First, I must apologise if a thread like this exists (I am too lazy to go and search for it)…
I am interested to read about people’s first experiences or ‘glimpses of the unseen’ that started them on the path of Yoga.
I have always been very inquisitive and always looked into things far beyond what is generally perceived…I think I was just a very bored kid. lol
Anyway…It happened when I was 16 years old.
My grandmother (who I was very close to) had just passed away and I was in a period of mourning. It also happened the same week I was to be a bridesmaid at my aunt’s wedding.
I really didn’t feel like being a bridesmaid, but everybody kept telling me ‘life goes on’ and ‘it’s what your grandmother would have wanted’…so I reluctantly decided to go through with it.
It was the day of the wedding and the weather was lousy…it was overcast and raining and I was in the hairdressing salon getting my hair done…
The hairdresser just put curlers in my hair and applied the ‘setting gel’…then she asked if I would like a cup of tea. I said ‘yes’.
She went away for a very long time and I looked around the salon…I was the only one in there…
I was sitting in front of a large mirror and there was another large mirror behind me. I moved my chair backwards until I was equidistant between both mirrors.
I noticed that I was reflected in one mirror and that reflection was also reflected in the other mirror which was reflected back into the first mirror…and on and on this went…I looked deep into the reflections and all the subsequent reflections, trying to define a point where I would lose ‘focus’ (and wondering how many times reflections could actually be ‘reflected’). lol
Then, I heard/felt this huge ‘crack’ in my head and the salon was filled with light…the sun was streaming through the salon windows (on an overcast day)…I was aware of my grandmother with me and being at peace…I had never felt so much joy and happiness in my life…
I ‘woke up’ in the doctor’s surgery next door and was told that I had passed out due to ‘stress’…
My mother said that I didn’t have to go through with being a bridesmaid at the wedding if I didn’t want to…I replied with: “I would love to. It would be an honour”…people were wondering what ‘got into me’…if they only knew.
I have always remembered this and look back on it when I get spiritually discouraged.
I have had a few experiences since then, but none as vivid or defining.