I am journeying, and there is no place but here, no where to go.
I do not try. And that's all (this is not an intellectual technique).
I am HERE.
The kriyas.... the kriyas are Goddess moving.
I hear the plane on the tarmac all the time. (Pack your bags, my guru said). Sometime in the late afternoon or evening, the bubbly tinkly prana rising through the akasha begins, and now I notice the moment it starts.
And finally I understand, though it seems so obvious now. Which is fine because understanding is the booby prize.
Sound is very different from vision. Sound inside arises, and I am enchanted, I stop and tune in to the lovely divine tinkling... ohhh. Nothing could sound more beautiful.
This: the sound is about going inside.
For me, I fell from meditation, from japa and dharanas... fell through them and here in this velvet darkness it is suddenly so quiet, so still, so alive.
Outside I have equipoise. Oh, this is what is happening... I go with whatever it is. I can turn on a dime. Okay, now this.
My mind is steady. When mind does acrobatics, I am here in the buddhi mind, simply here.
The head falling forward kriya takes me deeper into the center place, where my mind is completely steady. No movement. No thoughts. Several times a day.