February 17, 2019

Drift Away

Imagine having this kind of experience when you’re totally not expecting it...your laying on the couch or the bed, chilling, relaxing on the sofa vista, laying back in your recliner, sitting in the loveseat without the love of your life or whatever...you’re looking at nothing in particular because it’s your place and there isn’t anything in particular worth looking at is there?...then without any kind of surgeon general’s warning or civil defense announcement or air raid like sirens going off nor effort on your part...gradually the lights in the room blur and seem to start moving...no, what?...they are moving...or at least seem to be...maybe some extra lights appear too…soft pastelly colors of green and purple maybe, or maybe soft white lights that help set the mood...slowly, slowly...you start to feel as though you are floating weightlessly…free and easy peasy...then it seems like you are drifting, just drifting away somewhere in space...maybe into a secret stratosphere?...who knows?...all this without the help of a bottle of Wild Irish Rose or some pricey vodka that doesn’t taste any different from the low end kind that you have to get on your knees and reach to the back of the bottom shelf of your favorite purveyor of spirits store to get...this is pure natural participation in another world type of reality and being...it isn’t anything conjured up or manufactured in any way--anyway this feeling is one where you’re just drifting along in peace and floating on a sea or cloud of ataraxia...floating  floating floating—pleasant all the same...the longer you drift and lift...sometimes it feels like you’re drifting through space, brushing by the moon, touching the stars and the constellations, taking a bite out of the Milky Way with its chocolate caramel nougat...and maybe, maybe you are even drifting through time even...minutes and years and millenniums dissolve...time is no longer real and you’re going into a different kind of dimension...a third, fourth, or even fifth?...maybe while all this is going on, you start to look inwards and begin to ponder...ponder the wonder of it all maybe--ponder the ponderable...your mind is just an open field and the gate to the corral is wide open and you are ready to run like a wild horse…there’s just a feeling of calmness about the whole thing...no fear at all, no anxiety, no nerves...just pure tranquility...all your problems have slipped away...and then…...everything slowly comes back into focus...this feeling of ecstasy has ceased and once again you sense yourself laying on the couch and the lights come back into a state of fixed reality and you’ve got what is known among the jargon of doctorates and titans of the psychological industry as a ‘warm and fuzzy’ feeling inside of you...soon, real life experiences intercede...you don’t know what happened, but you’re glad it did and hope it happens again soon...this type of experience happens to everyday people...Joe Sixpacks and Oliver O. Officetypes...you don’t need to be of the paranormal leaning persuasion to encounter such a phenomenon...it happens to some people and never to some...some people scoff, brush off, dismiss, reject, ridicule and scorn ideas of this type of thing occurring, but what do they know for no one has an understanding of these profound experiences...they haven’t had the pleasure of it all...pleasure and magical experiences tend to avoid these carcasses of negativity...they probably don’t believe in rainbow colored unicorns either...who wouldn’t want a feeling of joy and peace?