Personal Accounts

What is it actually like to be immersed in this technique for three days?
What is it like when you break through?
Different for everybody of course.

Here is one account from our December Intensive 2008.

Inspiring. Not everyone is as clear as to what's happening to them.

Enlightenment Intensive, December 2008 by Asa Medhurst

"Meditation is the new rock and roll!"

Day one

After the first few hours (which seemed like a hellish eternity) of self reflection, dissection and dismantling of everything I perceived to be me, I came to the realisation that everything I knew to be 'me' was an illusion. I could not be defined by my physical being, my thoughts, memories, experiences, desires nor conditioning. They all contributed to a sense of I, but fell away under my intention to directly experience them. 

In the sitting contemplation I grasped a sense that all that remained was conscious awareness and that this was of the same consciousness as everything else. This sense of undivided consciousness being the only truth led to a rush of realisation that this consciousness was God, and that I was in fact God IN THIS MOMENT. God experiencing itself at the cutting edge of this moment. God experiencing itself embedded in time. Suddenly my sense of ego dissolved and I felt myself to be infinite in nature. The only truth was a sense of unbound infinite consciousness in this moment. 

This experience faded and my further dyads revolved around expressing this insight from different angles in an attempt to directly experience it again.

Day Two

Once more in sitting contemplation I grasped a sense that I was consciousness alone, the same consciousness as everything else, God experiencing itself in this moment. I experienced a sensation like a nutshell breaking open and falling away. 

Unlike the previous day I experienced a sense that there was a greater part of me holding the small husk of my ego awareness. While I identified with this infinite part of consciousness I still had awareness of my ego and had the direct experience of being held in a giant hand: that I was loved, looked after and held by my Holy guardian Angel, soul or aspect of universal consciousness most intimately experiencing I. 

In the most comforting way I could have imagined all my fears, guilt, shame and sense of loss were washed away by the ultimate parent.

In addition while I sat with my eyes open I could see the manifest word around me dissolving into light. I knew the solidity of the objective universe to be illusion - a  light construct, a hologram formed from consciousness WITHIN the body of God. I knew reality as a construct created within the body of God to allow God the experience of coming to awareness in the illusion of time and separation.

I looked up and saw Shivam's body in front of me as if for the first time; ethereal and constructed from light but with a core pillar of dense white light running through.

The sensation of being held by my love, my soul, the grown up, divine part of me lasted for the rest of the day, throughout the dyads. I felt blissful, reassured by a deep rhythmic throbbing at my crown and top of my forehead.

Day Three

Though I struggled to recapture the direct experiences of the previous days, retracing my footsteps through the logic to the realisations, I could not recapture the direct experience. The experiences remained intellectual rather than experiential. I realised I could not spring the cage of ego awareness the same way twice. "Always take a fresh approach." I had to let go of the highs and sense of accomplishment I believed I had achieved in the previous two days. 

Again while in sitting contemplation I caught a sense of 'I' and as I gripped on to it, it shrank in my mind to a black micro-dot wriggling to be free of my unyielding gaze. With determination I continued to grip on to the diminishing dot until it vanished in a 'poof' triggering an overwhelming experience of unfolding from the centre of my being. Like a web being flung out in all directions, or a geometric shape unfolding one face at a time this expansion continued to encompass 'everything’. I was God once again, but the experience this time was almost exclusively regal. No bliss, but an intense detached regal overview. I was the king of everything, aloof and over-viewing. I was Shiva and Parvati in the centre of this web, like they were sitting at the centre of the Sri Yantra. I was not observing them I WAS Shiva and Parvati observing the extension of my own body: the manifest universe. I was home and always had been. 

I found the sense of detachment and regality unnerving, unlike anything I have experienced before. The absence of bliss was the marked difference from the previous day.  

I was unable to go further with any more direct experiences that day and found a strong urge to sum up and 'work it all out' which I fought against, applying and reapplying the technique as best I could. 


Later that evening...

That evening I talked freely with other participants of the intensive and quickly our conversation dissolved into laughter. This built up until I had a conversation about parents and drugs. Suddenly I felt a deep sense of shame and flushed as heat poured through my body. In that moment I felt as if a final piece of ‘self’ has come loose. I was surprised as I 'thought' I'd dismantled all these feelings through the first intense day of dyads. I realised the process was far from over, despite my ego telling me how well I'd done.

That night I just could not sleep. My crown felt as if it was going to explode. As I lay with my eyes open I 'saw' at the end of my bed, myself as a child dressed in a St-George fancy dress outfit my father had made for me, one of my earliest memories. As I looked at this image, my child self smiled with joy and nodded - I had killed the dragon. Before the retreat I had dreamt of St-George and dragon slaying - the dragon of mind. All very obvious symbolism I noted at the time, but seeing the figure before me I started crying. 

At this time I also saw Shivam, sitting in meditation with a fixed corpse like gaze, surrounded by a host of ethereal burgundy robed monks inches from his face peering inquisitively at him. Checking him and his technique out I thought!

Returning my attention to my child self still standing at the foot of the bed, I felt waves of ‘energy’ bubbling up through my body, as if I was going to vomit light. The waves intensified until I felt myself on the verge of bursting. I ran outside and exploded into the richest laughter I have ever experienced. I laughed uncontrollably, passionately each laugh building on the last, falling to the floor, whooping, hooting, howling, gripping my sides and thumping the grass. As tears streamed from my eyes, I surrendered unconditionally to the laughter. My back arched and with arms wide I fell to the grass. As  my head hit, suddenly ‘I’ was gone. My entire awareness was consumed in divine laughter. I laughed at everything laughing back at me, the moon, the stars, the earth. I knew why the laughing Buddha laughs. I was the laughing Buddha! That was the joke, it was all so obvious! 

I felt no heat, no cold, no bodily sensation except unending waves of warm blissful laughter cascading through my body. I had no sensation of time or place. No sense of I whatsoever. When the laughter began to subside I suddenly became aware I was freezing cold and should go back to the house. I stood and felt strange in an unfamiliar body. I stumbled back to the house for a warm cup of tea.

The next morning in an optional dyad, the laughter resurfaced. But I was not alone! Open and infinite hearted the laughter rippled around the dyad, one two three four people began to laugh unconditionally, each laugh rebounding of another until we were in tears. No fear, non restriction, no limits, just pure joy.

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