F. P. Dorchak

Speculative Fiction (New Weird) Author

To Be Human

Going Somewhere….

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Yeah, I Know...I'm Out There. (Photo © Jan C. J. Jones and F. P. Dorchak, 2016)
Yeah, I Know…I’m Out There. (Photo © Jan C. J. Jones and F. P. Dorchak, 2016)

Last evening I had a massage, and for the first time, I “went somewhere” during it!

I’ve always heard of others having out-of-the-body (OOBE) experiences while being massaged, and while mine was not an OOBE, I did have the typical experience I normally have while floating. That is, where I briefly “check out” of my current reality and visit, well…someplace…somewhen…else. And for the first time in my life, it happened to me. It wasn’t anything “huge,” admittedly, but it was stark enough that I wanted to mention it here.

Early in the massage, face up, I “checked out” and found myself with a couple of others—men and women, not sure who they were—but I was with them, saw their faces, and we were all happy and laughing and smiling! There was good energy here, and it fun and funny. It was a real as I feel my physical reality as I write this, as my massage was.

Then I “jerked back” and was back on the table…and I had a big smile on my face! I was lying there smiling, think, “Gee, I hope <my massage therapist> doesn’t see this!”

And that was it. Nothing huge, but stark, fun, and really cool, and I really wanted to share and document this!

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Floats Number 4 and 5

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The Luna Dreamwave Pod. (Image by F. P. Dorchak, June 4, 2016)
The Luna Dreamwave Pod. (Image by F. P. Dorchak, June 4, 2016)

Yesterday I had an impulse to do another float. I hadn’t done one since July, which hadn’t gone well (see below), but yesterday’s went extremely well! My usual weirdness! I’ve had so much going on this year with writing and family events, then trying to catch up around the house with having been busy with the writing and family events, that I hadn’t had time to do another float. I’ve tried to meditate a couple times when I could slow my ass down, tried two or three times just this week, but I was lucky to get five minutes in. So, I thought I have a pre-paid package of floats waiting for me at Luna, why not see if there were any openings that afternoon/evening—and there were. So I went after the gym.

But, first, here’s my previous float that didn’t go so well. I’d written up notes about it but not posted it. You’ll see why when you read it. I didn’t want it to be my last post on the matter, figured it’d be a while before my next one (it was!), and figured I’d wait until I had a good one to include it.

Here it is:

Float Number 4, July 16, 2016

I simply could not get into it! I was getting absolutely nothing.

I’d only had two images at the very beginning:

  • a weird-looking cylindrical light source attached at about head height to a door way/wall that had a tiny bright red light shining out
  • and looking down at white-sneakered feet at the end of blue-jeaned legs (not sure if mine or another’s…male or female).

I’d ended up terminating the 90-minute session about 45 minutes into it. It was my first attempt at a 90-minute session. But, in my defense, I’d woken up in a weird mood that day and hadn’t slept well the night before. And after the float? Yeah,more weird shit….

As I floated, I tried all my usual methods to get into it, but all failed. I actually felt two-dimensional…“psychically flat.”And as I floated there, I felt a sharp change in my state of mind that was not like normal-me…I felt a “stupidity” of being naked in a tub of water “out in public” in a way that was stark and depressing…like WTF am I doing? I was overtaken by this “two-dimensional” feeling.

I also felt a “rip in time” when all this was going on, which really only lasted for maybe, I don’t know, a minute or two? It was a stark, depressive state…I felt “what’s the point?”…but as soon as I recognized what was happening, I said “No!” and pulled myself out of it. It was very weird. Everything after that seemed a flat-out “nope, not gonna happen”…like my inner journey was being “withheld” from me. So, I tried to allow it some more time… “played around” in the water (it felt good playing rocking back and forth in the water with zero frame of reference—try it!)…but it just wasn’t happening. Sooo, I got out.

Except for about two images, I’d seen no shapes, no colors, nothing.

