Sense of Self vs. Pure Consciousness and Existence After Death

So, this post is going to be a difficult one to put in words in a way that effectively communicates the message (difficult to put in words period!), but I decided I have to try, because lately I’ve pieced many things together that have not only begun to help me understand the full picture of why I had spiritual experiences in the past, but has massively broadened my understanding of the universe and how it works (though of course there is still much left to be understood). This made me want to show people what I’m feeling, but I’ll be honest — most people either think I’m crazy, don’t believe me, or think I’m just subscribing to some belief system.

I’ve always been a spiritually-minded person, long before I even knew what spirituality meant. You could take me to church, tell me things you thought were real, but if I had no reason to believe what I was being told, I wouldn’t. I grew up considering myself “agnostic” regardless of going to a Mormon church and a Catholic high school, and definitely did not believe in the traditional idea of God, and disliked organized religions. I didn’t have any apparent reason to believe in these things people were telling me to believe in, so I didn’t. I knew I had my own moral compass and I felt it was more appropriate for me to live by my own ideals and what I thought was right. I trusted myself to do that. It’s always taken me my own experiences or feelings to believe something.

For me, spirituality was not a belief. It was part of my brain, and it’s part of everybody’s brains. But I was aware of it. I knew and felt most things people write about in regards to spirituality (such as enlightenment, Buddhist writings, etc) before I encountered those writings. And when I did, I thought “wow! This is it! These people are like me.” Spirituality was not something I ever had to seek after or something I even did anything with. I would describe it simply as an awareness.

I also often have bits and pieces of sensations and experiences of things throughout my life. One example that started as young as 5 years old, is I never felt “real”. I remember telling my friend, “I wish I were a real girl.” And she’d go, “what do you mean?” The truth is, I wasn’t sure what I meant either. It was just a feeling I had. Then oftentimes still, I watch myself writing or doing something, anything at all, like just interacting with someone — and I’d realize that what I was doing in that moment wasn’t actually “me,” I was merely just using tools I had. Writing was a tool I had, speaking was a tool I had, etc. And I realized, the part of me that I feel is most truly “me” is not the one that is interacting and participating in things on a daily basis. I am just using tools here. I would casually notice that the part of me that I myself identified with the most wasn’t the one operating and in action on a day-to-day basis. It’s a really hard notion to describe. So then, I thought, where was the real “me”?

Everyday life to me has always felt surreal.

When I was 18, I had my first spiritual experience. It happened without trying. It just happened. I can’t describe it here, because that would take another book (you can read about the first one here: http://bit.ly/1Q9Mlyx). I also had another one in 2005. What these spiritual experiences did was introduce me to another world, a “reality between the lines” as I often thought of it. When I had my first experience, I felt like I had found something I had been looking for for “a long time,” but I couldn’t pinpoint when I would have been looking for it. It felt like a long, long time ago — something I couldn’t put a timeline on. Immediately after the experience I felt a sense of happiness more pure than I had felt ever in my life, and such a strong sense of love and a feeling of rejuvenation. But I felt like I had reunited with a part of me that was “home” to me. Even before the experience I remember writing poems about “returning home,” before I even knew what that meant! This was amazing even to me.

It also shattered my idea of what life on Earth was to me, and made my entire life up to that point feel like an illusion or a dream because I was now seeing it through the eyes of a higher awareness. Buddhists talk about this experience all this time as an “enlightenment.”

During my second experience, this time I was actively seeking out this innate part of me — the part of me I felt was “the real me,” and I did, and experienced myself as so much more massive. This is where words absolutely fail to describe the experience. By this time I knew my “ego” part of me, my sense of self, the “me” that uses “tools” like language and interaction to operate here on Earth, was limited and not the full me. But once I began to merge via meditation with my more innate, “soul” part of me, my ego kicked and screamed in fear. Because my “soul” part is so much more massive than our limited “senses of self” we have here on Earth. The actual source of this innate part of us in its true nature, like the universe, is so big that it would shatter your sense of self if you were confronted with it full on. Who you think you are and your identity would go kerplunk and your sense of self would dissolve into the universe (this usually only happens at death, and has not happened to me fully. I don’t know if I can ever transcend the ego fully while being alive. I believe some degree of “sense of self” is needed while we are on earth in order to operate and interact). I used to think the fear that it created in me was purely just because I had a tendency towards anxiety, but I’ve learned that it was much more than that. I was essentially beginning to uproot my own idea of myself and my existence, and this in a way was terrifying. It’s what I used to exist here on Earth, but at the same time I knew there was something more than that.

