Something happened. I don’t remember the accurate date or time. It was an afternoon and I was grappling with a lot of problems, not the unpleasant pain causing issues but actual technical problems that I needed to solve.
My depression experience was also on full throttle and I was extremely confused and my mind stretched to its limits (or so I thought). At the end of every step in my problem solving, as my abstractions got thinner and thinner, I ended up landing into an experience that I could only describe as a fog, then.
On this particular day, this experience of fog was extremely intense and I was getting extremely frustrated with my inability to work on my problems. The fog was an unpleasant experience and I was only reacting to it. Till then, my experience of life had been: why is this unpleasant thing happening to me? why is life like this? why am I in so much pain? why is everyone so difficult? and so on.
However, thanks to my therapist, I had begun accepting the possibility that in such a situation, there might be some value in observing the fog instead. So, this day, for some reason, I turned around and started staring at the fog. I started contemplating its nature, and what it felt like.
I don’t think I can correctly describe whatever happened after that. However, I can use metaphors to try and communicate that experience.
So, I did not physically turn around in space. And I did not utter the words “What is this fog?” but I asked myself what is this fog?, what is its nature?, what are its properties?, what is its interface (what is it doing? and what am I doing with it?)? By asking these questions I started seeing it more clearly.
The first thing that I became aware of was that it was not a fog, it was made up of multiple pieces of fog. (Remember, my seeing and pieces are all metaphors.)
Second thing I became aware of was that fog was an incorrect metaphor for what I was experiencing. Each of these distinct pieces first felt like worms wriggling, throbbing and pulsating as different things.
As I stared at these so called pieces, the wriggling and throbbing turned into intense vibrations. The distance (a metaphor) between them also stopped being empty and started turning into vibrations (again a metaphor). And then the vibrations sort of merged into each other into a single experience of intense vibration that suddenly became my primary experience. I was that vibration but at the same time I was the mind thinking about the vibration. As a thinking mind, I could comprehend that I was just a sense organ to myself – the intense vibration. But, I was both that vibration and this thinking mind.
At the same time, my mind knew that it was just a conduit (metaphor), a way/ mode of processing the intense amount of sensory data that my body was collecting from everywhere. You can appreciate how confusing and terrifying that was.
Then it got even more absurd. I was freaking out but I was extremely calm and filled with bliss. This intense vibration that I was experiencing myself as, felt very similar to the experience of love and bliss and good. My senses were getting overwhelmed with intense feelings that I cannot describe or equate with anything I have ever experienced. It was overpowering and in a way, overflowing.
I have known no way of expressing this experience. I was laughing, crying and almost dancing. I wasn’t sad, I wasn’t happy. I still don’t know what I was.
All this was happening in a span of seconds even though I’m not sure how to even start describing my experience in terms of what we understand as time. My wife was sitting right in front of me freaking out because even I was wondering if I was going crazy.
I was trying to talk, trying to explain and trying to make sense of it. (I or rather my mind or I’m not sure.) I was this and I was that. Both were real. There was no maya or truth. There was truth and truth. It was not one and another. It was just this and nothing else.
My mind was trying to comprehend. My mind was devastated. I was weeping, laughing, bouncing at the same time. With my limited understanding I made some sense of it that I have tried to describe. It’s not accurate though. Our understanding of a thing is an abstraction, a stripping down to match patterns and mental models that we already have. To understand my experience, my mind would need patterns and mental models and metaphors that I don’t have.
And as it had become clear for a few seconds, it became unclear again. It’s like how you have to strain your eyes to look at something but the moment you stop straining, the thing you’re looking at becomes blurred. From this metaphor just take the idea of blur and clear, not the straining and un-straining.
Then accidentally, I looked back at the problems that I had that had turned into the fog and in their place, I found practical well-thought out solutions. That was like adding insult to injury. Problems that I had been wrangling with for weeks suddenly had a solution.
It obviously struck me as something that I needed to find more about. As weird as it was, it felt extremely good and extremely right and those are the closest words I can find.
I have had a lot of time to contemplate on this experience and I have tried a lot of times to recreate that experience but haven’t succeeded so far. I need patterns, mental models and metaphors that could help me understand. I need to learn, I need to know.
One of the first things that I thought afterwards was that it isn’t possible that this experience wasn’t natural and it wasn’t possible that I was the first human being to have this experience. I started looking for others who have claimed to have such experiences and have started exploring and trying to understand this better intellectually.
This experience also brought about a lot of psychological, emotional and physical changes that aren’t as dramatic and I don’t think I have become a better human being.
I really can’t explain how but this experience also involved the feeling of oneness. I have no words or concepts that can even begin to describe it. I don’t want to use the words happiness, love, positivity, bliss, peace etc because even though they’re close, they’re not it. Oneness is the closest but that one is so loaded with religious and spiritual metaphors that have been used to exploit and control that I’d like to clarify that it’s not exactly that either.
One thing that I did realise was that all this happened when I stopped asking Why of my experience and started asking What. The moment I started paying attention to what was rather than trying to ask why was it happening. It was accidental and it happened in spite of all my efforts rather than because of but in that brief experience, I stopped reacting and only observed. In that brief experience, for the first time in my life, I really looked at myself. In spite of it being crazy and a bit painful afterwards, it was awesome. For the first time in my life, I’m experiencing hope and confidence and some sort of genuine peace. For the first time in my life, I have honestly felt alive. For the first time in my life, I can look back at my experience of depression. Back.
Is it gone? No. The overwhelming sense of doom is still there. The discomfort with life is still there. I still get angry, annoyed and mean. However, in a very unclear hazy way, I’m not suffering as much. I smile more. I feel more love than all the other emotions and all the other emotions don’t bother me as much as they did. I have not cried in months, nor have I turned into a sac of sorriness. The why doesn’t go anywhere and the what isn’t easy.
My body used to be tense all the time and my shoulders would always be raised. This would happen unconsciously (I’m not sure what this word means anymore) and only when I paid conscious attention was I able to relax them. They have stayed relaxed since that experience. Instead of general dread interspersed with moments of calm, my general experience is calmness with frequent moments of dread.
The fear is as strong as it were but it isn’t causing a lot of trouble. I’m not sure if this makes sense but I can experience it like I experienced stress before.
My addictions have gone nowhere. I still smoke.
I’m still trying to understand this but now I don’t have to take a leap of faith, I have evidence of my direct experience and with the help of teachers, I will improve my vision. I don’t know what to look at and the questions to ask but I did find help and found people that help me in the enquiry of what is this experience and who I am.
One last observation that I wanted to share was that this is extremely strange and when you discover that it isn’t, it is extremely wonderful. It’s like holding the ocean in your hand, it’s not the ocean but it is still something. I still can’t see the ocean but I have touched the water, felt its coolness. I know I’m standing right inside it. They say that I am it or it is me. I’m going to find out.