today Mother Water was gently tugging at my lower spine. It hurt a few times as she brought me into line. Over and over she gently teased apart my bunched together muscles…
I listened to music while in the tank. I will have to do more of that!
I’ve noticed that my skin is silky smooth and not so wet after floating… salt must help the water actually get into my body as opposed to beading up on the skin.
— interesting discussion about how life evolved from the water and how some of the originally extinct lifeforms will attach to a human who enters the water for fun in the google video. also check out the website Nicolai Levashov is an advanced physicist, Academician, environmentalist, and self-taught healer. In this video Nicolai’s friends/students, discuss their first-hand experiences with Nicolai and his ability to metaphysically (and remotely) heal others.
Today, I felt like skipping my float session. I was feeling quite open before the session. However a little altercation on the floattalk list left me with a bit of bitterness, so I decided to have the Epsom Salts melt it away.
When I entered the tank, I had very little work to do on the head and neck. They sank down to full relaxation almost immediately. It took awhile but my body began a series of “micro-stretches”, gently pulling apart muscles that were un-necessarily held in tension. Each micro stretch felt so nice.
Also, there were a lot of bubbles in this session. I have no idea why, perhaps viewing the healing video of Nicolai Levashov did it?
All in all, another worthwhile session.
I am a single male with a 2 story 2.5 bedroom townhouse. Recently I had some movers bring in some things and they tracked snow and dirt all over my house. Not only that, but I had been busy and dishes were all over the kitchen. The floor had grime and food waste everywhere. Clothes were upstairs, and downstairs laying in piles. I will spare you the rest, but you get the picture: this place was a disaster area unfit for human habitation. I was choking in air because all the grime was feeding parasitic life forms and their excretia. So, I ran through the craigslist ads in desperation. My problem was not just cleaning. I had a poorly organized house. And I can only thank God that I found Jaime. She came in and room-by-room re-organized my entire house. But she had a vision for re-organization from the beginning. She knew where everything needed to be and worked like lightning to put things right. Now, the next day, I am living in this townhouse the way I should: like a king with a well-tended castle. The air is fresh, the floors are clean, and I sat down last night and watched a DVD in comfort, thanks to Jaime’s ideas about re-arranging the whole house. If we assume that cleanliness is next to Godliness, then it’s really a shame that preachers are supposedly the stairway to god when it’s really people like Jaime. How can we give credit to doctors when the baseline for health is a clean environment. Why do drug companies and doctors make millions and a top-tier cleaner/organizer like Jaime works for pennies? Why can “interior decorators” charge 70-80/hour when Jaime decorates AND cleans at the same time? There is but one answer to these questions: book your time with Jaime and compensate her well for service that is worth nothing less than one million dollars.
now I sadly must report some serious issues with Jaime Johnson.
She is a very talented housekeeper. But overall, there are some glaring and uncomfortable imbalances in her personal life and some unacceptable drops in level of professionalism that I cannot tolerate.
The first step for all aquanauts begins with the musculature around the neck. The first floats will teach the neophyte about the chronic lock on the muscles she has in this area. Occasional glimpses of the similar issue below the waist will surface but will not be addressed until issues with the head-neck area get in order.
Like the layers of an onion, we peel away physical then mental tension to arrive at the ever-perfect unconditioned awareness that is our essential nature.
The heating element on the bottom will burn your booty… I need more water and salt. My butt was dragging the bottom. I had to turn down the heating element to keep from frying my behind.
The early essence of floating is unwinding. Removing locked muscle patterns. Un-necessary tension.
How nice to have a teacher. A perfect teacher. A teacher who never fails anyone. Who is always there should you simply get in the water.
Now time to run the filter system… let’s hope this works!
Pumping saltwater from a container up to the 2nd floor of my townhouse worked just fine. But when I tried to use the same hose to pump the water “downhill” it would not work… and it confused me because it was an easier pumping job.
So I went to Home Depot and bought a bunch of clear hose so I could see where things were going wrong… when experienced people tell you to secure the join points, LISTEN. I simply attached the hose sections together without clamping them and made a spectacle of myself in front of all of my already-suspicious neighbors! Good thing everything is above board and cleared with the rental office.
So anyway, I pumped using the clear hose from the house back to the container and it worked just fine. But then the next day I tried to pump from container to tank and it failed again… but this time I could see clearly. What had happened is that epsom salt had formed cakes near each joint. So I had to remove each clamp and slap the hose on cement to shatter the salt rocks. Then everything worked well and the tank filled…
The water drained out of the tank faster than the salt in the tank, leaving me with 2-4 inches of salt at the bottom of the tank. So, I had a mover take the vat of salt and tilt it towards my front door so I could scoop it out and put it in the tank.
Now, I did a bit of scooping, but it was getting late and I didnt want to irk my neighbors. Now, I awake and the water and salt is frozen solid.
So, when the water thaws, I’m still worried that the salt will be in rocks and I will need to “de-cake” it somehow… suggestions?
But really, everything is OK according to the saltwater concentration meter.
All in all, I am very happy to have a basic tank with easily-replaceable parts. And doing this myself was educational… aggravating, but educational. I’m very lucky to have a high quality moving service right around the corner from my house. He was able to come over at a moment’s notice on several occassions and make snap moving jobs for me.
What now?
Well, right now the tank is warming up. It started at 42 degrees once it was filled. Now, it is up into the 70s 9 hours later. I have found a powerful portable furnace with a great return policy that tells me they know this sucker will put out some heat.
I want this heater for a few reasons:
I keep thinking up these k00L domain names for a Flotation Tank center. Aquanaut is a play on psychonaut and astronaut.
The inner voyager who uses water is of course an aquanaut!
Why waste time, and effort on strenuous yoga postures and long meditation intensives when you come climb into my tank, kick back and enter the highest goal of the Yoga Sutras immediately.
You want samadhi? It’s yours.