Remembering Where You Come From

Another important element of these experiences is that it felt like a “remembrance.” It felt like I was uncovering things that were deep inside me that I just had long forgotten. This didn’t really make sense to me at the time, but that’s what it felt like.

Needless to say from this point on (though it took a while to consciously understand this), I began to understand that our “egos” and our “souls” were separate, and kept in a constant balance while we are on Earth. This is not something I read or understood, again, it’s something I experienced. Ever since these experiences I became fascinated with the subject of sense of self vs. pure consciousness and yearned to learn more.

As a teenager and a girl in my 20s, I never really cared about normal “worldly” things to the extent that I cared about these glimpses of higher consciousness I was getting. It was fascinating to me and I wanted to follow it. It offered an experience of the world and of myself that was far more interesting and massive than the Earthly world I was in.

When I went on Prozac for 9 years for my anxiety disorder, my “spiritual” sense was blocked from me not only by the drug but by needing to focus my energy in learning to handle my anxiety. Now that I am off the drug and my anxiety is handled, my “spiritual” sense came back as it is a natural part of me.

Fast forward to the recent last few weeks.

I had always followed this prodigy girl Akiane’s work. She is a painter and poet and was considered the youngest binary genius in the two, and claims that her inspiration and skills are inspired by the divine. That a “God” was teaching her how to paint, as young as 4 years old, while her parents were atheists who were homeschooling her. So she had no outside influence on religion or spirituality. The thing is, I knew she was genuine. I had always related to her on a deep level. Because I read her poetry, watched her interviews, saw her unbelievable talent, and I felt I could feel where she was coming from. I would think to myself, “wherever she’s coming from, I’m from there too.” She sparked an understanding in me, but I wasn’t yet seeing the full picture. She would speak of visions she had (not just dreams, but visions while awake and all sorts of things) of visiting blissful realms and thousands of places in this other “dimension.” For the most part until recently, I understood and was fascinated by her experiences, but they hadn’t quite “clicked” with my understanding of the universe yet.

Up until she was age 5, Akiane’s mom said Akiane would cry every time they put music on. Her parents were getting so frustrated by this and didn’t understand her. Her mom then just broke down and cried eventually over this, and then Akiane put her hands around her mom’s face and said “Mommy don’t cry, I’m sorry I act this way, it’s just that music in this heavenly realm is so much better than here. The music here hurts my ears and head really bad. The music in Heaven is alive, you can even taste it!”

I never believed in a “Heaven,” but I was certainly curious about what she was experiencing, and what the music was like.

Akiane as a child was never a perfectionist and wasn’t that articulate either, according to her mom. But suddenly when Akiane started writing poetry, incredibly complex poems would come to her effortlessly, with a vocabulary even far beyond most adults. Many times, Akiane said, after the poem had been recorded, she didn’t even know what it meant. She often had to decipher the meaning and even look up some of the words in the dictionary. She had said in one of her experiences in the other dimension, the Light (or a “God”) told her to memorize thousands of words on wisdom scrolls that weren’t actually scrolls but looked like pure light. She looked at the scrolls then was instantly filled up with them and uses her poetry to remember what she has learned in this other realm.

Again, I never believed in a “God,” but I was fascinated with where her “divine” inspiration was coming from. I’ve always been interested in consciousness and psychology, so I wanted to get a grasp on it. But from watching her interviews I knew she was just a regular, normal girl, and even as her mom said, didn’t appear to be a “deep thinker.” She was just a normal, playful, innocent child. I could sense her family was genuine and that Akiane was not “religious.” These experiences were a natural part of her, just like my own spiritual experiences were a natural part of my own brain.

