22/11 Last night I had such physical distress and mental duress I thought I might die. Every arising thought, unless it was a vision of the yidam bestowing nectar or the consecrating deities pouring soothing bodhicitta from a vase, was poison and halted my breathing. Heart, lung, and digestive systems were malfunctioning. It seems from doing mantras and the four consecration practice that had yielded breakthrough yogic results, a bubble of scalding air and vibrating energy had been trapped at first at my throat, freeze-burning it like I’d eaten very cold ice cream. Then it began to slowly move with the downward clearing air. As my stomach was bloated from arrested digestion, I was desperate to speed up the downward clearing air and be physically empty. Not too long before, there’d been Great Bliss from upward moving airs while doing mantras and visualizations, yielding visions of deities and the proffering of vats to all of the purest bodhicitta. The ball of discomfort moved from my th...