It’s a tough question.
Mini-satoris, while enlightening, kind of make me depressed. Seeing the world clearly has a tendency to shed light on the infinite amount of work that must be done here on earth. It’s rather intimidating. Then there’s also that feeling that makes everything seem even more boring and unsatisfactory: like duh, of course the world works like this. On the bright side, satoris also include a string to the light at the end of the tunnel, a glimmer of hope and faith, and the potential to make the work joyful and effortless.
On the other hand, a powerful sexual encounter leaves me lifted. My eyes become clearer and brighter. I’m chipper, awake, friendly, and blissed out. My body is stronger, my mind is relaxed but focused, and I don’t need much sleep. But when I’m so inside the emotions, inside the material realm, and inside the senses, it’s easier to become nearsighted and lost in illusion.
So which is better? Enlightenment or orgasms?
Photo Caption: Samantabhadri – Guru and yidam – Primordial Mother of all the Buddhas; Samantabhadri is the consort and female counterpart of Samantabhadra, the primordial Buddha of the older schools of Tibetan Buddhism. They are usually shown in sexual union, the blue male figure and white female figure embracing each other in lotus position. Samantabhadri is sometimes shown alone, in which case she is seated in lotus posture with her hands in meditation posture in her lap. Samantabhadri is always shown naked (as is her consort) to demonstrate the unadorned nature of Absolute Truth, the emptiness of all phenomena. (paraphrased from http://lhamo.tripod.com/9deity.htm)
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