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Since @thenib will be shutting down soon, I thought I'd share a couple of my favorite comics I've done for them over the years. Flip the Switch, from 2015, explores my first foray into float tanks. You can read the rest of the comic under the cut:
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"Unware of light, sound, gravity or any physical sensation at all, I am at perfect peace - like a mind in space I drift: to return to the world rejuvenated, refreshed and dynamic."
Iām officially a float tank enthusiast. The intense relaxation that overtakes your body and mind is incredible. Itās just you and your thoughts so your subconscious becomes louder, but in a good way. Itās like an alert meditation trance. In the beginning I told myself positive affirmations, after that I focused on my breathing which put me into a deeper state of relaxation. Eventually I drifted into thinking about my life without an anxious feeling which was nice for the one time. Everyoneās experience is different though. Iād recommend it to anyone who needs to slow their thoughts down and relax.
With my head all over the place and times like this i feel especially inspired to practice some sort of mindfulness.
I had a float tank experience booked and thought not only now is the perfect time but damn son, im gona have a life altering experience and gonna get crazy new art concepts floating in this human fish tank. Then i got a bit anxious like how ami gonna do nothing for an hr! I donāt remember the last time my mind has not been unoccupied for 5mins let alone an hour.
2bh my experience was none of the above. For the first 15mins I could say it was the most calming experience. Reminded me of sitting at the beach listening to the tide. A sort of monotonous relaxation then i slowly slipped into a state of zen. I lost all sense of self and it felt like i was spinning in a space of infinity. I had no idea were i ended and were i begin.
Doing this made me realise to take more importance in taking time out and cutting myself off from the world. Not in a morbid way i love being alive and to feel. But the void of nothingness seems to dwell rite next to serenity. awe man i dunno wtf im talking bout just take some time off G
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Hey beautiful souls just want you all to know itās my birthday weekend, so Iāve taken it off from work but also readings. So please donāt think Iām ignoring you if youāve not replied.
Yesterday was my birthday and I went with my sister and best friend to try the Sensory Deprivation Floatation Tank. I freaking loved it and would go every week if it wasnāt so expensive lol. I highly recommend if youāve not been. If you want to feel truely out of your body and fully connected with your soul being this is for you! šš»šš»šāØ
This was my tank, felt like climbing into my alien pod ship ready to set out back into the universe šš½
I like to set goals on my birthday to work on for that year and this year I defo want to get out to do/see more in the world. Try new things and get out of my comfort zone a bit. Donāt get me wrong I loooooove my comfort zone. But Iām a life path 5 and Iām not living like it. I need to explore and be more adventurous, Iām ready to let go of fear... loosen my grip finger by finger, il get there!! š¬āŗļø
Reading for people teaches me so much, I see how we are not that different from each other. I see the same shift happening in me also happening in a lot of you. This is a very special time to be alive to be here on Earth and be these physical beings we are. Sometimes we just need to remember that alone. #gratitude
Sending love and light energy to all that took the time to read this, I hope you have a magical day xx šš¼āāļøāØā„ļø
Yesterday I went to a float spa. Ā My sister gave me a 90-minute float for my birthday back in October, and it only took me two and half months to find a way (time off, a sitter, the gumption to do something nice for myself) to get there.Ā Hereās my experience, for my future selfās reference when the noise starts creeping back in.Ā
After waiting for someone else to arrive (who, as far as I know, never did), we went back to the rooms and I got the tour, the tutorial of how to do this, where to look for reminder instructions, where to hang my towel should I get salt water on my face, the button to push if I want the light back on, the button to push that does absolutely nothing, despite the music note decal above it. Ā
Before he left me to it, he shook his head with a big smile (not that it ever really left his face) and shrugged and said, āIām so excited that youāre a writer,ā because THAT was what he clung to: Iām a teacher, sureāthatās how I make money, and I love it. Ā But what he saw was a writer. Ā Artists recognizing artists.Ā Awesome.