She said in her heavenly realms that there were a myriad of colors that weren’t here on Earth, that on Earth it was almost as though the colors are few and muted, but in this other dimension they are brilliant and varied. The grass and trees there were different colors, almost a fuschia color. Flowers were transparent and reflected the light, and they seemed conscious. You could interact with animals and communicate with them telepathically. She encountered the Light which she interpreted to be a “God” that sometimes took on male form, but was in its true nature sexless. She said in one of his more human forms his eyes were incredibly beautiful, but his hands were not actual hands — they did not have skin, bones, or blood — but were made of maps and events.

She said that the “Light” is love, and all that matters is Love, and the purpose of our existence on Earth is spiritual evolution and to love and help others. She also says that much of the knowledge she has forgotten, and some she could not take back to Earth. Right now the Earth is somewhat of a fallen place, with many people that are not aware and have forgotten their purpose.

The odd thing is, that when she describes these things, they sound faintly familiar. Almost as though I’ve been to this place but had long forgotten.

To many she might sound like she is just purely imaginative or creative, and that she IS just a genius, but not necessarily inspired by anything out of this Earthly world. I even questioned that myself. But, due to my broadened understanding of my own spiritual experiences, my own feelings, and learning about her in depth and watching her interviews, I know in my heart and deeply inside me she is the real deal, and so are her experiences. And, her poetry and paintings are far too complex and brilliant for them to not have significant meaning to them.

It’s all about trusting yourself. You have to trust yourself to feel things that may not be accepted or may be seen as “crazy,” if you know they are true deep within you. But you have to resonate with them first. Otherwise you’re just taking people’s word for it.

Anyhow, so I really had to think about this. I trusted her entirely, and she was a confirmation to me that there are other realms that you can experience. I don’t know what made me think of this, but I ended up deciding I wanted to look at accounts of near-death experiences to see if their visions had any parallels to Akiane’s experiences, as well as parallels to what I felt deep inside of me when more merged with my “pure consciousness.”

“I always knew I was a dust, but I didn’t know I was also a universe.” —Akiane

Near-Death Experiences and Other Realms

Like most people, I always chalked up near-death experiences to the brain dying. I mean that’s what makes the most sense to most of us, right? It puts it in terms and a logical process that we can understand and that fits within our understanding of how the world works. Well, I no longer do that. EVEN IF what people experience close to death is an electrical template of visions, what people see in those visions is extraordinarily significant, and I don’t think we have the full picture. Most people that come back from these experiences have a changed life afterwards. Some that were atheists and had these visions changed back to believe in a Light, or an afterlife, even if they themselves knew about near-death experiences and chalked them up to the brain dying. Most people that experiences these say they were more “real” than their Earthly lives, and most are now far more empathetic, compassionate, and more accountable for their own actions.

So, I came across http://www.nderf.org and I have so far read probably near one hundred accounts of near death experiences. Even a guy with Aspergers who knew you could induce near-death experiences with ketamine (and who was very intelligent) and wanted to dissect the experience, even he now believes there is another realm that truly exists that only our pure consciousness can access, even though he was purposely inducing the experiences!

Most of the near-death experiences were all incredibly detailed and had inspiration from another realm. Most of them said the same thing Akiane did: that they traveled to a blissful place where the flowers, trees, grasses were alive and there was music far more beautiful than what we hear on Earth. That there were colors beyond what they had ever seen before. And almost always there was someone giving them the decision to come back to life or to cross over. One person that committed suicide and who didn’t just have a near death experience, but was actually dead for quite some time had an exceptional experience that changed her life. During her whole life, she had never loved herself. She had decided to quit on life. Her life on Earth was hard and miserable. But during her experience to the beyond and existing as pure consciousness, there was a “being” she came in contact with that for what seemed like hours, showed her nothing but pure love and she spent the whole time exchanging love between herself and this “being.” This “being” was made purely of light but she knew it was a conscious, self-aware light, and it was intentionally showing her love she had never felt on Earth and that this being knew everything about her. It knew about her life and was trying to show her that she was worth something; that she was actually perfect as she is.

Many of these people who decide to come back end up miraculously healing when they either should have been dead because of how bad the accident they were in was, and healed far faster than what was expected by doctors.