When I arrived for the float I’d told Morgan, one of the owners, that I was having a weird day…that I hadn’t slept well that night, kept waking up, and was in a “weird” state of mind. So I left and went out into my day…thought would run some errands.

As I was out and about…took a wrong turn at an interstate off-ramp and had to circle back…what had me sitting at a stoplight…I’d heard this “pop” and a “thud” and something drop. I looked around and saw nothing. Thought it was from a vehicle behind me. But as I went through the first of a series of lights that’s when I saw the steam coming out of the right front of the hood! I look to the temp gauge—pegged at “H.”

Joy.

I pulled into a parking lot. Since I’d had a towing company already in my cell from past experience (let’s just leave it at that), I gave em a call and had it towed. I got sunburned standing out in the sun (in the upper 90s) waiting for the tow.

Sigh.

So, that is what happened on July 16th and why I didn’t want to post it and leave it as my last float experience for so long! yesterday’s went extremely well, so let’s dive into that one!

Float Number 5, October 14, 2016

This was also another try at a 90-minute float, and this time I actually completed it. I think 90-minutes is too long for me, so won’t do those anymore. The 60-minute ones work perfectly for me.

Here is what I experienced on this float:

  • Early in, I again had the flitting between images and colors and events and conversations. Felt so good to be back to normal!
  • Also at the very beginning, I felt a cool/cold “breeze” flit across my face. This is quite interesting (okay, “weird”—my favorite word!) because in the pod, it’s totally enclosed! There are no breezes! No fans that deliver cool/cold air. There’s a jet in the pod, under the water, recycles the water, but nothing that spits cool air across my face!
  • I was part of a conversation with a young blonde wearing a bright red (with black crosshatching) flannel shirt. In the image I was looking straight at her, and she was off to my left. I actually saw the woman’s face but didn’t recognize her. But it was a bright red flannel shirt. She said a couple of things, but the only thing I now remember was that she was proud of me, what I was doing. Really? Who are you? She was gone, and—
  • There was another conversation something about e-mailing someone every day. I don’t know if was me or I was listening to others, but I’d heard another person answer “no,” and I also found myself echoing that answer with a “no”—and my head actually, physically shook vigorously back and forth in the water!
  • My limbs again when tingly throughout the session.
  • I’d opened my eyes a couple times while in there. The first time I did so I saw faint (i.e., not stark, and real-life like) images above me. Saw:
    • Eyes
    • Faint outlines of faces
    • Yellows and blues
  • Given the above, I played around looking at the “shapes before my eyes” that you see…and I actually found in every single case that what I saw behind my eyes with my eyes closed…I also saw the exact same thing when I opened my eyes! Have to admit I didn’t really expect that! So it did not matter whether or not my eyes were physically opened or closed…if I saw any shapes behind my eyes there were still there when I opened my eyes! It was actually hard to tell if they were opened or closed, other than the physical sensation of opening and closed my eyelids!
  • Somewhere partway through the 90-minute session, I began to get a little antsy. I actually physically got up and out of the pod for just a moment…but soon went back in. I was able to get back into things, but it wasn’t as intense as the first part of the session.
  • This, however, was quite interesting! Shortly after getting back in the pod, I suddenly had the urge to think about how much I absolutely love my life…myself…and those in my life…and I projected that three-dimensionally out into the world! My entire body suddenly lit up like I just been jacked with a millions of volts of electricity! I managed to maintain that feeling for several moments, actively projecting that out into the world into all dimensions…and man, did it electrify the hell out my body!
  • Saw an image of an outline of a heart.
  • Toward the end saw blues and yellows.

Those are the highlights I remember. As I’ve said, it’s hard to remember all the stuff that goes on in my sessions, because I flit so quickly in and out of the experiences! Some of them are stark and intense, like the blonde in the in the flannel. There were several conversations I’d flew in and out of, but I simply couldn’t capture enough to remember…or in trying to remember them, I’d miss out on other experiences trying to show themselves. Being able to see the exact same shapes behind my eyes with my opened or closed was amazing to me. That seems to imply that there’s actually “something there,” and it’s not just some kind of optical illusion.

