Musings of a Basement Dweller: Visions of my yogi Dave Morris

A few months ago, I underwent a sublime astrological transfiguration.

6 hours into my Vedic Mantra - I had to stop and restart several times since I could hear some suspicious heaving through my thin basement walls - my Pineal Gland de-Calcified and my inner-light shone!

My third body ascended to an unknown Plane... AHHH!

I was struck by VAJRAYANA!

It was painful, but pleasant.

I wanted to shut my third eye - too much light - I'm not ready for this.

I'm only on the third Chakra? How can I harness all seven?

My mum's friend Tony always told me "Lad, you've gotta crawl, before you hump!".

Then all of a sudden...TATHAGATAGARBHA! TATHAGATAGARBHA!  TATHAGATAGARBHA! 

The truth behind the TATHAGATAGARBA scriptures were revealed to me.

I became simultaneously separate and at one with myself and my inner-buddha.

Is my true name Mandeep? Or perhaps Kevin?

I wept profoundly as my shell transcended to time-insensitive planes. 

I reflected on the circularity of life, and the benevolent Ether descended from the Pleiades.

I closed my eyes, and somehow I woke up in the pub across the road speaking to a man I later found out was called 'Dave Morris'. 

In between 2 and half pints I realized he was my yogi.

And subscription to the full spiritual package is only £20/month!

I've always been able to spot a bargain!

And that's where our journey began.

Maybe I was tripping on the 'shrooms I bought for £7.50 from Dodgy Dennis. 

To be continued...

Part 1