I’ve been reading books by Joe Dispenza over the years and the most notable thing I’ve learned is that your mind can’t differentiate between what has actually happened from what you’ve imagined vividly with emotion.
My mind interprets this as if I imagine traveling abroad on holiday, I don’t actually need to do it.
Except that whenever I try this - close my eyes and taste the champagne in my mouth while enjoying the view from my hotel room or whatever - I feel depressed when I open my eyes and realize it didn’t happen.
I guess I’m doing it wrong.
After all, all the adventures I had last year actually traveling the world have turned into mere thoughts. They feel like I could have imagined them. But they feel good, unlike the imagined memories I try to implement in meditation.
A tad frustrating.
RK out.
P.S. Having thought about this for a day now, my current theory is that the protein puddings I've been eating have been messing with my mind. I shall quit them for a few days and report back on the effects regarding the satisfaction levels of traveling meditation.
