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Wrapped in dancing lights

I see moving lights, they show up in my peripheral visual field and soon surround me. They are indescribably beautiful, oscillating, ephemeral ribbons of bright radiant light, in infinite variations of geometry and in prism colors that mutate endlessly. I can not help smiling when I perceive them floating by, undulating and rotating around me, as in a placid magical dance. As they flicker and vibrate they seem to be projected on a three dimensional screen, or on a separate layer placed over reality.

Being conscious of the experience does not interfere with awareness of my surroundings or with my rational thinking, I am merely a passive observer exerting no effort at all while I enjoy it wherever I may be, at home, in the park, in the metro or walking along a busy street.

This phenomena does not come from within, it arrives unannounced, is involuntary and can not be conjured up at will. Neither is it possible to dismiss or repress it, for it ends when it ends, it may last just a few seconds, sometimes minutes and occasionally it continues on and off for hours. By focusing attention on the experience, its intensity increases, while a distraction will make it fade into the background.

I have not found any identifiable sensory stimulant, the detonator seems to be emotional, it seems to happen when my mind is not engaged in deep thought, when my mood is rested, carefree and relaxed, in other words when I am centered in the now moment. In this intangible abstract ballet, the colors and shapes do not seem to represent anything real or mean anything at an intellectual level.

It is so far removed from rationality that the experience can not be adequately put into words, it is almost impossible to translate all its beauty and intensity into objective language. There is no fear or anxiety when it appears, I can say the sensation is a childlike sweetness and joyfulness, an overwhelming feeling of interconnectedness, of flowing in the river of life, a sense that “the universe is winking at me”. This is not an elaborate occurrence, it is real but quite simple, I do not get insights into deep and significant truths or understandings, it is not spiritual revelation or the illumination of the mystics, it is just a comforting sense of well-being, acceptance and pure love. More than anything else, I see the colors as a form of reassurance, a “yes you can” or “all is well” sort of message, from my unconscious, from spirit guides or perhaps a playful angel.

Is the universe winking? It doesn't really matter, whatever it is, feels good when it happens.

The wonderfully peaceful feeling I get when this happens seems to last a lot longer than the lights. It acts as a reminder of how limitless possibilities are, of how life seems to take care of itself and how we are all one. In case you are curious, I am healthy and mentally balanced, do not use prescribed drugs of any kind and have not used recreational drugs for over thirty years. And yes, I have had my share of "unusual experiences" such as déjà vu, clairvoyance, precognitive dreams or “perceiving” energies of people or places, probably more so than the general population, but I can not proclaim being a psychic.

The colors roaming and whizzing around are fun, I try not to analyze them or worry where they come from, if they have a purpose, if they can be interacted with or utilized in some way. Enjoying them is a treat and more than enough for me.

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