Thursday 1.16 p.m.
                              I meditated this morning for two and a half hours without changing position. This means that the jumpiness from the nicotine withdrawal has largely abated.
                               There are five sheaths mentioned in yoga. The bliss sheath is the third sheath. The fourth sheath is where your I-consciousness dissolves into the ocean of consciousness. I've been getting the odd intimation of this here and there, and I hope that's something I can get to when I go to the Holy Isle.
                                Why would anyone ever want to go into permanent retreat, the kind you die in, the kind you might be walled in for, Hotboy? Well, Jack, you might be able to get into samadhi, which is the fifth sheath, and that might feel so, so amazingly wonderful that there wouldn't seem to be much point in doing anything else, or hanging about in places where everyone else acts like a moron, and wanders around with their heads stuck up their backsides. Hmmm? Maybe still got a wee while to go with the nicotine.
                                I have to speak to folk today. I've been three days on my ownio, just speaking to shopkeepers and that. Just now I'm settling into it, but I have to go forth and interact today. Tomorrow I'll be going to Bellshill. God protect us from the flatheids!