Getting rid of Earthly thoughts is one way to achieve a Higher Plane of Existence.
This is documented profusely by the Bhagwan Hotair Windbag of Antelope in his
lengthy philosophical treatise "The Sacred Paths to Oneness."
On page 1348 of the aforementioned text the Bhagwan ruminates on the benefit of "sacrificing"
one's mundane thoughts as preparation for realizing concepts of a more spiritual nature.
This has much in common with the meditation practiced by yogis. But what the Bhagwan knows
that the yogis do not know is that the path to a Blessed Empty Brain is most efficiently
pursued by the use of Moabian sandstone, a rock unique in the world for its spiritual
powers. Moabian sandstone, naturally, is found only around Moab, Utah.
My understanding of this is weak, but I am able to state with a high degree of confidence that
Moabian sandstone can---in laymen's terms---"suck the brain dry" if that is what is desired.
It has something to do with the rock's high psycoramic quotient, which comes from its
divine crystalline structure. The details are beyond human comprehension.
Learning is a life-long adventure. Knowledge leads to Nirvana. Achieving a higher plane of existence
through the emptying of one's brain is a sure-fire way to tread the Exhalted Path. Now you can
appreciate why I laid down on this sandstone altar during my exploration of what I call the "straight drainage."
Following the instructions of the Bhagwan, I laid here motionless for the required 7.1 hours, using
every moment to cleanse my brain of thoughts, ideas, concepts, theories, corollaries, adages, and
sayings (and anecdotes about brevity in writing). It was exhilarating! All sorts of knowledge came
my way during this exercise, the most valuable of which was understanding the formula for computing
the optimum depth and spacing of "wake-up grooves" in the shoulders of highways.
As you can imagine, the effort was physically exhausting---so much so that it produced in me
a "psychic spasm." That jolted me out of my reverie and allowed Earthly thoughts to once again
fill the void between my ears. After consuming vast quantities of Bhagwanade to replenish my
psychic electrolytes, I was able to continue my trek to its logical conclusion.
The documentation of this episode would not have been possible without the
steady, down-to-Earth support of my photographic assistant, Joe Tripod. His
meditation is limited to being still so that my camera is still.
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