It feels a bit strange to write about my contemplative history openly, but I realize I enjoy and even benefit from all those I've read and I would like to give back. It also seems this great community is comfortable enough with these things, for me to be comfortable too. I'm not a native English speaker (nor writer) but I will have faith that the message will get through.
My first, early experience with meditation and eternity was not a pleasant one. Due to a family collapse I was left alone in a very distracting state, and when I should have been falling a sleep at night, fear and anxiety would have me in it's grip with no one around to comfort me. I new in my intuition that this was wrong, life was not suppose to be like this, and I wanted to start over. I also knew (i.e. believed) this was impossible (because time only moves forward) and that would force me to contemplate death, annihilation, eternity in space and time. But from a deeply distressed state. As soon as I would close my eyes the darkness would turn into eternity and I into nothingness and this would scare me into panic and was very unpleasant. I remember racing through space thinking I would not find my way back. So, I learned to meditate my mind by visualizing something (so that it wouldn't be completely dark) and then tune out the intensity of concentration enough to fall to sleep but not enough to fall into panic. I wish the simple idea of the jhanas would have fallen upon my mind back then. I was four or five years old.
Some time later I was basically keeping my mind in check most of the time, counting or thinking about certain things not to let my mind race. Still no pleasantness though, but I certainly enjoyed quietude and harmony where ever I found it, and could hardly stand the aggressive randomness of my peers.
I have no religious background at all, but read a book about Buddhism at the age of 19 but did not pick up anything about pleasant meditation. Some years later I started doing yoga and had my first ecstatic meditative experiences. I realized I could actually ask my heart things and get immediate responses but that was quickly followed by the realization that I have no questions to ask. I have not been curious since.
Around that time I got introduced to the GWV and Jhananandas clear teachings. But mostly, in the beginning, the claim of this guy to remain conscious during sleep. This was something else. I read most of the articles straight away but nut until a couple of years later had their truth grown upon me enough for me to buckle up and start practice what was written in a rigorous and serious way.
Besides the pull of the teachings, the primary driving force for me, besides the suffering and hardship of life, was the dark night of the soul. It has it's own pull and it's own transitions, that have been so clearly expound upon in the video series. I recognized this happening almost before I understood that the ecstasies were going on.
What happened was, as my practice and aspirations began to emerge, I felt a stronger disconnect (i didn't think that was possible) with careerish society and got more and more desperate, because I realized that life in the office wad growing unbearable. So I started working more and harder in order to grab a pile of money and then turn away and live the holy life. This, of course, failed miserably. But working more and more in a high concentration but calm occupation (software development) made me start develop bliss and joy so at least I would have a nice time. But that would put me in the first jhana and after a while my mind would go silent and I really couldn't start it up again. Peace at last, I'm not dropping this for anything.
But, from the perspective of the world I seemed to just drift away into depression or something. And when I was approached and interacted with I would truly sound miserable, desperate and lost. But I would be really happy when just left alone. I never was able to explain this to anybody. I would try to say something about my blissful inn life but It seemed like I was lying as the tears and pains of the night were reigning the outer part of my personality and life. Oh the ironies and contradictions...
Some time later, during meditation, I surrendered all my worldly aspirations, plans and wishes, all my dreams and relations and surrendered to the darkness. I would search out all graspings and aversions and face them and give them up, and relax all bodily tension I would find. I did not expect anything but after a while I saw a light. That talked to me and introduced it self with a biblical name. It came upon me and I felt held by God (the aura I suppose), I was struck by the light and then I got a visitation from Jesus Christ. I was lifted out of my body and somehow I came back. I cried of joy and my life has not been the same since. Very surprising. Very blissful. Lots as lots of powerful love. It turned out that the light actually do shine in the darkness...
The negotiating of my awakening has gone almost automatically since then. Life has become more pleasant in many ways, but I still just want to sit in silence most of the time and have a hard time being around people too much. I have had a couple more kundalini-experiences but mostly in my sleep, where I would wake up feeling like I almost had crushed my own teeth from the energy and my whole body would glow. That annihilation in white light had happened to me earlier as well, long before I knew what it was about.
Now a days I meditate at least the first and last thing of each day, as recommended, but the Jhanas are definitely deepened and clearer when I do more sessions and recalls during the day. I have a hard time reading or doing anything requiring stillness and concentration without drifting off into the bliss, which I mostly feel immediately upon closing my eyes. I still have lots of practice to do though, and need to develop the forth jhana more. I long for more of that intense energy. [more to come in next post]