Shrine of the Times — Part 7. Happiness: the End of My Story Told in the Middle

That was then, 1984 or so. I am not that now, no, the opposite. Out of all of that now: Tibetian-branded Buddhism, being one in a large crowd of truth seekers, no, I’m not doing any of that anymore. No more liturgies, no more trying to intellectualize gaslights, just intellectualization on what matters to me deep inside. I am pondering subjects that strike me in my heart, and I know from experience that they are important and worthy, plus things I never thought about before. Those are the most fascinating, always. But I am not going to write anyone a self-help guide on happiness because just how, at 70, I end up in a continuing bliss is an unraveling mystery to me in real-time, right here with you, dear reader. But I have some ideas on what happened. Some theories, some fragments of truth perhaps… <a href="https://herojig.medium.com/shrine-of-the-times-part-7-happiness-the-end-of-my-story-told-in-the-middle-f5b580f4a8bc">Click Here</a>