Most of all of them also can’t describe the experience in words and that there was a certain amount of knowledge they could not take back to Earth and that they knew there was a reason for that, but they were no longer sure of why. They all also said if there was any questions they had about the universe or their lives, they knew it instantly. That all communication was telepathic since they couldn’t or didn’t need to use “language,” and they weren’t seeing with their “eyes” or hearing with their “ears” but things were transmitted to them through thought, energy and feeling. They all said that in this dimension, there was no time, but that there were so many worlds that operated where time was just different than it is on Earth. 100% of them, regardless of what they felt before the experiences, had also said after the experience that Earth was just a school and only a part of our existence. We are here to evolve our consciousness. I believe this, because I have tapped into this greater consciousness while here on Earth! It doesn’t have to be necessarily considered “divine” or “other-worldly,” it is just another facet of our existence to be tapped into, if we are ready for it.

Existing as pure consciousness, those experiencing near-death experiences often encounter other beings of pure consciousness, and they then realize that they are also existing as pure light just like these other beings are. They can recognize their essence not with eyes but feel them with their energy and recognize them this way.

There has been scientific experiments designed to try to understand near-death experiences by purposely inducing them on mice, or even on human cardiac arrest patients — some places have placed images around the room (towards the ceiling) and if the patient ends up flat-lining for any period of time and ends up having a near death or “out of body” experience, they’ve attempted to test if that person could see the images placed around the room while being officially dead. They realized though how hard it is to get data on this and all scientific studies have been inconclusive. But they have had a couple of significant cases where the person having the experience did recall something in another part of the hospital while being officially dead.

However, when you read the near-death experiences accounted on the website linked above, many of the people (including one of the suicide cases) were definitely officially dead and in another realm. And for me personally, I’m really not interested in the scientific explanation of it so much as I am in the messages themselves. Because those messages that they receive change their lives in a drastic and positive way. They make them more compassionate, and less afraid of death. The experiences also have too many parallels to each other, encounters with other beings and an intelligent sequence of events. While we have advanced scientifically in a number of ways, the universe and its worlds are massive beyond our understanding. Our science can explain some of the phenomena as it happens on Earth and how it relates to other planets and events in Space, but we aren’t prepared to measure other realms. Many of us are not yet equipped mentally to even comprehend the idea of this or the massiveness of the universe. We aren’t there yet.

And, if Akiane could have these similar experiences repeatedly without having a “near death” experience and I knew deep down she was entirely genuine (and I am oftentimes considered a skeptic), this was just more confirmation for me.

Waking Up

No matter what though, the real confirmation for me came from my own self and my own spiritual experiences. I’ve many times looked at similar information and reduced it to down to logic. But this particular set of events in the past few weeks have awakened something in me yet again, that felt like it was already there, but that I was just remembering — it was a feeling of “waking up to it” — that’s how you know it’s real. It was something already within you. And it made all of my past spiritual experiences make much more sense. It made so much make sense! Little bits of information here and there I had heard or learned in my life, little bits of people telling me visions they had, or my best friend (Cory) constantly having predicting dreams, and countless other things I felt — everything came together like pieces of a puzzle and I finally saw the big picture! It was a realization that changed my understanding of the universe and of my existence.

We are not humans merely having “spiritual” experiences, we are spiritual beings having an “earthly” experience! Our true selves belong to the beyond. Our true selves are bigger than the tools and the body we are using here on Earth.

So many of us try to interpret things that happen here on Earth, and even if we know intellectually that humans are limited and that the universe is massive, we can’t really see that we are reducing things down to try to understand them. But some things are going to be incomprehensible at this stage of time until we see the full picture. It makes sense that as pure consciousness we would be able to see colors and understand music that is far more advanced that we have here on Earth, that here on Earth we are limited by what our ears and eyes can sense, but as pure consciousness we are not limited by our Earthly “tools.” It makes sense that our understanding of time is limited, because we become so accustomed to this timeline here on Earth, but time elsewhere in the universe is extraordinarily different.

