My eye just twitch watching this prompt. Did I just read that? Blank. Nothing. Empty. Void. A huge empty space void filled with nothing but blank.
Blanking is a deliberate move to erase, cross out, delete in order to blank. The first instruction I heard when I started meditation. Blank. Blanking is suspending life and all its substantive meaning to lock them up in a virtual cage. An attempt to living life at another stage in a parallel world.
When I go blank I become completely consumed of my physical senses, its connection to its original source. The sound of my own heart beat, witnessing its power to make the chest rise and fall at regular intervals, never rising and rising, or falling and falling, but rising and falling, falling and rising. Each rising and falling gets deeper, longer, bottomless, reaching into the bowels of the universe seated right inside. Once there it attains peace and calm.
As the heart achieves serenity, that message is sent to the other organs inside the body communicating the perfection process of life, that everything is in order, life constinues. Chemically, an oxygenated blood is flowing through the veins delivering that oxygen the lifeblood that helps organs perform their job.
I’ll stop here, I’m blank.