Theravada Buddhism Is The Shit
My Brush With Vipassana
I went to a ten day Theravada Buddhist retreat back in the mid ’90′s, in Western Massachusetts. 16 hours a day of intense meditation. It was amazing. It was wild. No guru, no mantra, nothing but focus on the sensation of the air entering, and leaving my nostrils.
To my shame, I cracked on day 3, or 4, and bailed. That’s a good 48 hours of motionless focus. If you know me, you will be very impressed. I got all worked up about money, rent, etc., and split. It was all bullshit of course, my ego railing against its annihilation. It’s exactly what you work through, and come out the other side. None of that lovey dovey compassion that you get with Amida Buddhism, just the straight up realization that there is nothing, not even you. Poof.
I saw this picture on /b/ and it reminded me of my last flickering sparkle of life as any kind of yogi. I drove home and got drunk and high, if I recall properly. And it’s been Jacob’s Ladder ever since. Not really, but damn, sometimes it feels like it.