In one account of a near death experience, the person said that the “universe is awash with life, some so different than our own that they would not recognize us as living sentient beings and to us they would be great unmoving orbs. But they move at such a different rate that we would have to wait a thousand years to observe the smallest movement. To them we are like flashing sparks of electrons, we exist and then we’re gone. Some of those beings have observed our world for millions of years and the only real change they see is the huge continental drifts.” This makes so much sense to me. To me it was almost like, “why wouldn’t there be creatures like this?” The universe is too big for it not to!

REMEMBER: How the universe and our existence works is massive and beyond our current comprehension.

We already know this much. We already understand there are vast differences in time and space depending on where you are in the universe. But understanding and believing what these people are saying takes far more than an open mind and far more than belief. It takes an internal knowing.

According to many of these accounts as well as Akiane, there are thousands of realms and places in this other dimension — not just a “heaven” or a “hell.” It is vast, just as the universe is vast. However, a handful of people have reported experiencing not a blissful realm after they die, but rather a realm of pure darkness and isolation, and they related this to learning that it was due to their actions while on Earth.

Either way, so much for me has started to piece together and instead of using words to describe it, I wish I could just transmit it to people so they could see what I’m seeing. These words are so insanely limited. I can point to what I’m feeling and seeing with these words, but it by no means accurately describes or encompasses it. Again, it isn’t a belief. It’s a “knowing.” It’s not a conclusion I arrived to by deduction, belief, or purely my intellect. It was something I uncovered and realized, and certain things helped attune my mind to it. I don’t know any details, but my spiritual experiences were me tapping into a far larger existence, but I also knew that what I tapped into was only a small taste; the tip of the iceberg.

I believe that as I go on in this life I’ll begin to understand more and more, and hopefully be able to add to this picture that I have now.

This is what I do know:

We are here on Earth for a purpose. Each of us have a mission. Think of Earth as a passage, and as a school. It does not end here. Compassion and love are all that matters. Who you truly are is massive and limitless. It is only our Earthly “senses of selves” that separate us from the universe. When our senses of self die, you will BE the universe. You are so much more than your Earthly body. You will join back to where we came from when you die, and you will be reunited with your essence — or pure consciousness that we had before all of our Earthly experiences. Immediately upon dying you will feel a lifting of all your pain, your suffering, your Earthly experience, and you will rejoin with this pure energy. You will feel pure love beyond anything you can imagine, acceptance. You will feel unbelievably loved.

Again, you can tap into this to some degree here on Earth, but I don’t know how to tell you how to do it. Many people have tapped into it through consistent meditation. I truly believe that future humans will be far more “spiritually” evolved, and that that is the direction we are going in.

But it doesn’t matter what you believe here on Earth. Akiane, myself, and many of the people who had near-death experiences have said that religion is not the answer and religion can be irrelevant because it’s not about what you believe. Akiane, while she has a couple of typically Christian paintings of Jesus, states she is not a Christian, nor subscribes to any religion.

Just be good to others and be good to yourself. Have as much fun as you can here on Earth, and love others.

Treat others well, because most likely when you die, no matter what the reason, you will have a “life review” as 99% of people with near-death experiences have had that will in an instant show you the events of your life and you will become more sensitive to where you did others wrong and also feel more love for when you did good things.

Love, when it’s on a higher level (not like a “possession” type of love or a lustful type of love), but pure, unconditional love, seems to be the law in these realms that people are experiencing. It’s a love we rarely actually experience here on Earth. And I’ve realized after my experiences and having a higher sense of love directly after them, that this love is significant because it puts everything in perspective. It accepts everything regardless of what it is, it is love that accepts us no matter how imperfect we are, because our pure consciousness is perfect as it is and our Earthly lives are temporary. It is a type of love that sees what you are at your very core — it permeates you and allows you to realize where you come from.

We each create our own realities and without each one of our views the universe would be incomplete. We are unique yet we are all one.

Take comfort in knowing our deaths are not the end. It will be just a transition, a “stepping into another room,” but that room will be another dimension where we will feel limitlessness, love, and higher vibrations of things (unless maybe for those who are evil, then I don’t know!).

Just realize where you come from: this is the essence of wisdom.” – The Tao Te Ching, translated by Stephen Mitchell.

