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I woke up this morning, did my two hundred uvula sucks, went up to
55 renas of bliss (I've named the bliss scale after she who coined
the phrase, "Who much bliss can you tolerate?"), stabilized at 50
during the cappucino ritual whilst singing an assortment of anthems
("Way Down Upon The Swannee River," "My Country 'Tis of Thee,"
"A Piece of Peace Apiece" to the 'Sheik of Araby' tune). Danced
with Riqui during the last one, which he always enjoys.

Then sat down to read my e-mail, whilst purring eight to the bar.
A nameless goddess recommends that I write up all my Harmless Exercises
in one slim volume and leave it on local coffee tables. I guess it could
include:
uvulizing, purring, snoring, flaring nostrils, breathing from the, er,
rear end, smiling with the chin muscle up, blinking to swat thoughts.

Actually I'm determined to spend all day today purring as much as
possible just to see if I can maximize my bliss tolerance forever and
make it up to the Nirvana plateau at 100 renas.

Beams and so forth,

If anyone wants the bliss tolerance scale chart, you can view it
at:
www.raysender.com/gowanchart.html
and also there is a recently constructed Buddhish jhana bliss
absorption graph at
www.raysender.com/jhanaschart.htm