I've Debated Writing About This...

All the more reason to do just that. Why now? Because I’m deeply disappointed.

Please allow me to kick some dirt out of the way as I lay down the welcome mat to this rabbit hole. In April of 2019, pre-pandemic, I was at a week-long, Dr. Joe Dispenza, meditation workshop in Mallorca, Spain. It was 3:30 a.m., about 1,000+ people from around the world were gathered together in an enormous white tent, set up just for our event. It made the strangest, sometimes creepy, sounds as the rain, thunder and wind assaulted it throughout the week. Sometimes it sounded like people were stomping on the flooring, running through the tent, but I’d open my eyes and nobody was doing anything. On this morning, we were there for a 4-hour meditation, for the purpose of activating our pineal glands.

For those who don’t know, the pineal gland is an endocrine gland. The little pine cone shaped gland, located in the epithalamus, near the center of the brain, between the two hemispheres, tucked in a groove where the two halves of the thalamus join. It does many things like producing melatonin to regulate sleep, and tend to the various functions of the central nervous system. It’s a power house. It’s the little red dot in this animation from Life Science Databases.

It’s commonly referred to as the ‘third eye.’ When conditions are just right, it’s capable of activating mystical experiences by producing the hallucinogen N,N-Dimethyltryptamine (our natural DMT.) And that’s where the entrance to this rabbit hole begins. I’ve never before or since, had an experience this extraordinary. I’ve had many other experiences, but this was different.

Back to the tent. We all had a chair and a space for laying down on the floor. Within about 30 minutes of the start of the meditation, I was still sitting in my chair, eyes closed, when I noticed what looked like stars rushing at me, or was I rushing through them? Like being duct taped to the nose of a rocket ship, they came at me fast, yet never got closer.

Dr. Joe instructed us to lay down. Keeping my focus, I quickly dropped to my sleeping bag, mesmerized by my current state and not wanting to think my way out of it.

I saw a huge, gassy edged, eye-shaped black hole to my right and thought, “I’ll go in there!” I actually passed through it. Suddenly, faces were rushing at me, old men, one bald one with a disturbing expression, I didn’t recognize any, nobody looked very happy, I didn’t acknowledge them, I just kept shooting forward. Suddenly, blue framed geometric shapes were coming at me, yet never touching me. They seemed familiar, like tools and structures, meanings and purposes that I should recognize and know how to use.

Then, I seemed to be grounded somewhere, but only conscious of my head, not my body, as I peeked out from the shadows behind a small building, in what resembled an old western town. It had a dirt road and facades of little storefronts down both sid