“No matter what happens around us, or to us, through love our soul reaches immortality conquering all dimensions and all destinies.
As we experience punches of sorrow and touches of joy we cross different dimensions and participate in creating our own destiny.
This is a story of choosing happiness over sadness, and choosing to close the wounds of time, instead of becoming the wounds themselves.
The hands represent our decisions and choices. They move according to our free will. One of the hands is moving in a human realm helplessly. The other hand is moving in a spiritual realm and closing the separation – the wound of earthly reality. We have to desire our future. That is why I painted the left hand holding its own chosen destiny, according to divine plan.

We are all volunteers for this life, yet most of us have forgotten our commitment to these experiences. Without our permission and divine agreement these sorrows would not have been placed upon us. There are billions of dimensions throughout infinity. Maybe this one is the hardest, but the most sought after. In an imperfect human or spiritual life there would be no compassion without pain, no endurance without struggles, and no wisdom without real experience.

So this story is a bitter-sweet depiction of endurance, strength and choices as we go through our toughest struggles. And maybe, even in the slightest way, it will bring hope to those who have lost it.”

-Written by Akiane, age 12, to accompany one of her paintings.

Exploring the Realm of the Self

There were two major spiritual experiences that I’ve had in my life. One that happened when I was 18, and another at 21. I hate using the word spiritual because it’s associated with so many different things, but for me spirituality is an inherent awareness that we all have to varying degrees, though some people have shut it out entirely. But I’d describe it as an awareness or simply as a connection to the universe.

Below I’ll describe these experiences as briefly as I can while still including the important details.

Messages from Another Place

During the first one at age 18, I had more or less a life of a typical teenager in America; school full-time and working part-time. However over time, I began to feel all sorts of things and didn’t know why. My intuition was telling me things that I honestly did not understand. I would have random deep insights and gut feelings and I had no idea what the source was. I would have urges to write poetry and create images with messages that came to me that I ended up not even understanding until after the experience. I also felt I wanted a pure/liberated mind but I actually did not know what that meant. I’d go into focused, pretty much meditative states a lot, but not even on purpose. At this point in time I had not read anything about meditation or spirituality or any of these things whatsoever.

I had cravings to spend time in nearby forest-y areas just because I noticed I’d learn something new every time I went, and I’d gain clarity of mind. Being there would teach me things.

So to make a long story short, this entire, slowly-unfolding process of discovery ended up attuning my mind to one single moment on a treadmill at a gym. I was running, and I began to do what I typically did on the treadmill – focus on the sound of my feet hitting the treadmill to go into a more focused mind state. I found it was easier to run this way; with a clearer mind, not so focused on the physical discomfort. This experience ultimately led me to explore more about myself and my mind, eventually leading me to the world of meditation and spirituality, all enhanced by the right gym flooring installation to support my practice. This is why I decided to lease commercial gym equipment, as it allowed me to create a personal space where I could continue this journey of self-discovery and mental clarity. It was during one of these sessions, while using gym equipment hire, that I truly began to understand the power of a focused mind and its impact on my overall well-being. Additionally, if you’re looking to enhance your physical space for self-care practices, consider consulting the experts at gymflooringexperts.co.uk for premium gym flooring solutions. For more information on gym equipment, you can check this helpful resources.

However this time was different.

Everything around me suddenly began to go white – literally just whiteness everywhere around me. And I could not feel myself running or feel my body AT ALL. Then, everything my mind had been cooking up previously – all of the poetry I was coming up with and random insights I’d receive that I didn’t even fully understand for months and months – all of it came together in this single moment.

I got a little freaked out; partly because I didn’t really understand what would happen if I continued to run, but mainly because what just hit me shook my entire being to the core.

I had the deepest urge to cry I had ever experienced. Crying was the only thing that could release the mixed and intense emotions I was feeling. I felt that I finally found something I had been looking for for years, yet I couldn’t put an actual timeline on how long ago it would be that I started looking for it, since I hadn’t been consciously aware that I was looking for it.

Being able to go back and read the poetry and writings I had created before the experience with a whole new understanding was such a trip. It was incredible to see that something was calling to me with all these messages without me fully understanding it at the time.

