I find treasures in you that I have never found anywhere else.
I take a shot of this concoction as often as I can and I haven’t been sick in almost 2 years. It’s an amazing immune booster. That and curbing stress as much as possible is the best medicine.
Puree garlic, ginger, lemon juice and cayenne pepper. Can add a few drops of oregano oil if you’re feeling brave.
I still get the season of allergies and haven’t found a natural remedy for that. Has anyone else?
Has anyone tried the Float Tank yet? We tried it for the first time this past weekend. Below are our written experiences. :)
I open the door to the vault and climb in. It is pure black darkness and as I lay down, my body immediately floats, half underwater and half out of water. The water and air is at 93.5 degrees which means you don’t feel the water, where it ends or where it begins.
I feel completely wet and my scalp starts to burn. My head feels like it weighs a hundred pounds attached to a rubbery wire that is my neck. The rest of my body feels weightless as I put my arms behind my head and cradle it in my hands, lest it fall and float off.
My body occasionally floats to and fro, fingertips touching the wall or my toes bumping into the other wall. I feel the same sensations as floating in the salt waters of the Caribbean without the warming of the sun, the cooling touch of the waves and without a tropical drink in my hand. So yeah, not the same at all.
There were several moments of complete nothingness, feeling like I was floating in space, not feeling my body anymore, becoming one with the burning of my scalp. Was it the most relaxing thing I’ve ever experienced? I’m not sure. After the feeling of eternity, I attempted to float onto my side and curl up in a comfortable fetal position. I bounced right back like a buoy. Ok, I’m going to sit and meditate then, I thought. I’m estimating that the last 30 minutes (oh did I mention the session was 90 minutes?) was spent sitting, focusing on my breathing, tasting salt in my mouth and feeling nauseous.
When that music started indicating 90 minutes was up I hopped up out of there and felt a rush of relief. Later, I explained to the store owner my symptoms of nausea and dizziness. He says there are 1% of those who get seasick. That was me.
Conclusion: if you get sea sick, take ginger pills. Wear shower cap.
Meditated for the first time with a group in East Hollywood. Followed my breaths…and tried to tune out the lady who led the group. She talked a lot and asked us to think about things like people we didn’t like, which felt counter-productive to meditation…but what do I know? My left knee is inflamed and I have a broken right foot so couldn’t assume any guru-like positions on the floor. But, even sitting on a metal folding chair, I felt more aware of my inhalations and exhales which in turn made everything inside me go silent. I’d be interested in coming up with a mantra and think I’ll do so. Transcendental meditation says they’ll give me one for $1,000 so I’ll think I’ll find one on my own.
A few hours later, at the unlikely hour of 10pm in a barren section on the Westside, we went to a floatation clinic for the first time. After struggling with trying to get my ear plugs securely in place, I closed the door to my floatation crypt and immersed my naked self in shallow epsom salt water. I floated on my back for 90 minutes, locked away in my little floating cell, in total blackness (although I do admit that I kept the crypt door ever so slightly ajar for the first 10 minutes). Some say this form of sensory deprivation can result in spiritual enlightenment, revelations and the feeling of being in outer space. I felt like I was in a floatation clinic, being kept afloat by epsom salt, which I tried to prevent from seeping into my brain.
Although I didn’t experience an opening of my Third Eye nor any awakening of the spiritual kind (and I certainly didn’t experience any creative lightning bolts), I did feel relaxed, somewhat untroubled and soggy. And I did sleep for 10 hours once we got back to our little hotel room.
Floating is a good thing for stress. And it helped soothe (temporarily) my broken foot. I can see where it could also be a good place to reach a deeper meditative plane.
(At least I didn’t get nauseous like Nikki. She got seasick floating on her back. I felt really bad for her.)
“You can get everything that you want. But who cares? That will only make you happy in your head. You wont be fulfilled. Connect to this moment. Unhook from wanting everything.
Be, connect, allow, flow, enjoy that process. That is where you meet who you truly are. When you connect to who you actually are, when you release effort, when you unhook from anticipation, fear, doubt, and just allow the unfolding of yourself, when you just start without knowing how, you expand. Expansion equals fulfillment. Fulfillment equals everything.
When you do this, accidentally, money, health, love, career all fall into place, way more than a ton of effort, but who cares? That is not the highest excitement. You were not sent here to “get as much money as possible” You were here to create, allow, flow, play. The money just comes, but it isn’t you.
If the most exciting thing you want is a physical thing, than you only have experienced mental happiness. You have things how you want them, which means you are a victim to your circumstances and you changed the circumstances. But you are still a victim.
Wait until you experience connecting to you. It turns everything else into a story. You suddenly understand something new, you run this whole damn thing. Your fears aren’t real. You discover doubts aren’t real. You see that you were identified with the story of you, but you are only now. Stay there. Nothing to do. Enjoy. Don’t distract yourself every second. Fulfillment leads to true transformation, where you become someone different than who you used to be.”