I was more than excited to see what my second float would hold. The closest place for me to float is 2 hours away and in a different state; and so is the airport. I had been sick for weeks, awake all night with an ab aching cough. Cough medicine was not working and sleeping sucked. I spent a long weekend in Delaware visiting a good friend and on my return I decided to make a float appointment. I remember being worried that I would spend the whole time in the tank coughing because it started every night as soon as I layed my head back. I did not cough once. I think the salt air had a lot to do with it as well as the humidity. I slipped myself in the tank and immediately felt myself relax. I was now in a place that I was not yet used to being in but knew I could get used to being in. This float was where things got exciting. I could feel myself feel nothing, feel myself let go and give way to the unknown. The strange thing about it is that my body would allow me to go into that space in my head for like 3 minutes or so and I would literally jerk myself out of it. It was kind of like how you’re having a bad dream in which you are falling and right before you fall you jerk yourself awake, that is how I would take myself out of it. It happened at the very least 3 or 4 times. I remember coming out of the tank to discuss it with Marilyn, the owner, and being told that it was completely natural. My body was getting to a space that I had never been in before and it was only appropriate for it to want out. We have such a fear of the unknown because it is our human instinct to want to know where we are and what is happening with our body. In the tank I know that I also fell asleep for minutes at a time, I never jerked myself awake from that. It was almost like drifting in and out of consciousness. It felt like a very deep sleep and it all kind of flowed together: the being awake and being asleep part.
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