My meditation practice seems to have taken a little turn. It has to do with my breathing. I've written about how the perineum is considered by some to be the holiest spot in the body. Due to some rather powerful experiences I've initiated using this idea of the root chakra holding this distinction I've oriented my practice sessions to this end for a few years now.
The latest iteration of this intent involves consciously dropping my lower belly to inhale, and by dropping my belly it creates a vacuum in my solar plexus that draws my inhales inward rather than me sucking the air in through a muscular effort designed to manipulate the solar plexus.
I've been practicing this while walking on the wide sidewalks at the strip mall. There is less traffic than ever to pay attention to. Like many shopping centers several of the larger stores have gone out of business. I count every breath I take during these walks.
I start with an exhale and inwardly count "One" when my right foot plants itself, then I take three steps and on the forth step I inhale and count "two", then three more steps, exhale and count "three", and continue up until I reach the exhale at the count of twelve, and I start out again at "One", I repeat this process again and again until I finish my walk.
Lately I've been consciously dropping my belly to draw the air inward on the even count numbers. It's a little unnatural feeling, but I think it's a better way to breath if I can get to where I do it unconsciously by habit. The "little turn" I wrote about above is not about what happens during my walking meditation, but when I sit to meditate.
I deliberately drop my belly to pull the air deep into my root chakra by the vacuum I create by doing that. Recently when I drop my belly down (I'm writing about doing the opposite of what many men do when they're near a pretty woman and suck it up) I let it stay pooched out in the most unflattering of ways.
Then, I watch the area around and just above my belly button sort of "fill up" with air and I feel a certain chemical taste as part of my inhales if I keep my belly flopped while I "breath" over it. I can taste my breath when I do it right. I'm not intentionally writing about synesthesia because I don't experience that straight up, but I may be experiencing in this situation a form of synesthesia that can be deliberately induced. This is very powerful for me. I know all along when I'm doing right with my practice session by the way my breath "tastes".
I've experienced this before, but didn't think of it as a "feature" of meditating, and I still don't
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