And then there was the Love!

Wow.

That caught me totally off-guard! And it was such a wonderful, beautiful feeling! The effect on my body was overpowering, utterly incredible. I was radiating the love for my life out into my life.

We need more of this.

Anyway, it was nice to get back into the swing of things after that fourth session! Everything happens for a reason, and I just had too much going on that last time. I’m so glad I listened to my impulse, yesterday, to do a float at the last-minute!

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Luna Float Spa Interview

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Luna Float Spa (Image used with permission, by Luna Float Spa)
Luna Float Spa (Image used with permission, by Luna Float Spa)

I have used the Luna Float Spa several times and found its proprietors extremely personable and friendly…so (thought I) why not interview them! So I contacted Ana-Alycia Quintana (scroll all the way to the bottom to see her and Morgan—see below) and asked if she wouldn’t mind talking a little about herself and Luna.

Okay, Ana-Alycia, tell us a little about yourself!

I grew up in Taos, New Mexico. Taos is full of artists, spiritualists, and wanderers. There is a legend that says the Taos Mountain picks people. If it wants you, you stay forever, if it doesn’t it’s impossible to live there. You can definitely feel the energy! After high school, I left home and lived in Brasil [sic] for almost two years. I then moved to Florida to go to school for psychology. After a couple years there I was missing Taos and decided to move closer. That’s when I met Morgan [Cunnyngham]!

How did the idea for Luna Float Spa originate?

Morgan introduced me to floating. We both loved it so much and had to travel to do it, which was difficult. It was originally Morgan’s idea and I was a bit nervous. After some time, I was completely on board and from then on there was no turning back!

The Luna Dreamwave Pod. (Image © F. P. Dorchak, June 25, 2016)
The Luna Dreamwave Pod. (Image © F. P. Dorchak, June 25, 2016)

What are the benefits of floating?

The benefits of floating extend into any area of our lives. Stress, anxiety, pain, addiction. What do you want to work on?

[See their FAQs for more information about floating and what you can expect out of it!]

Do you have time to use it yourselves and what are the coolest experiences either of you have had?

I try as much as possible. Sometimes we get to float three times a week, and sometimes it’s once every three weeks—lately I’ve been seeing things on the ceiling of the pod. But the coolest experience was when I could think of a memory and be in that memory. I could hear, smell, touch things in the memory. Very weird!

Have you seen any changes in yourselves since floating?

My body feels much better! I also have more energy, sleep better, more patience, and generally am much happier! Every time I float my mind goes deeper into the meditative state.

Are there any negative side effects?

Most people really love it. The one most common negative experience people have is motion sickness. Even then, it’s not that common.

The Luna Dreamwave Pod. (Image © F. P. Dorchak, June 4, 2016)
The Luna Dreamwave Pod. (Image © F. P. Dorchak, June 4, 2016)

In your everyday life, have you had any paranormal/metaphysical experiences you’d like to share?

When I was seven, my uncle died in a plane crash. About a week after his death I was outside by myself and I had a “visit” from my uncle. I didn’t hear him or see him. But he was talking to me and I knew what he was saying. He told me that he had died instantly and his friend (the pilot) died minutes after the crash. The autopsy hadn’t come out yet and when it did, that’s what it said. He also told me a man (who lived in Taos) was going to get in an accident soon and his parents should know. The man, whom I didn’t know, died in a motorcycle accident a few weeks later. I’ve had many other experiences, but this is the most significant.

Wow! Pretty incredible!

Okay, tell us three crazy things about you!

  • I really don’t like chocolate!
  • I’m a very good day dreamer!
  • I hope to live in the mountains (away from people) someday.

What are your and Morgan’s long-range goals with and without Luna?

Eventually, I think we would both like to travel and settle down back in Taos…after we make Luna self-sustaining and get some great employees.

Do you like to read, and if so, what do you like to read?

I do love reading when I have time! Anything that sounds good. I’m reading (slowly) The Toltec Art of Life and Death. It’s written by Don Miguel Ruiz and my best friend’s mother.

