“I never realized how much my body effects my mind, and my expectations impede
experiences.” is what I thought to myself while leaving Float On, back in 2014. I had just spent
90 minutes in total darkness, hovering above 1,000 lbs of Epsom salt with ambient air and water
temperatures identical to the surface of my skin. It was such an intimate experience that I hoped
there was an exit through the back where I could slip off into reality, while continuing my inner
dialogue.
I went into my first float experience with an overwhelming array of expectations. I thought there
was potential it would induce a psychedelic trip, similar to hallucinogenic drugs, or it would be
reminiscent of floating in amniotic fluid as if I were back in the womb; maybe, claustrophobia
would set in and I would have to exit the tank prematurely?
However, it was neither a kaleidoscope of colorful, geometric patterns, a feeling of being reborn,
or the sort of panic you’d expect when being buried alive. It was a calming, meditative
experience, which felt akin to lucid dreaming while having a full body massage. It was as
interesting and engaging or as simple as I wanted it to be. It was just me, taking a trip of my
mind unaffected by the sensations of my body. I was no longer a slave to these sensations or my
expectations. This is a feeling I seek out several times a week, and has been a catalyst in the
development of my human potential.
Over 400 floats later, I realize no float is identical to the one that came before it, just as no day is
a carbon copy of the day before. The process becomes familiar and with thoughtful effort you
can improve, but to set any expectations is to set limitations.