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A moving experience

RefugeeRefugee San Francisco Explorer

I thought I would share a recent, impactful personal experience with meditation.

To begin, I found it very difficult to settle on how I should proceed with practice. The sheer number of perspectives on meditation is daunting; as an ultimately personal and subjective experience, this is to be expected. I did, however, find a strong thread of agreement woven throughout the infinite tapestry of guidance: consistent practice, no matter the form, leads to results. In engineering parlance, this boils down to the principle of JFDI, or in laymen's terms, "just f*ng do it."

So despite some reservations about its commercial nature, I settled on using the HeadSpace program as an introduction. While the program feels somewhat morally impure to me, it nevertheless provides structure and guidance. So, I diligently worked through the first thirty days which comprise the "foundation pack," focusing on the basics of concentration meditation. During this time, I added sessions of my own, occasionally meditating for up to two hours a day.

I'm now on the "self esteem" pack, which is an additional thirty sessions divided into ten sessions each that focus on a different technique. The first technique is "noting," which is gently labeling a distraction as a thought or feeling before returning to the breath.

To provide some context before proceeding, I should say that I recently had a rather emotionally draining week. I broke up with the person I had been dating, and a week before that, I was physically assaulted and left with a black eye while walking home. I do not feel very at home in a big city (the amount of rage, grief, despair, and sheer quantity of emotion and noise and chaos here is like being in a hurricane), and the assault didn't do much to help me feel relaxed and at home here.

Nevertheless, I am not typically in touch with my emotions. My conscious awareness is rooted in a detached, logical perspective that's constantly analyzing and theorizing. When I feel emotions, I feel them physically, and then I postulate as to their cause. My emotions are extremely powerful. Yet having had many traumatic and overwhelming experiences to date, I have erected walls around them.

The last time I cried was in 2012, when my grandfather, who was a father to me, passed away. It took a lot of vodka to get to that point, which is also how I managed to write his eulogy -- probably the most moving thing I've ever composed. Alcohol is not a very healthy way for me to access my emotions. Nevertheless, I can't cry under normal conditions no matter what happens, even when I'm alone. I've tried many times.

To wind down this ever-lengthening post to its point, as I was meditating a few days ago, I found myself distracted from my breath and briefly scanned before labeling the distraction as thought or feeling. It was during this moment that I became aware of a sound in my mind, the sound of someone crying. I paused there for a moment, and I sort of... gave it permission to be. I'm not sure how else to explain it.

I then spent the next forty minutes sobbing.

I tried to maintain the meditative state, but it quickly fell apart. During the few minutes that I was able to stay focused, I noticed that my awareness had shifted. My focus was no longer rooted in that analytical, detached perspective; it felt like I stepped out of it for a moment. The detached perspective continued to analyze the experience as it happened, and in fact mentally composed much of this post while the body was crying. That's what it felt like. It didn't feel like I was crying, per se, nor was I doing the thinking. It made me realize how fragmented my mind is and how far I have to go to reach something resembling wholeness.

Anyway, this was an interesting and somewhat profound experience for me, so I thought I'd write about it. I hope it wasn't too long or boring and provided some sort of value. Best wishes.

ShoshinLee82lobsterkarastiFosdickHozanpegembara

Comments

  • BunksBunks Australia Veteran

    That sounds like a quite a profound experience @Refugee - thanks for sharing.

  • federicafederica seeker of the clear blue sky Moderator

    This is self-exposure at its finest and most poignant. Thank you, that was a humbling read.
    My compliments to you on your candour and expression.

  • lobsterlobster Veteran

    @Refugee said:
    I then spent the next forty minutes sobbing.

    Cool. <3

    When I was more derfish [sic] orientated, crying without angst is a common experience. Sufism (dervish path) is heart centered, rather than the more mind centered Buddhist dharma, so intense emotion is a way in ...

    Two hours a day is a lot. However those of us mindfulness orientated, with sadhana or going for Buddhahood through practice are not surprised at results.

    You are doing fine. Just so you know. You are on the path.

    Meditation, chanting, mindfulness, being kind to fish (allegedly) ;), spiritualised yoga, qi ong, martial arts, guru devotion, other mysical ways etc, all work. Of course they do. If not you are a brick and need ... well that may be life experience, change of approach ... other factors ...

    Headspace sound excellent. Well worth a few dollars. :)

    Insighttimer.com which I use, provide lead meditations, feedback, encouragement and provide a free app.

  • karastikarasti Breathing Minnesota Veteran

    Thank you for sharing <3 Those moments when our ignored and untouched emotions come flooding in are profound indeed. Good for you for sticking with meditation! Gotta start somewhere and an app is as good a place as any!

  • HozanHozan Veteran

    Thank you for sharing @Refugee . Very insightful and moving. I know how you feel about big cities at time. I am often to be found in nature, woods, beaches, hills and the opposite of the city effect can be found there.

  • RefugeeRefugee San Francisco Explorer

    Thank you all for your kind responses. I am a bit overwhelmed. To be honest, I worried that I was being boring or self-centered. I very much appreciate the feedback, advice, and encouragement.

    Hozanlobster
  • lobsterlobster Veteran

    That's what it felt like. It didn't feel like I was crying, per se, nor was I doing the thinking. It made me realize how fragmented my mind is and how far I have to go to reach something resembling wholeness.

    Tee Hee.
    Sounds like me. I don't do much crying these days but 'fragmented, far from wholeness' is my sort of emptying <3
    I am also self-centered in more ways than seven. ;)
    Tears are not necesarily 'weak', 'sad', 'childish', 'joyless', 'hormonal' ... You can just cry ... without baggage ... B)

  • gracklegrackle Veteran

    Tears have an almost magical quality for they dissolve those hard knots in the heart. So cry on and arrive at a happier place.

    lobsterRefugee
  • federicafederica seeker of the clear blue sky Moderator

    Thus have I heard, about salt water:

    lobsterRefugee
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