It just seemed everything was sticky, starting from my getting up (later than normal for a Java Rocks day), to driving in to town (felt in a daze), to Java itself (the parking spaces I normally park in were being used for construction), to driving around town (all this traffic was jumping in front of me, and going slow as h— all around me!).
There was almost no inner resistance to this “stickiness”, but it took some conscious participation on my part to NOT become a part of the “stickiness”. I had to consciously practice being “the observer” of what was going on, all around me. And not “the participant”.
[Kp note 1-22-13 11:08 PM: Okay, I’ve officially pooed out. Body…
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