❧
My meditation practice is getting cranked up again. I meditate at least once a day, but sometimes I employ a walking meditation I find very useful if I do it for a while before I sit down to it. The problem for me in going for a walk is that I see every thing that happens along the way as a good topic to write about. That's cumbersome if I'm attempting to meditate.
There is a state of being I've been to before both by a sitting meditation and after being in my sensory deprivation chamber for about an hour, in which after a big chemical changeover I relax to the point that my heart stops beating and my breathing stops breathing.
This has only happened 2-3 times in my entire life, and each time it transpired I seemed to stumble into that state of being serendipitously without expecting it to happen. I.E., I've never deliberately set about inducing that state of my own volition and have it actually happen as a result of my trying.
It's like I can't really want it to happen for there to be a real chance that it will happen even unexpectedly. My plan is just to practice meditating a little more than usual and hope for the best. I have a reason for wanting to get to this place, and that reason is the chemical change my body goes through just before I find myself able to keep my stopping still.
Getting where I wanna go might be a whole lot easier with a sensory deprivation chamber. I built one for myself that worked for a couple of years, and then my inept planning eventually cause the whole deal to turn sour. The last time I saw it in one piece my friend took a chainsaw to it and since it was made of wood primarily, it didn't last long.
Having that float tank go south on me after all the work and planning it took to put something together was one of my failed projects that really bummed me out. The other was failing as a semi-truck driver after I got free training to learn how. The float tank was real good for me as long as it lasted, but the truck driving turned out to be an occupation I learned to hate.
Despite the fact that I had originally thought truck driving would be a natural way to travel and make a living simultaneously, I was really glad when it was over. There's a real good chance I may have not-so-unconsciously sabotaged my developing career. They were some nasty suckers when I walked out on them too. No blame. I had deluded myself once again.
Since I no longer have a float tank, and a commercial one costs nearly ten thousand dollars up, I guess I'm gonna hafta practice meditating and hope for the best. The idea of coaxing that chemical change to happen in my body when I let go of all my cares and woes is that there's a possibility that could have a positive affect on the auto-immune diseases that are presently at war with my skeletal system. It's worth a shot. '-)
❦
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.
