Acu-What?!

Acupuncture. It's like this centuries old Chinese deal where they stick needles in your body and it makes you feel better. Supposedly it works on everything including, physical, mental and emotional problems, whatever ails you. At least that's what the buzz is all about.

GTFOH !!......

I know, right? That was my initial reaction too.

And then I tried it.

It is routine to receive these treatments while lying flat in a dimly lit room with soft spacey music playing in the background. This meditative atmosphere is conducive to a deep relaxation which I assumed was the reason for any therapeutic value received.

The experience was unexpected and initially disconcerting. But that quickly turned into a sense of calm, lightness, and space. These words do not adequately capture the sensation. My mind seemed to have an enhanced comprehension of my thoughts.

When it was over, I could not grasp what happened to my body/mind. When leaving the studio it physically felt like my body was walking through thin cotton suspended in air. I am determined to find out how and why.

Another curiosity has occurred since these acupuncture sessions. I was walking in McKinley Park and out of nowhere, triggered by the sight of a small pebble in the grass, I got an intense physical rush of well-being and joy. WTF is going on?? This is not normal. Or at least hasn't been for me.
 

This concludes my report. If you must have more precise details, keep scrolling way down...

But as is my tendency to never leave well enough alone, I found this informative guide to all the acupuncture points....

which got me to thinking...   Why don't I stick the needles in myself? 

It would be my  "Acupuncture on Demand"----"Do-It-Yourself" project!

What could go wrong?

more details of the "journey"...

I went into a type of altered state of consciousness similar to my drug induced states of a few decades ago. It wasn't the bright sparkly firework colors, or the cat face of that human being, or the street curb morphing into a fluid lizard, none of those fun freaky things.

Once my consciousness felt the release from my body, it expanded outward. There was a sense of safety and peace. It felt like my vision and understanding could reach everything. This must be how angels are if they exist at all. 

For instance...

I could concentrate on the sadness of the background music. I heard the different tones of the minor chord being played and how each note brings its unique part of the “sadness” to bear. I felt the “texture” of sadness, not the musical theory of sadness sound.

I thought about the wonder of inhabiting this molecular physical body through which “I” “me” “manuel” alone experiences the rest of the inner and outer universe at this particular moment. Extrapolating outward, everyone else is just like me only in different forms/bodies. We are all doing the same thing in our own unique way. That made me cry, can't say why.

Can we be human and feel divine simultaneously? 

I want to tell the world!

About now, I can assume someone is calling authorities demanding a wellness check on me, but I can keep going. However, hard as I try, words only diminish and constrict everything.