This morning I was taking a shit, using external pressure, thinking it would be better to let it come out naturally but too impatient to wait, and I wondered if my spiritual teacher ever forces his turds out.
These are the sorts of questions no grown man should have to ask himself.
At the three-quarter mark of this series, it’s time to take stock.
In the ancient Hebrew teachings, to name a thing was to have dominion over it.
Dave claims that the word “Transmission” is necessary. He says that we need a finger to show us the Moon.
I say, if you want to see the Moon, you don’t need someone to point at it—or stick a flag on it.
I am no longer allied with Dave, his group, or the “Enlightenment Transmission” as defined by anyone else.
I am allied only with my internal sense of what’s true and real.
Something has ended for something to begin. It’s not enlightenment, which has proven (once again) to be overrated.
What has ended is a form of dependency, for autonomy and self-reliance to begin.
Autonomy means taking responsibility for my own bowel movements. One turd at a time.