The word “mystical” is used in many ways. One meaning is to describe subjective unusual experiences. I have had several highly unusual mental and emotional experiences that I have great difficulty classifying with other experiences. These experiences leave a hum of change in me — some that last for decades. I call these “mystical experiences” for lack of a better word.
Below is one of several such experiences I have had. In the future, I hope to post a few more.
But I am curious: How would you define, “mystical”? Have you had any experiences you’d qualify as “mystical”?
Shortly after leaving Christianity, a friend tried to explain meditation to me. But I had enough “spirituality” and just needed a vacation from religion. He was patient and waited several months before bringing it up again. And when he did bring it up, I rudely laughed at the silly practice of sitting on your butt trying to think about nothing. But he gently demystified it for me and made it sound easy. Then he slyly challenged me saying, “I’ll bet you couldn’t meditate for just 20 minutes even if you wanted to.” Well, that was clever, he was using my pride against me.
So I decided to take the challenge to show him I could easily meditate. But he was right. At my first meditation, I jumped up after only 5 minutes. I was simply counting my breaths and I jumped up, irritated and bored out of my mind. But I would not let silly old meditation defeat me. So with diligence, six months later, I was finally able to comfortably meditate for 20 minutes. And even with that level of a meditation came welcomed benefits: I lost my difficulties falling asleep and it became much easier to control my temper. I thanked my friend for the introduction.
Two years later, I was now meditating about 45 minutes a day or so. It was Autumn and I was upstairs “sitting” (the common word for meditation is Zen circles). My meditations had changed; I would count my breath for 5-10 minutes, and then relax my body part-by-part and finally in the last part of the sitting I would tame my thoughts by not letting them wander too far. But that day, for some reason, after going through the relaxation phase at about 20 minutes into the sitting, I felt a sensation of a ball of multi-colored light rotating in my upward turned palms. The hum of the slowly spinning, warm light was deeply relaxing while it grew in intensity.
Just then, downstairs, my roommate let out a huge sneeze! The sneeze caused the ball of light in my hands to explode outward engulfing my whole body into a deep thoughtless space where I felt my body blur into all the space around me. I later learned to call this energy Qi and that the space around me was called my ethereal body.
When I came out of the sitting, in what felt like just 5 minutes, one and a half hours had actually elapsed. Time had collapsed. My mind was bright, and alert but very relaxed. It took me twenty minutes to go downstairs, I did not want to move or talk to anyone. When I finally did go downstairs, my roommates noticed a difference in me — a solemn calmness. I thanked my roommate for the sneeze. We all laughed.
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