My Experimental Experiences

When I was in high school, I couldn't help but look at beautiful girls/women. This became a problem when I would automatically do this, even when I was with my girlfriend at the time. Acknowledging that this obviously made her uncomfortable, I trained myself to feel nauseous every time I would see a beautiful girl. I did this by thinking of the feeling of nausea every time I would see a beautiful girl and eventually, nausea became a triggered response.

Another time I used this same technique, I had noticed at some point in my life, that I was eating A LOT of candy. Realizing how much garbage I was consuming I kind of felt disgusting. However, candy was an addiction, especially being an ex-smoker. So again, I would think only of the feeling of nausea every time I had a candy craving, and eventually nausea became a triggered response, again.

I like to call this technique, "borrowing energy". Because I took a feeling, that was created by chemicals secreted by neurons in my brain and repurposed that feeling as a multipurpose tool from my toolbox. I have also used aggression for energy like someone would drink coffee. Only it is adrenaline that is being produced instead of ingesting caffeine.

Another experiment had to do with intention of focused energy, some call this karma.

Many of us have experienced our day being ruined by a random screw or something of that nature, causing a flat tire. Realizing that everything in life requires sacrifice, I thought about photosynthesis and how even transference of energy is displayed there. I also thought about the idea of Jesus being resurrected after his crucifixion. You see whether this really happened or not is irrelevant to the functional example expressed here. What I see is a description of an equal exchange. Jesus sacrificed his life for all other people, not for himself, and then his life was returned to him.

So, I began picking up nails and anything that could possibly puncture a tire. I did this not for myself, I did this so other people would not have their day ruined. True, I would be benefiting from this as well, but my soul intention was so that others would not have their day ruined. While doing this I hadn't got a screw in my tire for about 8 years and I had been on multiple job sites where others had parked in the same place I was parked on the same day, and they ended up getting a nail in their tire. Maybe it's just a coincidence, but I believed that I was protected from getting a nail in my tire because I sacrificed a bit of myself for the well-being of others and that same amount of compassion was returned to me.

I shared this with some friends of mine. One of my friends tried doing the same thing and told me that it was not true. I asked him if he picked the nails up so other people would not get a flat tire and he said no way he did it so that he would not. I told him that was the difference.

Another friend of mine had got me a job as a security guard. As we were doing our rounds in the parking lot, I picked up a nail. The company we worked for had high level protocols especially being that this was during the first two years of the Covid-19 pandemic. He told me to drop the nail that I was on camera, and I could get in trouble because it was unsanitary. I stopped picking up nails. That very same week in that very same parking lot, I got a screw in my tire. 

It was a short screw, so it did not puncture all the way through causing me to lose air. But the way I received that was as if someone was tapping me on my shoulder and telling me not to let anyone shake my faith and to continue doing what I know to be right. So, I continued to pick up nails and such and continued to be protected. My friend began to pick up nails after that.

All in all, these experiments have one thing in common. It has to do with the focus of energy (faith), and how that energy is charged (will). If you think of the reflecting mirrors, that what you send out is being reflected back to you. I think the idea that karma is returned to you threefold is really just a scare tactic, it does not express equal exchange. However, it may feel threefold when negative karma comes back to you at a time you least expect it.

More recently, I started doing sensory deprivation floats. The first one I tried was in a small pod, I don't recommend this to anybody unless you have one at home or can be completely undisturbed. I had gone to a facility that had a few pods for my first float. I was able to hear talking down the hallway and would often drift into the sides of the pod while floating (they are small), ultimately disturbing or relaxation.

However, there is place in Southern California called Float Labs. So far, I've done one float there (this is like a 7-hour drive from where I live) and this was a 2-hour float. The chamber that you're in is large, they are basically like large fridge/freezer used in restaurants.

My experience was interesting, though this was only my first "real" float. I can't say too much about where my consciousness was during my float, though I do remember drifting into the wall only one time, but that was near the beginning before fully settling in.

At the 2-hour Mark of my float, the gentleman who had great ignore gently knocked on the back side of the chamber to let me know my time is up. remember that this is a sensory deprivation tank. the point is to disconnect from your senses, trying to get you as close as possible to being nothing but consciousness floating in darkness.

I opened my eyes I started heading towards the door. what was interesting was that it was still completely pitch dark and I could see the outline of the door as well as the outline of the chamber that I was saying, or so I thought. The outline of the door was in the correct place, and as I reached for the ceiling, where I had seen the outline, my hand stopped before reaching the line that I could see. this made me realize that during my float, I was truly disconnecting from my senses. The room that I was in obviously felt bigger or at least my memory of its size was inaccurate. Sitting in darkness, my mind projected the image of these lines, giving me a visual concept of my position, though obviously, it seemed quite bigger than what actually was.

The sum of my observation is that consciousness itself is a realm that has no measurable amount of space, no measurable amount of time or anything of that matter. It is our sensory stimulation that sets limitations to different aspects of our living experiences.