Reality So that's mahamudra! It's the Open Secret! It was yelling at me, loud pointing-out instruction, but I wasn't listening; the boombox of conceptual mind on full blast for too many years, insane disk jockey playing the same old songs. But when the heart unwinds into its infinite sphere mahamudra, the open secret wei we wei, and indra's net no longer pretty titles. Analogies and metaphors become living reality. May 30, 2001 (3 of 3)