One day I will awaken under the Bodhi tree, the qi will fill my meridians, Kundalini will pierce my chakras, my self will shatter into the multitude of lotus petals vibrating with the sound of om. And verily I shall behold the Akashic Records and I shall know what was, what is, and what shall be.
But until then I’d better go. I seem to be missing an ox and need to find it...
Ah. One day.
One day I will awaken under the Bodhi tree, the qi will fill my meridians, Kundalini will pierce my chakras, my self will shatter into the multitude of lotus petals vibrating with the sound of om. And verily I shall behold the Akashic Records and I shall know what was, what is, and what shall be.
But until then I’d better go. I seem to be missing an ox and need to find it...