Propped against the sturdy Glastonbury Tor, I slowly unwrap myself
from a cocoon of a brief meditation on the top of this mystical hill in South West
England. I just about come out and drop back again. It’s gooey like hot caramel. My
body is trembling a little. A very earthy feeling comes, tinged with wind and
sounds all around.
A man giving a lecture about the Holy Grail, birds, bum is
cold against the stone, the foot gone to sleep, a choir of birds, a child
chirping in Russian, wind against my face, so happy I wore my hood, breath in
and out... It’s similar to the state when sleep is no more, but awakening has
not fully come yet. Similar, but enriched with hearing, feeling and being here
and now. I open my eyes, vibrant blue and green around. Something comes up from
inside, around solar plexus, up up up and hahahaha becomes a rolling laughter!
Out loud! Giggling and laughing, loud and not so loud! It just bursts out, I am
simply helping along by letting my body laugh. It feels so normal and natural
to laugh like that, with no apparent reason. Thanks to Osho, I can now allow
this joy to become a free laughter even though people around might be freaked
out by it.
Talking about freaked out – I’ve got audience! A thin man in
his sixties, piercing blue eyes, binoculars around his neck, is tucked against
the wind in the corner of the Tor next to me.
“May I ask what’s been happening to you?” he inquires as
soon as I look at him.
