Mystical Experiencer: Male in mid-seventies
Current location: U.S.A.
Age at time of experience: 59
It came about easily, as sort of a cheap trick. All I did was to start thinking in a pattern I’d come up with the night before, which sought to realize what David Bohm calls the rheomode, by eliminating the word “I” and changing the things I was saying to myself like “I’m having a cup of tea.” To verb-based ideations like “drinking tea.”
And I disappeared.
The regular “I” disappeared, and the center of awareness that was there simply said “experiencing” and experienced. Without any evaluation. Without any criticism, self or otherwise. Without deciding if it was good or bad.
This experience was not something that happened to the usual me. I wasn’t there. What was there was “that.” Tat. This One. I must tell you that I experienced enlightenment. Or rather that “I” disappeared into enlightenment. It wasn’t an accomplishment. It was an accident. I fell awake. I fell asleep again, too, and here I am, speaking about what can’t be put into words again.