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When Meditation Turns Orgasmic

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I look forward to my meditative sessions with quiet anticipation. I never know what would be the outcome but I enter that space with an open heart and a willing mind. I meditate twice a day, sometimes more depending on what I have going on or how Spirit moves me. Sessions are never long, 30 minutes, sometimes 40, 45, according to the experience that was set to be delivered to me. I sit on a chair or lie in my bed. I tried the on-the-floor-crossed-legged-Instagram pose but that did not work out too well. So I stay with what my physical body is comfortable with.

I have heard persons write that nothing happens when they meditate and I often wonder what they were expecting to happen. For me, sometimes ‘nothing’ happens and other times it culminates in one huge orgasmic bliss, too much for my mind and body to contain resulting in my being catapulted back into the present.

This morning was one of those. I felt it coming even before I sat down in my chair. It was already building up in my energy body and slowly coursing its way upwards. Usually, my mind takes a while to settle down, it sifts and sorts through plans and thoughts until it realizes that now is not the best time and place for its constant activity. But this morning it quickly relaxed and settled into the session.

Sometimes meditation feels like communing with an old friend,
And there are times when it feels like stern guidance from a teacher or guru,
Other times it simply connects me to the greater part of who I am,
On occasions, persons from the other side pay me a visit bringing messages or just to say hello.

And there are those times when it blisses me out, filling me with a sensation that is so orgasmic that I explode inside. I feel the reverberations in my entire being, coming like aftershocks after a tension releasing earthquake.

Remember, each time we sit to meditate and we feel that there is ‘nothing’, there is always something.

Perhaps the 'nothing' is preparing us to be able to accept the times when the ‘something’ is so wonderful that our physical bodies cannot handle it.

Accept the nothing, wait for the something.