My first encounter with meditation was buying a book that supposedly was gonna help me to get me into that state where you sit still and no thoughts run through your head and you are all zen. I never finished reading it. I tried, I promise. I was also trying to sit and get those thoughts away, also didn’t happen.
Next was here and there at yoga classes when teachers would do a bit of a guided meditation before or after the class and I did notice that there is something in it. But the strongest one was in India where they taught us a practice of breathing, chanting and sitting still for 21 minutes and told us to do it for 48 days twice a day and then once a day for the rest of my life. I thought, ok, quite army like, but what can I loose from trying it out. And it did resonate, stick with me and showed me how we can really change & teach our body and mind to focus, to sit still and how it becomes in a way automatic, how it asks for the practice every day.
I did it as I was told and I noticed some benefits here and there and I loved having something that is sort of my time, my practice & my thing.
The real experience when I understood that meditation is THE REAL THING… was when I was told my brother had an accident and they didn’t confirm for the first 2 days that he’s going to survive.
That moment with all my knowledge and belief about the power of thought and focus I was doing the most difficult meditation in my life – every time the thought of the worst came in – I’d substitute it with a healing thought and sending all my energy to him to fight.
I was able to keep calm, as calm as one can be thousands of miles away from home and hopeless as one can be when there’s nothing else to do.