I showered, dried my face as told, opened the sealed door, stepped into the room (it was a room, not a pod, though he showed me what those look like, too), laughed to myself at how slick the floor was and the fact that I hadnāt anticipated that, latched the door completely, and lowered into the water. Ā
I pushed the only working button, and the teal light gently faded away as zen-inducing music came in. Ā
For a long time, I had pictured myself in this setting: closed eyes (like it mattered in the pitch blackness), neck and shoulders finally straight and relaxed, arms drifting a few inches from my hips as I found my center, or peace, or nirvana, or whatever it was that I was supposed to find when my physical senses were finally given a chance to rest. Ā Instead, I spent the first I-want-to-say half of the experience with my arms up over my head (because thatās where they kept drifting, forcing me to finally understand where the āDead Manās Floatā got its name), bending in different angles at the waist because I suddenly felt so flexible and free, and since I couldnāt see anything, hell, maybe I WAS a contortionist all of a sudden! Ā Montel had told me that at the end of the session, the light would come back on and some piano music would come in, and at that point, I should just let loose and play: bounce off the walls, try to float on my stomach, swim around and be silly. Ā
Faced with the darkness and impending silence (the music was going to fade out eventually), I instead told myself that my spirit is too playful to lie still like I was supposed to, and I gave myself permission to move however I wanted, instead of berating myself for wasting this opportunity on movement. Ā
The music died away, and in the silence I could hear my breath extra loudly, thanks not only to the water, but to the earplugs I wore to protect me from it. Ā I felt like I couldnāt get my neck to relax, so I tried the floating headrest. Ā It was fine for a while, and I started to grow still, but it threatened to give me a headache once my head started to feel heavy for some reason, so I reached for the wall (there it is. No, thatās the door. Ā That means itās to the right. Ā Here we go. The hook was above the light. Thereās the light. Ā No, thatās a filter jet. Ā Thereās the light. Ā That means the hook isā¦how farā¦?) and hung up the headrest only to have it fall and splash a drop of salt water on my face. Ā Part of me knew immediately that this droplet would not bother me. Ā Iād practiced enough mindfulness meditation that I could just let it go, but a louder, more controlling part of me said, āThis is part of the experience! Ā You have to use the spray bottle and the towel he recommended hanging near the door to wipe your face so you arenāt distracted by the itch of drying water!ā Ā So I did.Ā I also pushed the music note button, and sure enough, it didnāt do anything.
Looking back, I think it was at this point that my maternal self looked at me lovingly and sternly, with āAlright. Ā Thatās enough,ā on her face, and I finally felt like I was ready to stop doing the float and just be floating. Ā
It grew quieter in my head, all the gnat-like thoughts flitting and staying away for longer and longer, and in this new, different silence, I surprised my future self. I said (in my head), āAlright, god. Here I am.ā
You probably donāt know me too well (so it surprises me that youād have read this far), but I am not a religious person. Ā And this isnāt a religious piece, at least not as I understand it. Ā I was not taught to foster any kind of relationship with a god, and I never really spoke to one growing up unless I wanted something. Ā I was great at bargaining with a hazy, distant god vaguely introduced to me by my born-again Pentecostal grandma, and sometimes I let myself be comforted by the notion that someone might be looking out for me, but for my adult life, the idea of g/God has been like kombucha for me: I know it does some people real good, but I just canāt make myself like it. Ā I donāt mind if you enjoy it; Iām going to say, āNo, thanks.ā
I also said, back-to-back with my announcement to that god, āEnlightenment, or whatever you are, Iām here.ā Ā This is less surprising, because I know myself well enough that while I donāt dismiss most things New Age or holistic, when faced with the opportunity for enlightenment, Iām so tired and tense and perpetually drained lately that I would approach it with glibness, that I would look it in the face and say, āWell???ā
Iād love to say that I then had some kind of vision or realization, that some fog had lifted for me and everything felt clear and right again. Ā Some people hallucinate; I did not, aside from thinking that I was seeing light come in through the door when I definitely wasnāt (the door wasnāt where I thought it was when I made that trip for the towel). Ā I may have fallen asleep, or started to, more than once because I felt myself come back to my body (this is the only way I know how to describe the feeling of waking up when opening my eyes was no different than closing them) without realizing Iād lost awareness of the water around me. Ā No god spoke to me in any voice, my own included, but when I used my last conscious thought to announce that I was ready to listen, I did finally go still. Ā I did finally just exist without exertion and breathe without listening to my own breath. For ninety minutes, I unplugged from everything I could, and got as close as Iāve ever been to some intangible, indescribable peace. Ā My nose started to grow a little stuffy, I breathed too shallowly and had to take some catch-up breaths here and there, my joints popped and cracked as I shifted here and there and it was loud in the water, and all of that was no longer worth thinking about. Ā It was all genuinely okay, and that was enough to put me in a daze.