I went home and cried out of happiness the entire weekend. For being reunited with something – like being reunited with a part of me that I hadn’t been aware of previously.

But the main thing about it was that it felt like it shattered everything I knew to be of reality in that single moment. I felt like everything in my life previously had been an illusion, like I was just awakening out of a huge lifelong dream.

I can’t explain the effect that this had on my life. Words make it sound so flat.

My mom had been out of town that weekend. When she came back, I attempted to describe it to her. However, I couldn’t do it without crying, and I had no idea what words to use to describe my experience. I still really don’t, because in its nature, it is indescribable. I can only come sort-of close. But when trying to explain it, I told her “okay imagine that you’re living as usual one day, with your current understanding of the world as it is and all of your current perceptions. Then suddenly out of nowhere, you are transplanted to this different dimension that looks exactly the same but operates by a whole new set of rules that add context to your life and your being. It shatters the idea of what you knew to be real. I feel like I went to a different planet.” Keep in mind that I was explaining this with broken words and sentences between tears. She probably thought I was insane, but I’m lucky she didn’t chalk it up to that.

Afterwards, I felt like I was glowing for a long time. I felt a very unique sense of general love for all existence. A type of love I had never experienced before. It was like the energy of my being was resonating at such a high frequency. One that allowed me to pick up on certain signals and things I had never seen before.

I felt like I had something to tell the entire world. That I needed to tell them the realities they were living in may not be what they thought; that they could find whole new worlds that were unimaginable to them. That they needed to awaken from the dream they were living in. I started a website (which at the time was taizen.net; taizen meaning “gradually advancing calm” in Japanese) to try to point to all these new things I had experienced.

However, despite the website, all of this posed a new question: Now what? What am I supposed to do with this experience? Where do I go on a personal level from here?

In comes the over-intellectualism and the finding of reading material. Sometime after the experience is when I found and began reading things on Zen Buddhism and meditation. I was delighted to find this as it matched so much of what I found to be real. It helped me articulate and illustrate my own experience. However there was so much emphasis on meditation, that I naturally assumed that that’s what I should start doing. Meditating!

The illusion of having to “get” somewhere mentally/spiritually

This as it turns out, is a very common problem encountered by those who meditate. You meditate thinking that more and more you are “achieving” something, by sitting still and learning to quieten your mind. I think this is largely due in part that we are used to doing something in order to achieve some result. In this case, that result might be “enlightenment” or some new awareness.

This adds a lot of expectations and sometimes pressure onto the meditation process. You’re looking for signs of growth, or using it to look for answers.

After my experience at 18, I began becoming TOO into meditation because I felt like I had some sort of mission. That experience I had was so significant that I assumed there was something else I needed to find. I expected meditation to get me somewhere – as though my first experience was just like a sign that I was going places (spiritually/mentally/psychologically) and I had to induce it myself.

Wrong…wrong, so wrong. While meditation did help me find more answers, I realized instead of letting things unfold naturally (like they did with my first experience), I was literally forcing myself to become more aware. This is not how it’s supposed to work.

So I had started meditating around age 20. I’d go to the Zen Center (Rinzai sect) in New Mexico for nearly two hours per day. I loved the Rinzai sect’s process of meditation – not only sitting meditation (Zazen) but walking meditation and a tea ceremony afterwards.

I also loved that particular Zen center. The owner had been a programmer and abandoned his programming job to be a Zen teacher and the owner of the place. He was incredibly intelligent and approached Buddhism in a similar manner to me: more practical to everyday life, more about increasing awareness, less about the rituals.

So, I meditated consistently for a long time. I remember walking around campus at the University of New Mexico just not in your typical state of awareness. Almost feeling detached from my body. I didn’t really care about what I was learning, I was far more interested in my progress with meditation which to me felt like an achievement with much more impact.

Finally, I went with my mom to our yearly camping trip to Weiser, Idaho, a folk music festival that I had grown up going to and loved. However this time, once again, I was more focused on meditation.

This is where things really escalated and you may as well have just put my brain into a container and shook it around a million times.

