Into The Deep

Yesterday, I had one of the deepest meditations I have had in many months.  It took place while sitting outside in a hard metal chair in front of a Starbuck's cafe after having finished half of a double shot of espresso. An oddly cool, August breeze blew; it helped to caress me into a deep trance.  I could sense autumn in the air though it may be far off. The smell of dying leaves from some far off place, the tinge of the whiff of snow from a distant mountaintop, and the reassuring smell of a drop of rain were all mixing together to form a trance inducing potion, a few deep breaths and I was under.

I felt as if I were sensing every autumn in the history of time.  I felt a sense of timelessness (we are timeless awareness) that I have felt only a few times during meditation int the past.  This sense of timelessness was always associated with a smell.  Oddly, as a former epileptic, the onset of my seizures was always accompanied by the onset of an odor.

Words cannot describe the sense of timelessness; one must experience it for themselves.  I always note the time before I begin a meditation.  Often, my sense of linear time which, of course is not real, is distorted when I come out of the deep.  In this particular case I was only under for six minutes yet I felt I had explored the beginning of time to the present.  The sense of calm I felt afterwards brought a smile to my face.

I finished my espresso and left unceremoniously.