what state of mind is that?

[koni]

what state is that? just synchronized theta? something more specific? is there a name for it?

it is Sunday morning, you have a walk outside the city, look across the field where the railroad connects horizon and infinity. suddenly some border breaks up. you are connected to time. time line becomes like a touchable object and no such thing as a specific moment exists. you are aware of the age of whatever you see. that tree is not here right now, it 'was existing' as is. it feels like a memory, an old forgotten memory. but none you know, none that is connected to your real life. maybe an abstract image of a forgotten fantasy, that once worked as a symbol of subconscious content and now acts as a key to that old subconsciousness? like you are connected to a whole universe of feelings and associations, which are bound to that time, which is bound to the physical moment, that you catch up with your eyes. but you can not contact a single feeling or association itself. it's all there in a single second. then it's over. and you wonder, from where inside you did that unknown universe come. and it's like you have not been there for the first time.

do you know that? do you know a way to get there?
i had that quite often in childhood, but these days i get it only about four times a year

[Tom]

The railroad tracks are not the trigger of the experience and neither is the horizon, but they gave you a place to focus your attention. The directness of it bypasses thinking. You do not need words for it; you just know. For some reason it is easier with your eyes open and your focus on a single point. It could just as easily be while you are sitting on a bridge watching the water running, looking out at the pattern of light and waves in the distance. The thinking and the momentum of tension goes away on its own in the directness of the experience. You are drawing in energy by allowing it to fill you and it brings you a glimpse of the higher level which supports and contains the physical experience.

[knucklebrain1970]

[koni]

thanx tom, seems like you might talk about the same thing.

(I'm not sure whether i undestood the last part, though, if there is some secret in it)

glimpse of the higher level which supports and contains the physical experience.

knucklebrain:  

[koni]

would "trancending" be an acceptable term for this?

[Tom]

Yes, it would work.

There is another component involved. I think it goes beyond just not thinking. The energy involved and the way the mood is set would determine whether it happens or not. It seems most likely to happen when it is least expected to. I think it is a matter of setting up the circumstances which make it likely and then letting go of anticipating specific results.

[koni]

yes.

if i remember correctly i was thinking pretty fast, before i got there. and i am nearly sure, i would not get there if i would just try to stop my thoughts. like i try while meditating (i am bad at that).
i think it was like i thought a verry long chain of fast logically connected thoughts and then i came to and end. as the chain was finished. and i "forgott" to get a new topic. lingering on that moment where everything was thought.

[Tom]

It isn't that you have to try to stop thinking. The more of your attention you shift to direct perception, the more energy gets taken from the internal dialogue. Eventually the words don't have enough to keep going so the internal dialogue collapses on its own. If you look for this to happen you keep feeding the internal dialogue, but you kept your attention moving toward the single point on the horizon instead and that is why your energy built up and the dialogue collapsed and your perception of time changed.

[knucklebrain1970]

Good one Tom, nice description of beating the babbler.

F - time, who needs it. If it were up to me, I'd stop time altogether.

When the sun is up, it's day, when the sun is down, it's night.
Is anything other than that really necessary?


Who the $%@&  made up time anyhow? Part of the master plan eh? I'd like to get my hands a hold of the jerk that decided that work is 40 hours a week. Oh I gotta calm down here