An area where you miss all the fun is sex. By the mind catches up with what’s happening with the body, it’s over. And you feel stupid… I know something happened, I know it was great… but didn’t catch it, just the aftershock…
Another area is love. By the time you notice you are in love, it is gone. Or food: you eat for sometimes minutes before you taste the food, then you get fat, and you don’t know why.
You hear something, try to understand what you heard, go to the mind, and miss everything.
In my programs I use innovative meditation techniques to force you into the present moment, so you at least have a “concept” of what I am talking about. About the blissfulness of now, about the heaven of the here-and-now.
Once you can do it on the call, you become eligible to register into one of my paid programs where we do work to remove the “reason” you gave up being in the here-and-now, opening up the possibility for you to be happy, for heaven on earth… right now, and right now.
And while you are contemplating in your mind whether this is for you or not, here is a little joke I really loved.
A nun is sitting with her Mother Superior chatting. “I used some horrible language this week and feel absolutely terrible about it.”
When did you use this awful language?” asks the elder.
Well, I was golfing and hit an incredible drive that looked like it was going to go over 280 yards, but it struck a phone line that is hanging over the fairway and fell straight down to the ground after going only about 100 yards.”
Is that when you swore?”
No, Mother,” says the nun. “After that, a squirrel ran out of the bushes and grabbed my ball in its mouth and began to run away.”
Is THAT when you swore?” asks the Mother Superior again.
Well, no.” says the nun. “You see, as the squirrel was running, an eagle came down out of the sky, grabbed the squirrel in his talons and began to fly away!”
“Is THAT when you swore?” asks the amazed elder nun.
“No, not yet. As the eagle carried the squirrel away in its claws, it flew near the green and the squirrel dropped my ball.”
“Did you swear THEN?” asked Mother Superior, becoming impatient.
The two nuns were silent for a moment. Then Mother Superior sighed and asked, “You missed the fucking putt, didn’t you?
Isn’t it delightful? Could you be with the ball in the story, or were you with the words, waiting for the punch-line? How you do anything is how you do everything. If you could be with the ball, there is hope for you. If you were running ahead, oh well, you know the answer.