I do not find these 'heathen' inclinations at all beside the Buddha Dharma that I have injected into my veins throughout my spiritual and living development towards a decent worthwhile human creature.
Recently I have found myself drawn to something which I cannot explain reasonably or rationally.
I can say that there is a strong element of raw mythic energy to it. Which. may, be tapped into intuitively.
It is raw, maybe mystic, heathen, mythic, a regal buddha in the bush, who sits as part of the tree that shelters him and vibrates with the energy of the roots through his bottom. Sure it is kundalini + prana + whatever else.
Notably I notice quite a strong sexual vigour and with the yoga practice I see the need to direct that Swadhistana energy through the shushumna.
More so I see myself moving away from the strict academics. Visions of sacred geometry infest me, ancient mythic elements want to adopt me. A state of primal calm - a vast tranquil ocean, a vast sunset horizon becomes the picture of my mind.
Images of wizards, yogis, sages and mystics fill a world of spiritual norm, yet there is always a buzz of magical play at hand.
I am indeed still quite an ignorant fool, with selfish desires that ache for satisfaction, yet I also see their transitoriness and therefore give them no ignition. This I equally and ultimately thank to the nembutsu: namu Amita BU.
What are all these visions and audio presences that whisper in me?
Jung's 'archetypes seem quite close but are still quite personified.
I do not know? Yet very much a karmic unravelling.
They example in strange appeals to watch movies with odd themes or books with subjects of raw nature.
Slowly... quickly i find my world shaping and shifting to this growing interest and 'calling', if you will, to something pre-personified.
I will also take the responsibility of my own mind manifestations, I am foremostly the creator of such visions.
Yet they all seep in on a fog of precious mystery, a "cloud of unknowing", a myst of mind.
I do not simply want to wait in some form of fear of intimacy or intensity, as I am finding, I am allowed to act humbly on my intuition with a proper does of critical humour.
Mmm...
Humm...
Om...
Aum...
A...mita...
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