I know lots of pagans don't meditate daily, and many of us get distracted with the business of living and forget to take this self-care step for ourselves, so we're just not as practiced at it as a Tibetan monk. But I think I've discovered the fast track to getting good at it.
This isn't about buying some horribly expensive product like Holosync, and while it could involve sales I doubt it would take off very big if someone tried to make money off of it, so I'll just give it away. Little girls screaming.
That's the key to becoming an uber-fantastic meditator, I'm sure of it. Let me explain.
My bedroom, where I do most of my meditating since I had to let a friend move in and take over my temple space, faces the front yard and the street. The house next door, closest to my bedroom, has a little girl who frequently has friends over. Last night, I had some time before dinner prep and when the roommate got home, so I thought I'd relax from the day and meditate. I'd gotten about a third of the way into trance, when the girls started playing in the front yard and the screaming began.
Before I go further, let me state that I am absolutely not anti-child. I like kids, they're cute and stuff, and I would never want harm to come to any of them. That said though, I think the piercing sounds of a bunch of little girls has got to be the most trance-shattering noise out there. I can meditate my way through certain levels of pain, past dogs barking, and blithely not hear helicopters flying overhead while I'm in trance, but those little girls knocked me right out of it in nothing flat.
If you can meditate through little girls screaming, then my pointy hat is off to you. Personally, I'm considering paying them $5 each to just run around and scream with glee while I'm recording it, to use as a meditation-strengthening tool.
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