Entries Tagged as 'experiences'

gently I elongate thee

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.

My first float in my own tank

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!

like a beached whale

It’s been 1 week since I floated. My futon feels like a cement block. My body is beginning to close up. I really need to float… I cant wait til Frank gets here to install my tank.

Peeling the initial layers of the onion…

I was stressed. Beyond stressed. I was going out of my mind. I grabbed all my clothes and shoved them in a suitcase and drove from Columbus to Chi-town in one day. Thank goodness Spacetime Tanks has been open for 26 years and booked me the same day.

On the first day, when I got into the water, I was struck by how different *I* was from the water. The water was calm, pure and gentle. I was hard like a rock. But then I began to merge, melt, slowly but surely.

The next day when I got in the water, I realized my arms were hunched up chronically to my neck… almost as if I was ever-ready to ward off a violent blow from behind. But over the hour session, this too began to drop away. 

The third day was my 4-hour session. My arms began to unroll and I started to trust the tank. Over a 4-hour period I actually began to allow my neck to release.

I did a final 4-hour session on Tuesday of last week. Here my perception began to trust extending out beyond my body… gradually, slowly a few times it happened.