I woke up in the middle of the night (was it the night? It was dark at least) in a plane somewhere between Paris and Tokyo. I didn’t feel too good. To deal with that, I began to do a little TM (Transcendental Meditation), and quickly, the discomfort melted away. I then slipped into something of a dream, or a meditation state, or I don’t know what, and had what I can only call an instruction. I didn’t hear any voices and I had no visual content to the dream but I had clear “instructions”. I can’t say I’ve ever had an experience like this before, or since.
The instructions were “you must write about the three rivers of Life”.
What’s that? I asked
The three rivers of Life are energy, time and consciousness.
Energy, time, consciousness. Energy, time, consciousness. Energy, time, consciousness, I kept repeating to myself, determined not to forget them and feeling that the moment I “woke up”, like with many dreams, what was clear now would disappear in an instant.
The three rivers of Life are the three flows which create Life. Everything emerges from these three rivers, and everything returns to them.
What have I to write?
Write about the three rivers. Write about flow. Write about this meditation you are going to do now.
I then practised the Three Rivers Meditation.
Why not try it for yourself?
Be the flow.
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