I would like to take this opportunity to remind everyone that if you think you are having a big deal experience or revelation while practicing sitting meditation, such as seeing Mohammed in a bottle of root beer, that no experience is a big deal. Visions come, visions going. Staying present is what matters.
Why do we turn a (dreadfully unhealthy) snack into a spiritual revelation? And why does the woman have to be from Texas? I’m trying to get over my stereotyping here, not confirm it!