Are there any other goals you both have, either for Luna or yourselves, that you’d like to share?

I really want to travel!

Thank you for your time, Ana-Alycia! I know how busy it can be running your own business, and I thank you for your time! I wish you, Morgan, and Luna all the best!

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Perfume From Nowhere

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More Haunted Northern New York, © 2003, Second Printing 2005, Cheri Revai
More Haunted Northern New York, © 2003, Second Printing 2005, Cheri Revai

While in Riverton, Wyoming on our Labor Day Weekend trip, I would get up before my wife and Cousin-in-Law (CIL) and read. I’d started these two books on our upstate New York trip and had finished one of them (New England’s Ghostly Haunts, © 1983, by Robert Ellis Cahill), but was only about halfway through with the other one. That book is the More Haunted Northern New York, by Cheri Revai (apparently Cheri changed her name for one reason or the other, to “Farnsworth”).

I’d sit in the recliner out in the living room, with just the table-side light on and read. What had happened next, I don’t know if it’s really paranormal or not, but I have not found out the source of “the weirdness.”

On the first morning, as I sat and read, I noticed a sudden and definite scent of women’s perfume. It wasn’t an air cleaner/spritzer, it was definitely perfume. I didn’t think any of it, thinking it must be some scent released into the air. I let it go. The next morning, it happened again—twice. This time it happened just as I was finishing up the story about the Hand House (pages 68-70), on page 70. If you read five lines up from my thumb, you’ll read what I read as the two instances of perfume hit me:

"The Hand House," from More Haunted Northern New York, © 2003, by Cheri L. Revai.
“The Hand House,” from More Haunted Northern New York, © 2003, by Cheri L. Revai.

Okay, at this point I put the book down and inhaled some more.

Perfume. Women’s perfume.

Definite, strong.

My wife doesn’t wear it. Neither does my CIL. Neither do his pets.

I put the book down and got up and looked around the shelves behind me (pictures on the shelves and that was it). Nothing. Not one thing that could cause the smell of perfume. I look above and below…I look to the rest of the living room. Nothing. I go out into the hallway…nothing.

Huh.

I sit back down and read the rest of the ghost story and book.

Later that day I ask my wife if she smelled any kind of perfume as she’d sat in the other room the previous day, and she’d mentioned that she had. I looked around some more but couldn’t find anything. I later ask my CIL, when he got up, and he had no idea. But later he brought me over to a knickknack he had. “Is this it?” he asked, at which point he placed what looked like half a geode into my face with a butterfly in the hollow.

I inhaled.

There was a faint scent of perfume. Faint.

He said that you had to run a hairdryer over it to release the smell.

I don’t know if it was the same scent, but I have this to say about the entire affair:

  • I had to ram my nose right up and into that geode/butterfly thing to smell it. What I’d smelled was all around me. It was powerful and strong.
  • No one ran any hairdryer during my early morning hours.
  • This tiny “butterfly thing” was in the next room, around a corner, then recessed back from the entryway into the living room I’d been sitting in by about 12 or 15 feet? There was no way that extremely faint scent could travel like that and amplify it’s scent like it had. What I smelled was like someone had literally sprayed perfume into the air around me. Or like a woman who was heavily perfumed…had stood right next to me.

So…am I making too much out of this?

All I know was that on that second day (and not since) as I read the words “There’s also a very faint scent of perfume“…I smelled perfume. Twice.

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The Riverton Orb

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The Riverton Orb, Mountain View Cemetery, Riverton, Wyoming. (Photo © F. P. Dorchak, September 4, 2016)
The Riverton Orb, Mountain View Cemetery, Riverton, Wyoming. (Photo © F. P. Dorchak, September 4, 2016)

This past Labor Day weekend, my wife and I made a trip to Riverton, Wyoming to visit a relative. While there, we visited the local cemetery, Mountain View Cemetery. We’ve been to this cemetery many times over the years, and never seen any owls…or orbs.

