Formal meditation never worked for me. I got dull and listless trying to do it. I nodded off. I was anything but present. Meditation is something I do to make progress with love, and only love makes progress with love. Leela has shown me meditation is worthless unless I love doing whatever it is. She insists any work I do to get closer to her be lively and playful, that it feel a little like being in love. So all that matters is how much I love whatever it is, how present and lively I am while it do it. If I love doing what I'm doing, anything can be my meditation. The formal meditation I did for all those years did have its uses, even though I made no progress doing it. I needed to do it anyway to build discipline and establish the habit of consciously devoting some part of my life to the spiritual quest. I'm happy to be done with that stage. These days my meditation is doing the things I love to do as well as I can possibly do them. Like partner dancing and cooking. I make progress by giving my full attention to the things and people I love and then applying myself within that love, e.g. to be a better dancer, or cook. I threw myself deeply into things spontaneously as a child, but I lost that innate presence after I took up recreational drugs in Kenya. Drugs kiboshed the unorthodox but effective spontaneous meditations I made progress by all my life until then. Truly, orthodoxy sucks. I had to find my own way.
Presence and creativity. Human creativity comes in two versions, noble and ignoble. Noble creativity is the work of Leela being done through a human. It is life-affirming, contributing to my well-being and that of other humans while causing no current or future harm to nature. Noble creativity can pass through me only when I'm present in the moment, only when I'm truly here, doing whatever it is I'm doing and being wherever I am, undistracted by the noise in my head. Ignoble creativity is using the godlike power to create something that causes harm, directly or indirectly, to people or nature. That happens when people use their creative powers to accomplish any goal based on thinking. Thinking leads people to act selfishly, creating out of greed, fear, anger, and other unworthy emotions. Ignoble creativity includes work toward goals people think are noble, e.g. well-meaning social programs that end up not helping or even worsening the situation of the people they're supposed to help. No one can save the world. I'm the only one I can save.
The left hand path. In Kenya, cannabis kicked my thinking into overdrive, filling my head with words, images, recitations, mental noise. The noise in my head kept me from being present, kept me from hearing the ring of truth. Leela showed me that inner silence can't be earned or achieved. I can't find my way to inner silence by any amount of sitting and looking at a candle or a bare wall or similar claptrap. I have to surrender to Leela and let her take me there. My escape from booze then pot shows what worked for me. The left hand path (Vamachara) has been the only path worth taking all along.
Left-handed guidance worked for me because Leela was in charge, not some so-called teacher or worse yet my own brain. I can't play the fool on purpose, knowing that's what I'm doing. It only works if I'm a real fool, in real pain. Of my own free will. Leela knows left-hand motivators like fear, misery and pain are what really get me moving.
Cooking. Being present changes my relationship with time. If I can slow down enough inside to turn whatever I'm doing into meditation, I can manifest a touch of 5-space in my doing. I can do a thing wisely by working hard on being present. My laboratory for working on this has been cooking. The first step is to take all the time constraints out of cooking a meal by seeing the whole process, start to finish, as if it were outside time. If I become silent I can see through time a little the way we ordinarily see through space. The meal becomes an artwork I'm entering and I see how all the pieces of the process connect and relate to each other. If I stay with that vision of cooking the meal as a unitary work of art, I'm never caught off balance by what comes next. I worked on this by slowing everything down to a snail's pace, stopping to breathe and shut my eyes for a moment in between each step. It has utterly transformed how I cook a meal.
Multitasking is the fine art of fucking up several things at once. Meditation is becoming present. Presence requires inner silence. Presence and inner silence are the same thing. If I'm present, my full attention is focused on here and now: where I am now, what I'm doing now. I have no attention left over for anything else. The opposite of being present is being absent, being in my head, being distracted. Being absent is touted as a virtue in the guise of multitasking. But if I'm present I can only do one thing at a time, and that one thing requires my full attention if I'm to do it well.
Twelve steps. Inner silence is a gift Leela gave me. She used extreme concentrations of cannabis to shock me into a state of inner silence. That glorious moment of awakening was immediately followed by a months-long panic attack brought on by the extreme discord between being in a new state while polluted with cannabis residue. The panic attack was also guidance from Leela. Panic forced me to seek help from 12-step programs. At AA and MA I learned about the spiritual part of recovery and was able to complete my transition from being a dry drunk to being cured of addiction forever.