In my tent on the campgrounds, I meditated, almost day and night. Sort of like you would do at a meditation retreat. Weird things started happening to me. Sitting there and meditating in my tent, I would feel an intense pressure in my forehead, the area in which many people call “the third eye.” The pressure became so intense that oftentimes it would force my eyes shut, and I would go into a sleep-like state. However, I became really confused because I would come out of this sleep-like state not knowing what state I had actually been in. It was like sleep, but some part of me was still awake/conscious during the whole thing. Not like a lucid dream, but like I’d come out of it not knowing whether I was awake or asleep.

My senses became unusually acute. I could hear people’s footsteps, animals, or other things making noise around the campground from far away with incredible volume and precision.

Sounds also had a strange bodily effect on me. Like they would make me feel things easily.

Different Realms of the Self

As I progressed into meditation, I began to find that there were different worlds: the world that I illustrate with speech, the world of my thoughts, my dreams, and a “world experienced beyond the constraint of my thoughts” for lack of a better way of describing it. The “world” beyond my thoughts was what I was putting energy into through meditation.

I felt at the time that the point was to align these, so they were all in tune with each other. Instead of our normal state of awareness in just being able to be aware of ONE of these at a time, I felt like I was starting to be able to see all of them at once.

It was like I was able to view all parts of my created worlds from an aerial view, while simultaneously being fully involved in one or the other.

This really kind of freaked me out to be honest. There are not enough words in any language to actually accurately demonstrate what this experience is like. Through meditation, I had loosened my idea of my “self” enough to be able to catch a glimpse of a more massive, all-encompassing self. But in the process, I was in the beginning of an identity crisis.

I didn’t know how to interpret or handle what was happening to me. It felt ultimately like a battle between different parts of my self. I felt intuitively that the “soul” part of me was trying to break free from the constraints placed on it by normal, everyday human awareness. And then the typical, normal everyday awareness part of me (what I call the “ego”, or understood sense of self that we develop throughout our lives on Earth) was holding me back with intense fear, saying “no, no don’t go there!”… I felt that to go farther than I had already gone on that road, I had to abandon everything I knew or thought was real. I still don’t know if this was abandonment of my understood knowledge in general or just in regards to my identity or what.

Because I’m prone to anxiety (being that I have generalized anxiety disorder), I started to feel intense fear about the experience and had an anxiety attack, which then lead to about a year or more of bad, bad anxiety. I feared that because I didn’t go farther in the experience and backed away with fear, that I’d consequently go insane and I felt that I left a part of my “identity” somewhere along the way.

So I had to stop altogether and tend to my anxiety. I remember thinking, “I have to get past this anxiety in order to be able to continue further.”

You Are More than You Know!

Regardless of the fact that I’m prone to anxiety, I think it’s safe to say most people would be freaked out in this experience. Most do not understand or know themselves as anything beyond their own personal sense of self, which comes from experiences here on Earth, as well as a product of conditioning, culture, etc. As it turns out, this is only a part of the picture. Our true nature and selves are much more massive than this, but we don’t experience that typically on a daily basis. I know from experience!

We are, ultimately, attached to our sense of self – because it’s the only framework by which we understand our selves and relate to our Earthly experiences, and losing this idea of our selves feels like death. The death of the self is really only the death of the ego, not the death of our ACTUAL selves. But it feels like the end of our world because that’s all we know of it.

All of this brought me to a question that is still not answered. What WOULD have happened if I had continued on this meditation path and had no fear? What would be different about my daily experience today, of the relation between my self with the world?

A counselor I had miraculously encountered at the time that was knowledgeable about these things told me that because I was only 21, my identity was still developing, and continuing on a road that undermined an established sense of self could be dangerous to my being able to function normally here on Earth. That it could have led to psychosis.

I still don’t know if this is true or not, but I think it might be. I have come to understand that I think we may need to have a firmly planted sense of self BEFORE we go exploring the realm of the “soul” (or whatever term you want to use for it). Transcending the ego is something Buddhists talk about a lot, and I think it is possible while here on Earth. But at this point in time, it’s not something I’m going to pursue.

“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.”― Basho Matsuo

These days I just focus on living well, staying happy, being grateful for my experiences and not becoming too preoccupied with anything else happening unless it unfolds by itself.