Cal, I don't consider your posts to be rants. They are very honest and informative, and if I didn't get anything out of them, I would choose not to read them.
You have landed on something that I had been dealing with as well: strong desire. What to do with it? Why is it so annoying? What a distraction!
On the other hand, it seems like there are skillful ways to deal with this as well which is great. I liked how meditation lead to what I thought would work with the body meditation which I used to try: "hair of head, hair of body, nails, skin, teeth."
Yes, I agree that we have a good teacher; I'm looking forward to sitting with you.
Your post reminds me of something. I've noticed that during meditation, my lips are closed, but my mouth is open. When I finish the session Ill chomp back down and man do my teeth feel foreign, like they have been pulled up and need to be pushed back into place or something.
Perhaps it is my self-view. That I might see it as ranting due to rising insecurity towards personal experience being shared. I have noticed it to be present. Thank you for your encouragement.
Desires at their prevalence, with me, are voracious and rampant. Perhaps it is in the contrast of nothingness that they arise as vulgar, unwanted and invasive. I truly only get this way when I meditate consecutively and become wholesomely saturated. Otherwise, the desire appears as it normally would, although I will be partially removed from it, and can observe it, it is a natural impulse. But, I am not fully enlightened. Perhaps there will be a time when I can be fully removed from them all-together.
I've spent the better part of a year searching for others. I'm always fumbling around, reading something of religious nature, and looking for others that experience what I do. Jeff and the GWV, all they've done, it's unheard of elsewhere. There are countless accounts of individuals who experience terrifying, beautiful and ecstatic things at meditation retreat. And for each one of those accounts, there is a scumbag on the other end attempting to exploit, or bury that person for those experiences. To think about all of them who sought out some sort of treatment for an "illness" produced of natural phenomena is truly heart-wrenching when I know they just do not have guidance. They don't have guidance because these "teachers" don't know their head from their ass. Ya know, I've spent time reading on what some of them will say, their interpretations of the Suttas, quite frankly, sometimes I laugh. So many have it so wrong. I know this because each and every last word in the Sutta can be felt in and of itself.
All of it. The Buddha was a truly amazing individual, and those that were near him, in his time, were some of the luckiest men to walk this earth. Just as we are lucky to have Jeff.
This is another reason why a GWV retreat center is so important. There are so many lost people out there. So many that are driven to false beliefs due to fabricated social expectancy.
Every bit of it fabricated. There is no freedom within boundaries. From the moment someone is born there is a "place" thrust upon them within the bounds of man. Some might argue that navigating within those boundaries is "freedom". I suppose that will have to come down to the individual, and what they believe, or what one is willing to accept. But for those who stumble upon Freedom; they have no place. We see it everywhere, if we choose to see. Freedom is marginalized, Freedom becomes a threat to government and assimilation, Freedom does not further the interests of the man on High Mountain, Freedom does not discriminate (god forbid a place of equality)...Freedom is permanent.
Imagine the people sitting alone right now, crying, afraid, feeling dejected, alienated, and "different" because there is something inside of them that tells them "This world just isnt right, something is wrong with it". These same people might spend the majority of their lives wondering why people are the way they are. These same people are the ones who turn to a false teacher. These same people are the ones I speak of.