zero gravity.
I went to Great America about ten years ago. The day was memorable because of a specific ride called Zero Gravity. To the on looker it resembles a massive sling shot that doesn't actually release you into the abyss. The ride that day would be significant, at the time I had no idea. Like most amusement park rides the 'ride' begins before 'the ride begins' with the anticipation of the big drop or impending plummet. Melting into your seat after a massive adrenaline rush that will simmer into a drunken adrenaline haze and an eventual return of all vital signs to normal as you are no longer in danger....Returned to safety now. Clearly it is time to go again!
This ride, for me, was different. The ride shot me straight up into the sky. For a couple of moments, suspended in mid-air before the free fall. Time was still. Everything stopped. Weightlessness. Silence. Actually, it was not complete silence, it was something more. I could feel wind and hear an absence of noise at the same time. Wind. No sound. Calm. Peace. Serene. Tranquil. The ride vacuumed me backwards...all I could think was I want to feel 'that' again! HOW DO I GET BACK THERE? How?
It couldn't have been more than 5 seconds of bliss but it felt so incredible that I will never forget the sensations experienced. Thank you Zero Gravity for the glimpse. You see, I had forgotten these sensations. I am eternally grateful for the opportunity to remember. And so it is time to remember....
I couldn't have been more than 7 or 8 years old, maybe younger. I remember sneaking up on my Dad, who was on the couch in the parlor, with his eyes closed. 'What are you doing Dad?' And the answer back was rushed and a bit mumbled, 'Meditating Andrea.' I watched for a while and persisted in wiggling around and making sufficient noise to wake my Dad from what looked to me like a nap. The 'Rib Tickler,' ensued promptly following ❤️. For many years I recall teasing, using the term 'meditate' as synonymous and interchangeable with aka/wink wink 'nap.' Officially sending gratitude to my Dad for the introduction to meditation and planting a seed in my consciousness that would grow to mean so much to me. Eternal gratitude, Dad....eternal gratitude and grace.
The very 1st time I ever meditated was in a psychic development class a couple of years ago. While my eyes were closed I experienced what I would call a kaleidoscope of color. Deep Purple fading in and out. Majestic purple. It felt to me like I was watching this majestic purple being displayed on the inside of my forehead. It was so extraordinarily beautiful that tears flowed from my eyes. I apologized to the group of complete strangers for my tears. They were all so kind, supportive and genuinely interested in the sharing of the experience. Needless to say it was a positive experience, something life changing. I cherish everything about what happened that day. I began to feel a sense of community, something felt familiar but yet profoundly unique.
If you told me I could never meditate again, it would be like you were telling me I could no longer breathe. I would cease to know and reach into the most beautiful parts in my being. It would be like severing a hotline to universal magic custom made for me. If it is not already perfectly clear.....I strongly recommend giving meditation a try.
Message from Unia;
Give us your cares and your worries and we shall give you the stars. Do you remember Zero Gravity? We were with you. That experience was actually one significant step in your journey. You felt the freedom from the weighted burden. You felt peace. No cares. Silence in the presence of sound. You could not identify it then but you began to awaken after this physical sensation and peace was felt if only for a brief period. All the surprises along the journey always in preparation leading to this very moment. Everything is preparation. Believing before seeing. Believe. Believe. Believe. And it is already done.