We were visiting my cousin-in-law (CIL). His parents (Jim and Signe) are buried in this cemetery, so we stop by every time we visit. This time, we walked and checked out the entire cemetery (I love to check out cemeteries and their art, and post blogs about them; I’ll do the same with Mountain View in the coming week or two). It was about 2:30 p.m. or so, on Sunday, September 4th, 2016. As we walked around the cemetery, around 3:15 – 3:30, I spotted a huge bird take flight across the cemetery and land in a nearby tree. Some deer we spotted might have spooked it. Anyway, my wife and I go to investigate and find this huge owl nestled in the branches, looking down at us! Right at us! It was the coolest thing! We watched it for a few minutes, when it again took flight—it was incredible! I had my iPad mini with me and snapped off a couple of shots, but it was right into the sun, so I couldn’t see what I was doing. As the owl took flight this second time, my wife had mentioned that her Aunt Signe loved owls.

As we go to follow the owl, I stop to take a look at what I’d shot, and find the photo at the top of this post. See that beautiful, multi-colored orb at the bottom right?

Orbs are frequently talked about and “photographed” and discussed in paranormal circles…and also in non-paranormal photographic circles. Paranormal folks say they’re some kind of energy manifestation “from beyond,” while the more mundane discussions insist they’re from light reflecting off particles of dust, etc. With all the photos I’ve taken over the 50+ years of my life, I’ve never seen an “orb” in any of my photos. I’ve also never seen any orbs first-hand in any locations that were supposed to be haunted. Never seen any in any cemetery I’ve ever visited…and I’ve visited a lot of cemeteries in many different lighting conditions. But there is a lot of insistence from both camps…and the optical folks have their “science” to rest upon—which I’m not discounting. Light refraction and reflection can create some really cool displays—look at rainbows! But, I also believe in the paranormal…and that “coincidences” are nothing to sneeze at nor dismiss.

I should state that my iPad mini photo did not use a flash. There is no flash that I know of on these things.

The fact that my wife mentioned Signe’s name and the photo I just took had an orb in it are too much to simply and lightly dismiss. I don’t believe in coincidences, as I’ve often said, and my wife’s mention of Signe tells me Signe must have been around, given the circumstances…and the orb—the first I’ve ever taken in my life, with all the pictures I’ve taken—I can’t just dismiss as “mere coincidence” and simply a reflection of light off a singular dust particle that is supposed to manifest from flash photography. That, to me, seems more farfetched than a paranormal visit from a family member from beyond the grave.

After my wife went in search of the owl, I walked all around those trees, and took some pictures around it. I looked off into the distance of the area around the trees, and the angle of the photo—there was nothing reflective anywhere. I even took a photo of some hanging reflective ornaments in another area of the cemetery, and they didn’t even show up. So…I’m sticking to my version that Signe decided to show up and “display” an owl for my wife and me. We’ve been to this cemetery many times and have never seen an owl. Ever.

Owl Art. (Artwork is © to Jim Aspinwall, 2006; photo is © F. P. Dorchak, 2016)
Owl Art. (Artwork is © to Jim Aspinwall, 2006; photo is © F. P. Dorchak, 2016)

And there’s another thing: while at my CIL’s home the day before, I ‘d “noticed” an owl painting that Jim (Signe’s husband) had painted. It had just really stood out to me for some reason. I actually stood before it and just stared into it. Now I know why. Then as my wife and I had driven back to Colorado, I continued to see owl statues and images everywhere we went! But there’s more:

Later that same night when we’d first spotted the owl, we went back to the cemetery so my CIL could lay some ornaments on his folk’s gravestone, because it was his dad’s birthday that next day. It was around 7 p.m. We told my CIL about our cool encounter and showed the picture, so he wanted to drive around the cemetery and see if we could again find the owl. So we took our time driving around it. I asked the owl[/Signe] to please show itself again.

