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Paul Jaisini
The Oriental mystics—and Harry knows this, though he is loath to share—these great thinking men of the Far East have been able to levitate their consciousness to levels somewhat beyond the miserable two percent. No, they are not conscious of all that is. Surely, you would have to be God Himself to attain that sort of perception. The art of visualization has come late to Western Civilization. If any of you nibbled at the expensive and tres chic 1970’s lessons taught by Werner Erhard’s EST, by Lifestream or PSI, you will recognize that, none-the-less, some droplets of enlightenment have begun to leak in through the walls of Western resolve. Perhaps you received a mantrum from the Maharishi, perhaps learned to meditate from a loose-lipped Jesuit or a kid from Philly who lost himself for a decade in Tibet. And, perhaps not. I’ve been re-re-re-reading the “complete” short stories of Flannery O’Conner. Flannery, like Stephen King, is very generous in talking about the writing process (I would refer you to the introduction to his short story collection titled “Night Shift”) There is a zone of receptivity, an area of awakening, a place where writers and artists are when they create. It is the area of the completely possible, a sort-of place where chaos takes definition and unknown things come into the light. The great Flannery is quoted as describing her process as one of discovery.
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Paul Jaisini
The Oriental mystics—and Harry knows this, though he is loath to share—these great thinking men of the Far East have been able to levitate their consciousness to levels somewhat beyond the miserable two percent. No, they are not conscious of all that is. Surely, you would have to be God Himself to attain that sort of perception. The art of visualization has come late to Western Civilization. If any of you nibbled at the expensive and tres chic 1970’s lessons taught by Werner Erhard’s EST, by Lifestream or PSI, you will recognize that, none-the-less, some droplets of enlightenment have begun to leak in through the walls of Western resolve. Perhaps you received a mantrum from the Maharishi, perhaps learned to meditate from a loose-lipped Jesuit or a kid from Philly who lost himself for a decade in Tibet. And, perhaps not. I’ve been re-re-re-reading the “complete” short stories of Flannery O’Conner. Flannery, like Stephen King, is very generous in talking about the writing process (I would refer you to the introduction to his short story collection titled “Night Shift”) There is a zone of receptivity, an area of awakening, a place where writers and artists are when they create. It is the area of the completely possible, a sort-of place where chaos takes definition and unknown things come into the light. The great Flannery is quoted as describing her process as one of discovery.
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