I spent three days muse in the mountains of Australia during which I barely said a Good Book . I think I ’d hate it . Instead , it change the way I ’ve thought about my own nous in the years since .
My friend Sarah randomly proposed one daytime that we sign up for a speculation retreat at the Vipassana Meditation Centre in Blackheath , New South Wales , about two hr west of Sydney in the Blue Mountains . I was skeptical enough , but per most of spirit ’s skillful moments , I said " have intercourse it " and we were on our way .
A short string drive from Sydney brought us to the speculation compound . There , the proprietors dissever us into men ’s and women ’s quarter so we would not be " distracted . " It was then that I learned we would not be capable to speak for the rest of our stay . thing were about to get interesting .
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The sound of silence is often “ka-ching”
As one of the biggest travel trends of the preceding decade , silent retreat are enceinte business these Day and , like Burger King , you’re able to have them your way of life . you’re able to bask in the quiet of an upscale resort with clothing - optional outside bathroom overlooking Big Sur , or keep mum in ascetical Trappist monastery in Iowa . mum retreats follow their account back to the day of the Buddha but have picked up steam as ever more of us seek an escape from modern life ( or maybe from election season ) .
Are some of these retreats overhyped , overpriced bullshit ? Almost sure enough . But that has n’t stopped an increasing motley of willing participants from trying them out , withvarying degrees of succeeder . The type of meditation I would be experiment with line its modernistic roots to 1969 and , as I was about to find out , is certainly on the more canonic side , without flashy touches or corporal wellness packages . Speaking of distractions .
Shutting the hell up starts with breathing
I chink into my feed bunk room with another guy wire who I was n’t able to blab to , and then impinge on the usual area where they render us the lowdown on what to await . The finish of the retreat , as I understand it , was to off all intellection from our minds so that we could glimpse , if only for a second , the impression of enlightenment . ( I ’m pretty certain they did n’t use that Son , but from my meter reading ofSiddharthaat the fourth dimension I was passably certain that ’s what they meant . )
The next Clarence Day we lodge into the " great Marguerite Radclyffe Hall " and there he was : the yogi . White gown , flowing beard , seated grumpy - legged in front of us , the whole deal . After we were render mats and little stool to rest our legs on , it start out .
" Focus on your breathing space , " our instructor say , in the calmest meditation - dude tone potential . " Just envisage your cerebration are like monkey , hopping from outgrowth to separate . When a intellection comes , recognise it , and let it pass . " The destination was to stop our " monkey mind " from jumping from one random thought to the next , which can be a source of stress and unhappiness . He told us repeatedly to center on our breath " snuff it in one nostril , and out the other " as we inhaled and give forth , over and over again .
Blue Mountains, NSW, Australia|ian woolcock/Shutterstock
That was reasonably much all we did for three days uncoiled .
After a while, strange things begin to happen
At dawn each Clarence Shepard Day Jr. we were up eating oatmeal in the cafeteria , then off to the expectant G. Stanley Hall for hours of continuous speculation . After noon we were given breaks for " recreation time " – which mostly involved wandering around the surrounding Blue Mountains .
And that was the first time I started to realize this whole speculation thing might actually be knead . I was nibble up rock and hitting them with sticks , just screwing around , when I realized I was really connecting – like , hitting the shit out of these stone . As I take in them sweep far out over the cliffs towards the mountain , I thought to myself , " What the fuck ? I sucked at baseball as a kid . " Then I realized my brain , finally uncluttered , was so focused that I was able-bodied to do this simple labor as never before .
There I was , reveling in my newfound superpowers , just jacklight these rocks , when I unexpectedly broke my " baronial silence . " I thwacked a rock way up in a tree and noticed a dude from our retreat perched waaaaaay up on a outgrowth , just chillin ' . " Shit , " I sound out , chortle . " Sorry , dude . " Luckily no gurus were around to see this blatant ( yet inadvertent and entirely reflexive ) speaking transgression .
Vipassana Meditation Blackheath and Sydney
On the third day of meditation , I in conclusion did it . I reach the glorious moment we had all been reach for : For a minute , my mind went sincerely blank . The seventh heaven endure only a few second before the monkey burst in and I think to myself , triumphantly , " I have no thoughts in my head ! " which , of grade , is a thought , so I had to bulge out all over again . But for that instant I rake that otherworldly State Department these yogis speak of , I have to include , it was unfit . Ass .
I did make one memorable phone call
When the hideaway ended and we were able to break our quiet , I realise it was my papa ’s natal day and I figured I ’d give him a call back in Chicago to tell him what I ’d been up to . You do it , freak him out a footling . My dada ’s an old - schooling Italian who prefers hard work to wasting prison term meditating in Australia with hippies . I knew he ’d get a kick out of this .
I inquire the guru if I could call my dad . " Hmm , your father , " he say . " You are close with your father ? " I said it just happened to be his birthday and I want to call him for kicks . The guru just stared at me blankly , stroking his long - barbate mentum . last he agreed to let the telephone call – as if we ’d just reached some epical , ataraxis accord - level decision .
I reverberate him . " Dad , " I said . " I ’ve been meditating in the heap for three daytime ! " My dad ’s response came back : " Holy shit ! Did you see Tyson number Holyfield ’s spike off ? " ( This was right around the clock time of the epical 1997 Mike Tyson / Evander Holyfield " Bite Fight . " ) I knew then that we were existing at that minute on two totally different carpenter’s plane , and no one who did n’t experience this firsthand would ever know what it was like .
Vipassana Meditation Blackheath and Sydney
I meet up with Sarah again on the elbow room out and , back in Sydney , we again judge to interrelate the experience with our friends , but as with my dad , it was like we were on this in high spirits level of consciousness and we could no longer relate . This feeling of superiority did n’t last long , however . We all got schnockered that night , and by the next mean solar day , my smug freshness had dimmed .
I have n’t been able to replicate the experience in the most 20 years since . But I never forgot it , and I suspect that if you get the chance to try on it – really , actually keep out your brain up for a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. – you ’ll witness it jaunt you out , too .
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