Sexy Sadie? Hotter Than Ever
I knew Room 316 would be around there somewhere and sure enough there it was. In other surroundings he could be mistaken for a homeless person. But here with the faint smell of cheap incense under the florescent lights he was our path to enlightenment. I wondered if there was a universal vibration that corresponds with the phrase ‘how stupid is this’?
I was interested in transcendental meditation, so I took a night class at a local community college. After a brief introduction, as each student approached the ulta-casual clothed one to receive their pre-approved personal mantra, I noticed something peculiar. His Beardness talked longer and smiled more with younger women. Isn’t this why John Lennon wrote Sexy Sadie? He asked us to push our chairs to the side and assume the lotus position on the floor as he perched himself on top of the desk, lotusizng himself as well.
In an instant my front row view of the blackboard turned into the cheap seats as a freighting bouquet of poorly kept privatude began to loom. Meditation turned into Mission Impossible. I opened my eyes to search for something, I don’t know what, when further revulsion struck. There it was; a yellow-potato-chip-horror-fungus big toe wiggling in front of my face. I felt my head jerk back. I excused myself and never returned.
I encountered a similar ‘how stupid is this’ moment when I read an article titled ‘In Pain? Try Meditation’. The article begins, ‘According to a new study, even a brief crash course in meditative techniques can sharply reduce a person's sensitivity to pain.’ There is that noxious nad smell again. ‘In the study, researchers mildly burned 15 men and women in a lab on two separate occasions…they rated the exact same pain stimulus — a 120-degree heat on their calves — as being 57 percent less unpleasant and 40 percent less intense, on average after meditation. They mildy BURNED 15 men and women? I think I just felt my head jerk back.
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