A few minutes later, as we drove around the cemetery talking, I found myself just stopping at an intersection. We all just sat there and apparently I was just staring out into the distance and growing darkness. I wasn’t really listening much to the conversation between my CIL and my wife…when something my CIL says catches my ear: “…Frank must be having one of his moments or something….” We all laughed and I snapped out of my reverie. Apparently I was just sitting there at this intersection…staring off into the distance…and I hadn’t really realized what I was doing.

Within a minute or two, there it was! I’d again spotted the owl!

Owl on Double-Hearted Gravestone. (Photo © F. P. Dorchak, Sept 4, 2016)
Owl on Double-Hearted Gravestone. (Photo © F. P. Dorchak, Sept 4, 2016)

It had taken flight low across the cemetery and landed on a double heart gravestone! As I watched it fly, I thought, Gee, it’s like the damned thing just up and flew out of nowhere!

I know, dramatics…but it’s what went through my mind at the moment….

This time the owl just sat there on the double-hearted gravestone for quite some time, swiveling it head back and forth at us. We took more pictures with my mini iPad, but the shots are really grainy, because of the lighting and the distance. You can, however, still make out the owl on the headstone. No orbs. I hadn’t said anything to my CIL and wife at the time, but I felt the headstone was somehow significant, and it just wasn’t quite “clicking” until later:  Jim and Signe were quite devoted to each other, so I find that the owl resting upon the double-hearted headstone was also no “mere, dismissive coincidence.” It would have been much more “chilling” and neater had the owl been on their actual gravestone, but we had already been to their grave site and were on our way out…so, I was extremely excited to get the sighting we got, when-and-where we got it!

Owl on Double-Hearted Gravestone. (Photo © F. P. Dorchak, Sept 4, 2016)
Owl on Double-Hearted Gravestone. (Photo © F. P. Dorchak, Sept 4, 2016)

The owl sat there and swiveled its head for several minutes, and we drove around at a different angle to try to catch some better shots.

It was so incredible to see that imposing, majestic creature!

So…was the orb a mere display of rare physics that I just managed to catch at the right time and place, or was it something more? And the whole “owl thing”…again, mere coincidence? And how about my asking the owl/Signe to again make an appearance, just for my CIL? My pausing at just that intersection? All just well-timed, coincidental coincidences?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Float Number 3: Or Where The Hell Am I?

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Luna Float Spa (Image, by Luna Float Spa)
Luna Float Spa (Image, by Luna Float Spa)

Holy.

Cow.

I did my third float at Luna Spa, yesterday, Saturday, June 25, 2016. At 10:00 MT. I had not planned on doing one so soon, but the thought entered my head, so I contacted them…and they had a session open.

Weeell, not exactly….

At first they said that they’d been booked all day Saturday…so I scheduled for Sunday…cool. Then they got back with me a short time later saying they’d just had a cancellation…and my preferred time was open!

It was meant to be.

I used the pod I’d originally used, not the larger one from my second float.

So, I show up…get situated…get ready to do it…when I thought, huh…maybe I should do a 90-minute floater this time, since my first two were 60 minutes. As I leave the hallway for the room, Ana-Alycia calls out to me from the front desk and asks: “Hey, Frank, do you wanna 60- or a 90-minute?”

Stuff like this happens to me all the time.

My Luna Dreamwave Pod. The Lights Change. (Image by F. P. Dorchak, June 25, 2016)
My Luna Dreamwave Pod. The Lights Change. (Image by F. P. Dorchak, June 25, 2016)

I took the 90.

So…I hose off…enter the pod…and let ‘er rip….

During the entire 90-minute session I was actually in the float pod maybe all of…five minutes?

You read that right.

This was the most incredible float I’ve had to date…it seems that with each float my experiences escalate. This one, however, is extremely hard to quantify. So much happened I simply couldn’t keep track of it all, yet alone to keep track to write these experiences up! For this post there is less to write, because there was so much more to the experience! It was freaky. I tried to keep track of all that happened, but it was impossible…I “became” a part of so many mini…”micro-experiences”…in this float it was nuts. In fact I even joked to myself during it that I needed a little consistency, please!

