What a weird experience.
My friend and I headed up to Venice beach for our excursion. I’ll start off by saying I had a couple of things that were not in my favor. It was a freezing cold day, so I went into this whole thing already freezing. I was also kind of fighting getting sick, so not feeling too well.
When we first arrived the guy who I believe owns the tanks was there with his sunglassess on, even though it was dark. He was pretty funny. Talking about how it’s good to try new things, but not jumping off of plane – he would never do that. I asked if he had done the tank many times. “What are you crazy? me? no!” and then started laughing. His assistant, or maybe his son was sweeping up some sand while the tanks cleaned. He had us read and sign some stuff about the cleaning process of the tank. Then as we saw minutes pass by he started to tell us that they’re never on time “that’s our motto!” He explained how to put on ear plugs to prevent the salt from staying inside your ear, yet when we couldn’t get them in all the way he said they didn’t help anyway.
We each had our own room, in which you have a shower. They ask that you shower before you enter the tank. I will admit I was afraid I would feel claustrophobic, but the tank is HUGE. It looks like a money safe, but a few feet taller than the average person, and just as long. About 5 feet wide. The cold factor affected me as I got in. The hot shower didn’t help warm me up and the salt water in the tank is luke warm.
The rest was just strange, getting used to floating, every time you breathed you would float up higher. Your arms/shoulders felt heavy with the pull, so you have to move around and figure out what is comfortable. I finally got comfortable by putting my head back so far my eyes were almost submerged. You start seeing things and imagining sounds or other things. After I don’t know how many minutes I realized I didn’t know what to think about anymore. This is when me getting sick didn’t help. I decided to focus on my breathing, the way I do when I mediate normally, but it was hard to breathe.
I jolted out of something a couple times, and it’s hard to say what it was. All in all, it was a good first experience. I have a better feel for what to expect now. From my research it takes a few times to feel comfortable, so I am looking forward to going back and exploring my mind more (on a warm day).
Afterwards we continued on our hippie journey and ate at Cafe Gratitude with a couple of friends. If you’ve never been here, everything on the menu is named something like “I am beautiful” or “I am humble.” When you tell your server what you want he/she repeats it back to you “you are humble.”
I am grateful…