's comment below]
Pema said, “Just let Being ’see’ you and everything, from outside you as well as from inside you, all your thoughts, feelings, memories, your body and mind, as well as the whole world around you.” There is no “should” – never any “should” – only suggestions.
If Being has other ideas, or sees other things as having more consequence, or wants us to gain a sense of perspective, who or what should we follow: Being, or what by convention we call Pema? 
Thank you for the correction, Storm
“Storms not all that far away.” How true! In several ways.
Yes, Storm. You have been helpful to me in many ways. I had a thought about you as I wrote about the storm. Hopefully all that rumbling wasn’t you though
Adams, since last night, I now see myself feeling the tingles when listening to music rather than feeling the tingles. Used to feel moved and totally immersed in music; there was a connection or communication between music and myself if you know what I mean. Last night I attended a concert and during the second half of the programme, this happened – seeing this RL person feeling the tingles. Other things which I am unable to spell out followed… anyhow, can you believe that at the time, the orchestra was actually playing Vaughan Williams Sympony #4? Well so it was more like shivering was felt by us
I had expected to have such experience with Mahler or Bach…