I kept becoming part of vignettes.

I’d be either part of it, watching it, actively taking part in it, actually doing something, holding, or manipulating some object…didn’t matter, I was there (not in the pod)…then…I’d jerk back into the pod. I actually and literally felt like I was elsewhere.

And I’d believe it.

Behaved as if I were…actually doing whatever was going on in these metaphysical vignettes…then jump back into the pod, sur-fricking-prised I was actually in “a pod”! This is for real…several times I couldn’t remember where I was!

Was I at home?

On a street somewhere?

Talking to who?

Messing around with what piece of some “thing”?

Then I’d be yanked back into the pod.

I felt like some weird-assed Billy Pilgrim.

I was seriously confused multiple times during my 90-minute session. It was fricking crazy. It was fricking cool! It was the wildest ride (Susie Lindau!) I can remember…ever. And they kept coming one after the other, after the other: bang-bang-BANG! There was a period of time in the middle where there was nothing, and I wondered, huh, wonder what’s going on…but then my mind would stray…and before I knew it I was in another…and another…vignette after vignette! And a couple time it was like where my mind strayed to…I was creating these vignettes? It’s kind hard to define…but once or twice I actively tried to consciously steer my “little trips” and once or twice it worked. But most of the time, it was like, la-de-da…I’m floating around in warm salt water—then I’m talking to people…and someone is saying “…domestic 90!” very forcefully to me…then <smack!> I’m back in the pod. It went on and on….

Then—boom!—it was over.

Just like that. And that last time I returned I felt different…like I knew my 90-minute roller coaster through the metaphysical was over. My legs were vibrating with all kinds of “electric” energy. Then the automated pod-voice came on right after that, signifying the end of the 90-minute session.

Really? Had it really just been 90-minutes?

It felt like five.

I felt like I do when I wake up from deep, extremely lucid dreams, like “That’s all, Frank, time to get up, now!” All the incredible, crazy, metaphysical, gyrational energy was simply “gone”…and I was back to my awake life, now. Whatever it all meant, it was certainly “meant” to happen, given the impulse to do this at the last-minute…that cancellation.

And there was another thing I forgot to write down from my second session that also occurred in this one at the very end…I, um, felt…how do I say this without sound pervy?…um, extremely…well…sensual—or (more to the point) a “heightened sense of my physical encapsulation.”

Wow.

Okay, then. So, here are some of the sensations I remember, and there were oh, so many, many more I wish I could remember! Some of them were voices that voiced things quite loud and seemed very important at the time…some were me doing things…other people doing things…but I’ve already largely forgotten them all, because of the sheer quantity of them—but I was extremely cognizant and had a presence of mind with each of them at the time they occurred!

These I did remember:

  • A “big guy’s” booming voice that said “Bo, Bo, Bo—he’s your Bo!” Then this guy back slaps me on the back (my left trapezius area) like a good buddy delivering a punch line. I felt the slap and jerked in the water.
  • This was particularly cool! I heard an extremely “soft,” beautiful female voice that felt like it came from “behind” me say (remember, I’m floating on my back): “Ask….” So I went asking away about all kinds of things! Don’t feel I got answers to them all, but she never said “…and I’ll answer….”
  • One of my vignette people forcefully uttered “…domestic 90…” or “…domestic 9….” I think it was “90.”
  • I think once or twice I as “at home”…or some place where I felt “at home”…only to awaken to find myself in the pod, disappointed because where I’d been had been so peaceful and relaxing…and I found myself naked and floating in tub full of salt water out in public…which meant I had to go back out in to the public to get back home! But, once I realized where I physically [now] was…I realized, dude, you are relaxed and peaceful and doing a float! Bummer part is you have to drive home through “the public”….
  • Jerking body and arms
  • Tingly and expansive-feeling in hands
  • Voices without being voices
  • “Real” voices
  • Legs got extremely tingling and “vibratory” at the very end
  • A “heightened sense of physical encapsulation.”

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