You describe the Psychedeli Eucharist so stunningly and vividly. The imminent death of the ego, the meltdown of the vulnerable I, this is certainly heavy with care when the Eucharist is consumed by the fires of our hunger. The Great Purge is always already awaiting our hunger. Will the weight of our wait be enough for Transubstantiation to take place?
"The Great Purge is always already awaiting our hunger."
I think that (that) could describe your question best. The confusion. The bodhichittic response to the empty. For me, its been realizing that its not going to all be just, and just wit. I'm going to have to do something and have the shit-less-self be integral to the difficulty that (it) aparently needs me to see, needs me to see: needs me to see as its eyes; and its sight as my I's?
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I think that (that) could describe your question best. The confusion. The bodhichittic response to the empty. For me, its been realizing that its not going to all be just, and just wit. I'm going to have to do something and have the shit-less-self be integral to the difficulty that (it) aparently needs me to see, needs me to see: needs me to see as its eyes; and its sight as my I's?
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