During the morning drilling, I had a realization that shifted me. It was the feeling of deskinning my body. I discreated an identity. The neat thing was I felt that if I went back to look at it or talk about it, explain it, or describe it, that would be like profaning a moment of enlightenment. A practice of keeping my attention on the primary, moving forward. The past doesnt exist! Yahoooo! My love to you.
Trish Deignan- USA- 2005
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