The room lit up soft blue again, and I had no concept of how long I was in my two states. Ā I am hopeful that I was quiet longer than I was restless, but it doesnāt matter. Ā I tasted the stillness and confirmed that even in me, in ever-reaching, ever-worried, ever-wanting me, itās there. The promised piano music was instantly familiar: a softer version of The Pixiesā āWhere is My Mind?ā The choice made me smileāmy husband introduced me to this song when we started dating eleven years ago, and Iāve never stopped loving it. Ā And youād better believe I took Montelās direction. Ā I pushed off the walls and glided across the water, bouncing here and there, waking up my limbs in the most fun way I could imagine until the song ended and I was left in the light. Ā
I smiled as I carefully pulled myself up and pushed open the door. Ā I smiled as I took my second shower, washing away all the salt water that threatened to really dry me out in the middle of winter. I smiled as I toweled off, put my clothes back on, took a deliberate last look around the little room, and stepped out into the hallway. Ā
I smiled when Montel found me in the quiet nook filled with cushions on the floor, mixed and matched blankets and a salt lamp decorating the small, cozy space intended to ease me back into the world. Ā He offered me water, and I smiled when I took it from him.
Had I not had a sitter waiting on my Ā return and a chiropractor appointment set later than afternoon (read: a life to return to), I donāt know how long Iād have stayed there. Ā When I first passed it, I didnāt think Iād use that room at all. But when I sat there on the floor drinking that water, I could still feel traces of the stillness sitting below the light headache that was setting ināa happiness hangoverāand I wanted to live there. Ā
I donāt live there, though, so I walked out into the bright front space, hair still damp and messily finger-combed, face bare and relaxed as I found my shoes where I left them by the door. Ā I sat where Montel had in the beginning and made myself comfortable while I put them on, and he took my earlier seat and said a little bit more about how he loves the experience, throwing in a few lines about a membership that on another day might have irked me. Ā I didnāt mind. Ā We thanked each other, we said our goodbyes, and I stepped out into the wind to make my way back to the car. Ā I conformed to my seat a little more than usual on the drive back, and when someone almost clipped me on the highway, I let it go a little more quickly than usual. (Still, later that night, when someone ran a stop sign on my street, I honked at them and then flashed my brights at them, so you win some, you lose some).
I donāt know exactly what my takeaway is or why Iām always so determined to have one. Maybe itās the writing teacher in me always trying to find a moral for my stories. Ā What Iām settling on is this: my muscles stiffened up later in the afternoon and an old ache in my hip was not permanently cured. Ā I woke up a little tense this morning, and Iāve yelled once or twice already. Ā I am not a changed woman. Ā But I did open myself to an experience that is not altogether unfrightening. Ā To be alone for ninety minutes without the anchors of sight, sound, or sensation could have pushed me into an anxiety spiral, it could have made me sad, it could have convinced me that Ā I am hopelessly tired and destined to be so forever. Ā But it didnāt. Ā I let my flighty, easily-distracted self play, and when she got all of her bullshit out of the system, what was left was the being that Iād deeply hoped was still in there somewhere: a part that did not need to examine or process, a part that could be not just comfortable but openly happy with the most permanent thing to which she is bound: herself.