There are meditations where one focuses on sensory input, but I would say most practices focus on, yes, the here and now, but not away from thoughts and emotions, rather on anything sensory, thinking related, emotional. There would be no prioritizing of sensory over thoughts and emotions. They are all just considered phenomena.
[/quote]
Of course it is. You have to have meditated for a long time to have that experience. I wouldn’t say beyond, I would say underlying.
It sounds like you never read any Buddhist literature. What I’m saying is like “in basketball you need to put the ball in the basket” but for Buddhism.
It isn’t anything original.
But yeah it is certainly damn hard. As I said it would take me hours of preparation each day. As it does all Buddhist monks.
Yoga is the discipline of soothing the body so that the mind can observe itself, not distracted by objects. It exists only to prepare for the type of meditation I describe.
That doesn’t help me.
All right, hope that works out for you. I will just continue to not understand (I feel that’s more honest at least).
Its a lot of work. At least some months of full time discipline are required to even get a glimpse.
I recommend reading a (any) book by either a Chinese or an Indian source on this.
What Im relating is in no way controversial, or I think difficult to understand, I suspect you are merely new to it and like to pretend that Im being weird - I get that a lot. I just put in a lot more work in what I write about than most folks.
And this pays off. I actually know exactly what Im talking about most of the time and Im fairly unique in this.
Don’t mean to be… mean… its just you’re missing out if you don’t approach Buddhism as a technical discipline.
This stuff is all related.
youtube.com/watch?v=CPl8JNxSYIY
The most comprehensive and lasting of such a transcendent state of no-mind was called Nirvana.
Not Nevermind but being nor non-being.
For al intents and purposes here, Nirvana can be equated with Samadhi.
The most powerful yogi of the 20th century dedicated the following words to it:
Samadhi
by Paramahansa Yogananda
Vanished the veils of light and shade,
Lifted every vapor of sorrow,
Sailed away all dawns of fleeting joy,
Gone the dim sensory mirage.
Love, hate, health, disease, life, death,
Perished these false shadows on the screen of duality.
Waves of laughter, scyllas of sarcasm, melancholic whirlpools,
Melting in the vast sea of bliss.
The storm of maya stilled
By magic wand of intuition deep.
The universe, forgotten dream, subconsciously lurks,
Ready to invade my newly wakened memory divine.
I live without the cosmic shadow,
But it is not, bereft of me;
As the sea exists without the waves,
But they breathe not without the sea.
Dreams, wakings, states of deep turiya, sleep;
Present, past, future, no more for me,
But ever-present, all-flowing I, I, everywhere.
Planets, stars, stardust, earth,
Volcanic bursts of doomsday cataclysms,
Creation’s molding furnace,
Glaciers of silent x-rays, burning electron floods,
Thoughts of all men, past, present, to come,
Every blade of grass, myself, mankind,
Each particle of universal dust,
Anger, greed, good, bad, salvation, lust,
I swallowed, transmuted all
Into a vast ocean of blood of my own one Being!
Smoldering joy, oft-puffed by meditation,
Blinding my tearful eyes,
Burst into immortal flames of bliss,
Consumed my tears, my frame, my all.
Thou art I, I am Thou,
Knowing, Knower, Known, as One!
Tranquilled, unbroken thrill, eternally living, ever new peace!
Enjoyable beyond imagination of expectancy, samadhi bliss!
Not a mental chloroform
Or unconscious state without wilful return,
Samadhi but extends my conscious realm
Beyond limits of the mortal frame
To farthest boundary of eternity
Where I, the Cosmic Sea,
Watch the little ego floating in me.
The sparrow, each grain of sand, fall not without my sight.
All space like an iceberg floats within my mental sea.
Colossal Container, I, of all things made.
By deeper, longer, thirsty, guru-given meditation
Comes this celestial samadhi.
Mobile murmurs of atoms are heard,
The dark earth, mountains, vales, lo! molten liquid!
Flowing seas change into vapors of nebulae!
Aum blows upon vapors, opening wondrously their veils,
Oceans stand revealed, shining electrons,
Till, at last sound of the cosmic drum,**
Vanish the grosser lights into eternal rays
Of all-pervading bliss.
From joy I came, for joy I live, in sacred joy I melt.
Ocean of mind, I drink all Creation’s waves.
Four veils of solid, liquid, vapor, light,
Lift aright.
Myself, in everything, enters the Great Myself.
Gone forever, fitful, flickering shadows of mortal memory.
Spotless is my mental sky, below, ahead, and high above.
Eternity and I, one united ray.
A tiny bubble of laughter, I
Am become the Sea of Mirth Itself.
FC,
Thanks for the plethora of information!
Don’t be offended if I say this is difficult to understand. I would think it’s supposed to be difficult. You’re talking about something that is beyond perception and experience (or an amalgamation of all perception and experience… still not sure which it is)–like Kant’s ding an sich–it’s almost incomprehensible by definition. If you understand it, that’s something to be proud of.
I have not. And you’re right, I have not read up on a lot of Buddhist literature (well, I have, but that was years, and years, and years ago, and I’m sure my memory is distorted).
I think I’ll wait 'til next life before dedicating myself to as intensive a discipline as you describe. In this life, I’m all used up. All the forces of this life have a piece of me… using me like a cheep whore 
… and I have no time to be enlightened.
Haha,
well youre clearly not living in darkness.
Cheers gib, appreciated.