├ August 3 at 11:36am on Facebook
Many years ago, I once walked on the brightly lit crowded streets in Mongkok, practicing self-remembering alone,
after I read Colin Wilson's "Mysteries"
and Gurdjieff's "Views from the Real World - Early Talks of Gurdjieff".
- At that time... I never heard anybody,
even the priests, talk about meditation. -
Walking slowly on the pavement,
I pushed myself hard not to think but remember myself.
Suddenly the neon lights around me appeared very clear and alive.
In contrast, my ordinary everyday life seemed a black-n-white carbon copy of real stuff, drab and monotonous.
Those lively moments flashed into me like glimpses from the other world which appeard more real.
The mundane world then seemed all the more an illusion.
As in my lucid dreams, the images and messages appeared more real than my everyday reality.
I knew I was somehow awakened into an unknown dimension full of meanings and wonders.
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