It is a doubtful matter whether Clymen, moved more
With this her Phaeton's earnest suit exacting it so sore
Or with the slander of the bruit laid to her charge before,
Did hold up both her hands to heaven and, looking on the sun,
'My right dear child, I safely swear', quoth she to Phaeton,
'That of this star, the which so bright doth glister in thine eye,
Of this same sun that cheers the world with light indifferently
Wert thou begot…

Phaeton's mother, Clymen, telling her son, that he is indeed the son of Apollo; from Golding's translation of Ovid's Metamorphoses, The First Book

Sungazing is like any other discipline: you have to be consistent.  And because you're looking directly into the Light of the World, you have to proceed slowly. 

If you'd rather not sungaze, that's up to you.  We're not forcing anyone to do so.  But we live in deceitful times wherein being normal means being well adjusted to an insane world.  If a disease and its pharmaceutical remedy don't exist, invent them, feed them, give them wings. 

My doctor gives me happiness pills and I feel great.  The sun blinds you, causes cancer and is at best a partially necessary evil...Mommy, where's are my sunnies and parasol?

The Sun is the visible Logos and coming to terms with His Majesty is a means of achieving health, and healthy means being whole http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?search=health&searchmode=none.

moonjazz

Not from today which is cool and foggy but winter sunsets are almost as nice as summer and hey you can even find parking at the beach without searching.

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