WHY SOME OF US FIND DIFFICULT TO MEDITATE?

Some people believe meditation is a very difficult practice to master.

They sit down with the best intention to meditate and as soon as a few thoughts come up in their conscious mind they start becoming nervous and start thinking that they cannot meditate, they are not able to stop the thinking and the harder they try the worse it gets. They convince themselves they never will be able to do it and it is just a big waste of time sitting down while they could do sort out their busy life.

They think they cannot control they thoughts because someone, sometimes, has told them that ‘being in meditation’ means being in absence of thoughts. Nothing more false (at the beginning and for a while).

We want to became the master of our minds.

For every beginner, when they became more aware of the constant output of the mind (thoughts) there will be thousands and thousands of thoughts invading the conscious level. The fact is, the brain function is to create thoughts.

Is is true that by regular meditation we learn to master our minds, we learn to listen to the gaps between thoughts and we learn to widen those gaps. We learn to master the mind to a point where the mind will give up producing thoughts, because we will stop the flow of thoughts by concentrating to something else.

To get to this beautiful state of expansion of our awareness we need practice.

So, for the persons who are new to meditation but know the effects that meditation has to reach spiritual awareness and on its effects on the function and structure of the brain (one recent study has discovered that daily mediation thickens the parts of the cerebral cortex responsible for decision making, attention and memory) perseverance is the key.

To persons who are new to meditation I suggest 2 / 3 minutes in the morning and 2 / 3 minutes in the evening before going to sleep.

Sit comfortably on a chair, you can either keep your eyes open (there will be more energy in the body if you keep your eyes open with a soft glaze) or closed.

I suggest to keep the mobile phone away to avoid distractions. Put the timer on the phone and leave the phone in another room so that you can hear it when the timer rings.

Now, sit down and focus on the air that is coming inside your body, focus on the point in which the air became breath (when does the air became breath for you?).

Listen the sound of your breathing of the air entering your body and your lungs and focus on when it goes out (when does the breath becomes air again?).

When a thought appears in the surface just became aware of it and then let it go, and focus again on the air coming in and out, another thought will come up, you let it go and just focus again and on the air coming in and out. Carry on this way, as soon as a thought come into the surface you focus on the breathing again and again.

At the beginning of your practice my suggestion is to keep a notepad next to you, it is very probable that thoughts about what you have do to in the day will pop up. Just scribble it down quickly on the notepad and return to focusing on the air coming in and out of your body, focus and feel the point in your body where the air becomes breath.

By making a quick note on the notepad you will help your mind not to became obsessed on the various tasks of your day, so that those thoughts will not became obsessive.

After a while the production of the thoughts will became less. As soon as you know a thought is arising you focus back on the breathing.

You are becoming a master, the master of your own mind. By mastering your mind you became the creator of your reality since the subconscious mind governs over 85% of our actions. Please see another post on this.

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