I’ve got to admit prior to my first floating session I was quite excited for the experience. I went in with the intention that I was going to have one of my best meditation sessions to date. Idealistically, I thought I would have this mind-blowing life altering epiphany from the whole experience. Welp, I guess in hindsight I got just that but not in the way I intended!
I arrived to the appointment early and eager to get started. After signing a waiver form agreeing that I would not sue the company I was then escorted to my private room. The room was lovely and had a nice calming zen feel to it. I shut and locked my door then laid out all my “goodies”. The night prior I had packed a bag full of essential oils, coconut oil, avocado oil, crystals, a portable speaker and some other unmentionables. Let’s just say I was very prepared.
My initial thought as I sunk down into the pod was that the water didn’t feel like 95°F (35°C). Little did I know things were just about to heat up. The first ten minutes were pretty relaxing. They played a serene ocean wave audio track to ease me into the session. Ironically, I spent the first four minutes fidgeting with the ambient light setting and the spaghetti noodle for neck support. I spent another three minutes trying to prevent myself from bumping into the walls back and forth like a ping pong machine.
Aww finally, stillness. After my ten minute warm up I was feeling relaxed and very comfortable. I began focusing on my breathing and then slowly drifted off into my meditation. All was well. Until…
Some ten minutes had passed by when I started to feel this sensation in my body. Was this my kundalini experience!! Not exactly. I was starting to feel flushed and the sound of my heartrate was amplified. I was feeling the onset of dizziness and nausea take me under. My mind felt distorted and expansive. I opened my eyes and couldn’t place whether the ceiling of the pod was 3ft in front of me or 5ft in front of me. I lost perception. I found myself floating naked in the pod, watching as the ambient light changed from deep red, peach, yellow, green, blue, purple then white. I lied there in a delirious state of mind until I could no longer bear the heat anymore. Gently, I managed to slouch up so I could reach the handle to the pod and let in some cool air; keeping in mind to be careful not to make sudden moves since I was already quite queasy.
I sunk back down into the half-opened pod, hoping that maybe the cool air would ease my symptoms. Again, I tried to nestle back into mediation with high hopes that I could focus now. Mind over matter, I thought. I should have quit while I was ahead. I continued on for a few minutes but my lightheadedness was worsening and there was no way I could concentrate in that kind of condition. I tossed the idea around of quitting the session early until finally I had no choice but to follow my gut feeling, literally. I got out the pod and immediately tip-toed over to the dark shower stall on the other side of my room. Thank goodness it had a shower bench built into the stall which was helpful in my time of disorientation.
To conclude, I think the shower was my favorite part of the whole experience…well the tea they provided at the end was pretty nice too! Overall, I didn’t have the meditative breakthrough I would have wished for but I’m glad I tried the float tank out. I’m not eager to give it another shot but I don’t think I would entirely rule it out. Let me know what your thoughts are on float tanks. Have you had an experience similar or different than mine?