Although this post starts as tragic story, it doesn't end that way. It's about a template you could use that may shift your own consciousness.
My interest in consciousness began as a means to deal with grief from a parent death as a teen. I had just come out of two lonely two years when I had assumed that denial was my only option, (grief counseling did not yet exist.) I happened to make friends with a girl who lived just a few doors away in my neighborhood. She and I were merely circumstantial loners craving friendly companionship.
My interest in consciousness began as a means to deal with grief from a parent death as a teen. I had just come out of two lonely two years when I had assumed that denial was my only option, (grief counseling did not yet exist.) I happened to make friends with a girl who lived just a few doors away in my neighborhood. She and I were merely circumstantial loners craving friendly companionship.
Summer vacation of 1967 started, and
we were free to do anything we wanted - such as camp in her back yard
where we could talk and giggle all night. At dawn, my best friend had
gone into the house to dry her dew-covered socks she'd left outside
the tent, and I dozed briefly. When she returned, I awoke...but I
awoke in a very different and more complete way than I'd ever felt before.
Even though I had never done mind-altering drugs, I was in a state that was aptly described by the songs of the late 1960s – a psychedelic, mind-altered state. I was in a state of "Peak Experience" as described by Maslow. I was in a state of "Flow" as described by psychologist Mihály Csíkszentmihályi. Yes, it was a bit like being in love, even though there was no sexual attraction. It was more like being in love with everything and everyone.
The state seemed to be contagious as I described what I was seeing to my best friend. We walked around looking at everything. The intensity of all colors and sounds were magnified in the overcast morning light and silence. It was a “state of grace.” One thing that was affected is that I could run for as long as I wanted merely for the joy of moving without getting tired or winded. But there were many other strange effects that we noticed, (probably because we were paying attention.)
This state really got my attention, even though it only lasted for an hour or so the first time. It ended up happening again and again in a sustained way over fifty times over a period of the next three years. I made many observations about its nature as a state of mind, what evoked it into happening and what made it end. At one point, I stayed in this expanded consciousness state for four solid days. (No, I'd never done psychedelics, I'd only heard Beatle songs about it.) The two of us seemed to “catch” this “flow-state” from each other when one of us would shift into it.
I'm telling you this story for a reason. Strangely enough, we devised a curious way to deliberately, but circumstantially evoke this “inspirational state of grace” that I'd like to share with you.
We would choose an exciting event that usually involved travel, such as a concert or a road trip or visiting an out-of-town friend. While doing the practical planning for being able to attend, (since we were teens without a job, it usually involved the work of returning recycling to get the seed money.) We would entertain each other by discussing at length "what might happen.” The more specific we could be about this blow-by-blow fantasy of ours, the better the later effect. We imagined who would say what to whom in exhausting detail as if we were novelists writing dialog. Everything was productive at this stage to exercise our imagination with free rein.
Then eventually the day of the event
would arrive. But we did not merely try to fulfill our expectations.
We suspended them! Meaning, we completely surrendered all the
investment we put into spelling out what might happen. We had learned
that what was going to happen would never be the same as what we had
imagined. In a sense, we knew our experience was going to be better
because it would be real.
The important point is the suspending
and surrendering left us able to pay attention to what was really
happening. The advantage of paying attention meant to us at that time
that our recall of the specifics of replay would give us endless
value. Talking about what had happened was just as much of a fun
thing to re-experience as the experience itself.
The most unexpected by-product of
suspension was its effect on our consciousness. By giving us a huge
motivation to pay attention, we got a bonus. Our attention and the
ability we had to influence it became magnified. In a sense, we
practiced using our attention by being able to suspend it
deliberately.
The curious thing was that it worked in spite of the
fact that we did it as an exciting pleasure. In retrospect, I realized that our
actions really had all of the characteristics of a religious
discipline such as using a Koan to encourage a state of enlightenment. In a way, we had created a Koan that had
the ability to catapult us into another state of being.
You might want to try it to see if this means to raise your consciousness works this way for you, even though it requires having a companion. For me, writing or talking to myself about the intricate details of specific fantasies anticipating what "might happen" just doesn't work the same way.
Get back to me about this - I'm curious if this process will work for others!
You might want to try it to see if this means to raise your consciousness works this way for you, even though it requires having a companion. For me, writing or talking to myself about the intricate details of specific fantasies anticipating what "might happen" just doesn't work the same way.
Get back to me about this - I'm curious if this process will work for others!