Phil and I went to a meditation class today and here are a few things I learned.
People who have a lot of pain are gifted. They are just using it backwards. My knees are gifted and they bend the wrong way, I guess. But this is a concept I'm going to think about.
People with anxiety have a HUGE POTENTIAL to feel a lot of peace. How about that, those of you who are stressed? this was very comforting to me. Peace. What more could we ask. Well, okay, money would be nice, but peace sounds pretty good at the moment.
Meditation teaches people to go into a relaxed state of awareness. Example: Driving and passing your exit and not realizing it until ten miles down the road. Ever done that?
With deeper relaxation and mediation you can learn how to make better choices.
Meditation will help you get better sleep.
People who can concentrate well can meditate well. Hum. Phil and Elizabeth talk to me and I say, "What?" It drives them crazy because they think I'm either deaf or don't listen to them. But I am thinking of something else or I am watching TV and the rest of the world is non-existent. My sister Pat could do this and I think she practically walked on water so I'm in good company. Maybe it's in the genes. So if your family asks if you are deaf just say you are a good concentrator and you would be a good meditator and get rid of bad choices, and pain and anxiety and let them scratch their heads.
A relaxed state makes concentration more focused--like a magnifying glass does, focusing the rays of the son on one spot.
Mediation helps you get out of self destructive state so you can make better choices. Did I already say that?
In our busy world we are so often in high gear that we need mediation to allow ourselves to focus and relax.
In voice mediation--like listening to a tape or even a live voice--you hear what you need to hear, even if you stop listening to the voice. Trust yourself.
That's it. The class was great and I had a lovely meditative experience, even a spiritual one, with my mom and two dad's showing up. I think they have been with me and with Elizabeth a lot in the last couple of weeks. It's been very comforting.
Oh, one more thing. Wayne Dyer wakes up at some horrible hour every morning--like 3:17 or some such time--and he gets up and stays up. He meditates later in the day and says that a meditaion is equal to several hours of sleep.
I didn't get enough sleep last night so I decided to see if Wayne Dyer was right--see the end of yesterday's post--that when you meditate it is worth several hours of sleep. I was deep into meditation when "Yowl, yowl, yowl," that was Minkey standing in the doorway. Who knows what he wanted? He finally went away. In five minutes he was back, "yowlyowlyoowwwll." 
