The 21 Day Deepak Chopra Abundance Meditation Challenge
I have decided to take part in the 21 day abundance meditation challenge, starting on the 1st of December. This exercise is being run by @artemislives & @riverflows, and consists of a set of abundance meditations from Deepak Chopra for 20/30 minutes every day for 21 days.
Each day @riverflows will post the meditation in a dedicated discord channel and it is up to you to complete the meditation any time during the day. This is all completely free of charge, to read more please check out this post from the @naturalmedicine blog.
As I take part in these meditations I plan on writing more contemplative posts like this one inspired by the experience. Meditation can be a great catalyst for creativity, kind of like a re-boot for the brain. It is my hope that the abundance meditation practice will inspire the muse, but this is not my primary reason for joining this challenge.
Daily meditation is something I have tried in the past but found somewhat difficult to keep up if I'm honest. I first discovered meditation many moons ago when I was in the process of deep transition in my life. This was a time of intense dissatisfaction and the process of meditation allowed me to separate from the relentless noise of the depressive mind.
For me, this is the joy and wonder of meditation! It is a seemingly small thing, but separating from identifying with 'self' is actually one of the greatest things a human being can do. After all it is the ego that creates division. That division can come internally with one's self, with imbalances between emotional and physical expression, or it can be created by direct comparison with others through differences in ideologies, social/racial background or wealth. From this perceived separation comes conflict, and as egos feed on egos a negative feedback loop is generated.
What meditation does is slowly allow the mind to see that these separations are illusion. Fundamentally they are born out of ego and are only concrete if you believe that the ego (the self), and your perception of the world is all there is. Meditation allows you to see beyond that voice (ego), allows you to see that there is another part of you observing the patter of your thoughts. This other self is the universal. It is the part of a greater whole that is exactly the same as that person half way across the world that you see as other.
All of this is somewhat defunct in the telling though, as the only way to feel these things - down at the root - is through the silent mind; through meditation. They cannot be completely grasped through words.
Today I woke up with a plan. I have recently read about a dietary regime that could help me with healing my ongoing chronic gut illness, SIBO. It involves eating organic carrot salad daily with raw coconut oil and vinegar. I might write a post about the research behind it at some point in the future if it works.
Upon waking I spent around an hour in bed listening to a guided meditation from a spiritual teacher called Mooji which frequently helps me to reach a deep level of immediacy and connection with my physical body.
I find this type of meditation effective for shutting off that part of my mind that assesses and judges, leaving only a peaceful state of observance. It was in this state that I set out on my bike to buy all the ingredients for my carrot salad with the rain falling and the grey English clouds coddling me with their heavy blanket.
Cars fly by, red brown smears against tarmac.
Each drop of rain mirrors the other
as they strike the glassy surface of puddles.
A steady flow of the river's soul
filtered like blood through capillaries;
clouds born of sea, born of estuaries,
grown from babbling streams.
The rain will fall.
Drops drip along my nose.
A flow seeding jacket zip with a river of drips,
dumping unceremoniously on jeans.
The rain spit-spots a lizard skin pattern on denim.
Each puddle splashes, soaking my shin,
with the spin of bike tyres.
Students hand out flyers,
protesting a picket line outside the union.
The morning light...
the bustle of human motion in flow.
Passing, silent in noise.
Still, in motion.
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