Cloud Space

Since this has happened twice, I feel as if it is worth some documentation.

I’ve been fortunate enough to witness many a great meditation moments: from receiving images to assist me on my path, to accessing waves of ultimate bliss.

In the past month, I’ve had a recurring experience:

About a half hour into my meditation, focusing intently on my breath, my shell began to shed away; feeling as if my physical outline cracked, dissolved, and drifted away in pieces. Both times, as soon as this happened, my space became a cloud space: I felt as if my body was made up of a cloud.

cloud space mindsight

First time around, my cloud was more grey in color. Also, after this state was accessed, I received a 10 minute intoxication from a particular guru. I had never experienced a “no-thought” space as deep as that, and it lasted for such a long time! Even the hour spent in an isolation tank did not bring upon such a state. Pure bliss emanated to me, through me, so much out through me that I thought the girl next to me might become startled.

As I just stepped away from a 40 minute meditation, I come here, as the same experience happened again. About a half hour into my meditation, focusing intently on my breath, my shell began to shed away; feeling as if my physical outline cracked, dissolved, and drifted away in pieces.

This time around, my cloud was not as grey. I quickly noticed, “Hey, this is just like that experience before!” However, just as quickly as I thought that, I reminded myself to not get carried away in thought. I continued surfing my breath all the way in, and surfing my breath all the way out. My vision was in cloud, I was cloud. As I followed my breath, from my center up into my chest, a space hollowed out in my chest. It was if I was looking down into this space, as if it were a vortex or wormhole. My heart and throat chakras were opening into this hole, as I, cloud, looked down into the cloud-lined tube. I felt a great intensity, as wind vacuumed through this space. My access was short lived, as a door closed down the stairwell, and I heard a bunch of loud talking.

Now that I think of it, clouds have always been a theme for me. Possibly representing separations in unseen dimensions.

cloud meditation painting

Whatever it is, the human nervous system is truly amazing.

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