I layed on the massage table, practicing shifting between Self and No Self. In no way due to something I was doing or was being done, I experienced a moment of ecstasy.
It wasn’t physical, like an orgasm.
It wasn’t a substance induced altered state of consciousness.
It wasn’t energetic. With my practice, I can gather energy, expand its flow and augment experiences.
This was a moment of ecstasy. A moment of joy so big it could not be contained. It burst forth from me to everyone. Timeless.
The massage therapist didn’t know it happened. There was no perceptible change in the physical world.
It may happen again. Or it won’t.
I won’t try to get it back. I don’t need to.
Now that I know ecstasy is within, it is simply true.