Vision of an Old Man

Yesterday, I was lying on the bed in my bedroom, staring at the ceiling, and practicing dis-identification with thought. Dis-identification with thought is a way to catch the run away train of thinking, and corral it for a little while.

As I was lying there staring at the ceiling, which had a lot of yellow light on it, a purple haze began to form. This is an interesting optical effect which happens when your eyes become oversaturated with a color, you perceive the complementary color of whatever has oversaturated your sight, in my case I saw purple which is the complementary of yellow. It looked like a shear purple gossamer cloth with dancing trans-substantial edges. After a few minutes the ceiling disappeared entirely, and I was staring into a fuzzy yellowish-gray field.

Then, when staring into the field, and with my mind no longer trying to force me to listen to words, I had a frightening vision which seemed very real. A giant head of an old bearded man with long light brown and gray streaked hair, its head was about 3 feet across, and took up my entire vision vertically, appeared and stuck a huge finger right into my face. This lasted about half a second, and then the room was back to normal.

I felt like the “place” that conjures up word thoughts became so frustrated with me not listening to it that it sent me an image.