Floatation tank experience

I had the strangest experience of my life today.
I did the floatation tank/isolation chamber/ sensory deprevation tank today. Not sure if ive told you about this before. Its like a rectangular tank…filled with a bit of water…dense with epsom salt and the temp. is the same as your body….so….when you lie down..naked…you float automatically….feels weigthless….the water doesnt feel like water…….feels like space..plasma….you close the door….its completely dark…no sound…nothing…..
imagine that….
One hour session.

I saw colourful spiralling tunnels….had some very vivid thoughts…….i basically observed my unconcious thought process. You know this statistic…i dont remember clearly..but…something like the number of thoughts you have in a day…some thousand or something…around 50,000 (my source is not scientific). Whatever, i saw that chain of thought process….how one thing instantly triggers another…..the amount of garbage thoughts that are in our head……..the need for meditation to calm down our brain……. it was quite amazing…. to realize how everything…everything in life affects your way of thinking….. you may think when you see something as useless or you may not register it consciously, but your unconscious remembers it…and thinks about it….affects your judgements and decision making.  I think i consciously experienced the brain activity when you are sleeping, not REM sleep though. REM sleep is a DMT trip. (DMT is one of the most powerful psychedelic substance found in plants and trees, used by shamans all around the world, and yes..the pineal gland in our brain produces large doses of DMT every night when we sleep, wont go into details)(its a whole different topic). It does however feel like a dream because, once you get out, you cant remember exact thoughts or it gradually fades away. Just like a dream, and when you wake up in the morning, not able to remember details after a few minutes. (Thats your body trying to ‘protect’ you from the huge dose of DMT)

When you move, it feels soo heavy because you get used to the weightlessness. This is soo good for people experiencing constant pain as it can provide relief and allow the body to heal by itself and re-align naturally. Afterwards, you will feel a sense of peace you might not have felt in a while.

I had taken some herbs before doing it, which obviously enhanced the experience. I did this a month ago. So this was my second time. The first time, took a while to get used to it, and also..they forgot to turn off the water filter, so the water was not completely still.

I would highly recommend a floatation tank as it can really help you physically and mentally. I can imagine it being the best way to unwind from a day of work instead of drinking yourself to oblivion.The floatation tanks should be used for psychological healing and studies. It has a vast potential for healing, yet it is something rarely anyone knows about. It is however gaining popularity, which is good. I found out about it from a podcast of Joe Rogan, the host of fear factor. He has one in his basement.

I hope you get to experience this someday. There should be a floatation tank near you, they are generally in spa’s. Or maybe some psychological department of a University.

Its a mind altering experience if you wish to explore consciousness.

(Image: Thats not the tank i tried, the one i tried is not a fancy and futuristic looking )

Resources:

http://www.floattank.com/what.html

Bulb : Press Enter

A song by Bulb, also known as Misha Mansoor, The lead guitar player of the band Periphery.

Life?

The Dalai Lama, when asked what surprised him most about humanity, answered;-

“Man….because he sacrifices his health in order to make money.
Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health.
And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present;
the result being that he does not live in the present or the future;
he lives as if he is never going to die and then dies having never really lived”.

Impossible photography

Li Wei is not a normal photographer. Just have a look at the picture below…

Haha, im pretty sure every girl wishes she could do that to men.

Anyways, hes an awesome photographer with very deep implications….questioning society. Check out his other stuff:-

http://www.moillusions.com/2008/10/chinese-artist-li-weis-optical.html

http://www.moillusions.com/2010/09/li-wei-does-it-again.html

http://www.hemmy.net/2008/04/19/the-impossible-art-of-li-wei/

OFCOURSE they are an illusion, what did you think!

Check out the link below to see a bit of how he does it.

http://oneslidephotography.com/li-wei-photography-work-scene/#more-686

Paintings by Leslie Ditto

For More works:-

http://www.pixelelement.com/disturbingly-beautiful-oil-paintings-by-leslie-ditto/

The Good Fight

An extract taken from Paolo Cohelo’s blog.

Published on January 3, 2010

In 1986, I went for the first and only time on the pilgrimage known as the Way to Santiago, an experience I described in my first book. We had just finished walking up a small hill, a village appeared on the horizon, and it was then that my guide, whom I shall call Petrus (although that was not his name), said to me:

- We must never stop dreaming. Dreams provide nourishment for the soul, just as a meal does for the body. Many times in our lives we see our dreams shattered and our desires frustrated, but we have to continue dreaming. If we don’t, our soul dies

‘The Good Fight is the one we Fight because our heart asks it of us.The Good Fight is the one that’s fought in the name of our dreams. When we are young our dreams first explode inside us with all of their force, we are very courageous, but we haven’t yet learned how to Fight. With great effort, we learn how to Fight, but by then we no longer have the courage to go into combat. So we turn against ourselves and do battle within. We become our own worst enemy. We say that our dreams were childish, or too difficult to realize, or the result or our not having known enough about life. We kill our dreams because we are afraid to Fight the Good Fight.

“The first symptom of the process of killing our dreams is lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The Truth is, they are afraid to Fight the Good Fight…

“The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are Fighting the Good Fight.

“And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams-we have refused to Fight the Good Fight.

“When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being. We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves.
“What we sought to avoid in combat-disappointment and defeat-came upon us because of our cowardice. And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breath, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from out certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of Sunday afternoons.”

in “The Pilgrimage”(1987)

Original Link
http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2010/01/03/the-good-fight-3/

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