Thursday, March 19, 2015

Set the alarm for 4:30, snoozed til about 5am. I then got up and went for a walk. It’s 66 degrees, dark and seemingly cloudy as much as I can tell. Slight chance of rain I would say. Forecast. I walked and washing machine’d a couple laps around the track at a nearby park. Sleeping tiger meditations on the situp bench, gazing up at the leaveless trees and the hazy sky.

I’ve began reading a book called, “The Spiritual Activist.” It’s about developing your own personal spiritual practice, a how-to book in a way. Funny, that’s exactly where I’m at in life. Requiring a regular practice and to dig a bit deeper into Self. Some I know might joke about that, saying, “Yea, whatever. You’ve been deep into yourself all of your life.” And partly, they’d be right. Hey, we’re all where we are at any given point for a reason, right. I can at least say I’ve been trying to grow spiritually pretty steadily throughout life, and conscious of it hanging out there in the background ignored at times.

Anyway, what I do with my time…that thought arose this morning. And the body, the more I realize and conceptualize on just how connected we are to our Creator, the clearer I see the negative effect on the collective consciousness of the things that I do with my body that I’m not too happy about. We are His body. We are parts of the temple.

I tend to visualize it as it is represented on The Matrix.