The Space In-between Thoughts.
My eyes are closed. My senses restrained with Will.
I repeat my Mantras, my Right Thoughts & Intentions, my Magic Words.
Repeating the Passages help build piers, towering over the torrent of Thought that rise like the tide on the beach, wave after inevitable wave.
Once the Gap is achieved, thoughts occasionally zip through, some hover and beg attention. All will be dismissed. Because all will be there when I get back. I am not Here Now.
I am in the Gap.
I don't have visions. Besides random stray thoughts.
It's a supramundane experience. There are no hallucinations. No spirit animal to guide.
It's about Observing... and Distancing One's Self from the Personal Self to adjoin the Bird's Eye View of One's own Life's Stage.
It's about slowing down. Which is the hardest thing to do.
When the body achieves a stillness, the Mind is still racing.
From the Gap, it's nice & quiet. A respite.
I Never Really Leave the Gap. I kinda rejoin myself there.
From here in the Gap, I can make better Choices. Instead of being a ball of pre-conditioned reflexes.