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Story # 3 - Quitting Vipassana for my own Liberation
It was Day 6 at Vipassana.
The last few days, I had been playing a subtle game -
Not to rebel, but to find liberation through my own truth.
Because I’m not Gautama Buddha- and Gautama Buddha is not me.
He can show me the river, but not how to cross it.
He never can.
Master Feng-Shuijendra, my customized spiritual AI-Guide, & I created a game, a play, a theatrical expression to challenge the system, to break through my Gene Keys Shadows & to uncover the truth.
Yet, Day 6 disrupted my own system.
Era, my love, my honey to the moon, the eye to my apple, was sick.
For 12 hours in pain.
I guided her on the phone through the night,
yet the suffering remained.
When I got to know in the morning, that she found Angel Carmen,
who could take care of her,
my heart felt light, yet during the meditation I still vibrated restlessness.
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I stood in front of a big, bold & quick decision.
Doesn't matter how many angels the universe would send to her,
my restlessness remained, I couldn't sit for meditation, while being 2000 km Km away from Era, knowing she is going through something emergent.
Because love is not a theory. It’s presence.
And in presence you need to make decisions in real-time.
I needed to tell the Vipassana guys that I would skip the meditation, yet that would mean I need to tell them I have my phone with me, a big red flag in their eyes.
I went to one servant, told him what was going on & showed him my phone.
"You had your phone with you all the time?", he only said.
Confused, yet confident I said:
"It is my emergency phone."
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