In December of 2014, I received a call from my best friend from college. She had just met a young lady in San Francisco who introduced her to an amazing new technology, the Lucia N°03 (A hypnagogic light and meditation appliance). She spent the next one and a half hours detailing her 45 minute experience. She attempted to share what her experience was like: What she saw, heard, felt, and numerous attempts to explain what she encountered. It lead her to a peaceful loss for words.
As she was concluding her call, she said, “I think if I were to do this once a month, I’d flat be a better person.” That stopped me dead in my tracks. She is one of the most amazing women I’ve ever known. I was intrigued to the point of looking at airfares to fly over a thousand miles to try it myself. This may not sound like much to many of you, but I swore off non-mandatory air travel years ago and those close to me know how adamant I have been about it. To my surprise, I found myself flying from Austin, TX to Boulder, CO about two weeks later to meet up with my guide to the light. Allison turned out to be a delightful young lady who I readily identified with. She made me feel at home, bought me breakfast, drove me back to her office, made me herbal tea, and answered lots of questions I had about this amazing technology. Then, it was time.
I put on headphones and positioned myself comfortably on her couch, under a light that looks something like this:
As she was concluding her call, she said, “I think if I were to do this once a month, I’d flat be a better person.” That stopped me dead in my tracks. She is one of the most amazing women I’ve ever known. I was intrigued to the point of looking at airfares to fly over a thousand miles to try it myself. This may not sound like much to many of you, but I swore off non-mandatory air travel years ago and those close to me know how adamant I have been about it. To my surprise, I found myself flying from Austin, TX to Boulder, CO about two weeks later to meet up with my guide to the light. Allison turned out to be a delightful young lady who I readily identified with. She made me feel at home, bought me breakfast, drove me back to her office, made me herbal tea, and answered lots of questions I had about this amazing technology. Then, it was time.
I put on headphones and positioned myself comfortably on her couch, under a light that looks something like this:
Even after being told detail after detail of my friend’s experience, having all of my questions answered by my guide, and thinking I knew what I might experience, I still really had no idea what I was about to experience.
She had me put on headphones and let me choose from numerous music selections. For my experience, she suggested (and I chose) Hang Massive, a magnificent hand pan duo. I closed my eyes, leaned back, and took a few deep breaths. When the Lucia light came on, I was surprised how quickly I felt a sense of calm wash over me. At first, it felt as if I was sunbathing on a beach, with the the temperature, the wind, and the trajectory of the sun all in perfect synch. Then, the images came. Wow!!! The first ones appeared as small, concentric circles of lines of dots that created bursts of red and blue on a white background that emanated from the center, spun on their axes, and then began to dance in synch with the music. I had never experienced synesthesia to this extent before.
For me, the most challenging aspect of entering this realm of altered states reminds me a great deal of the toughest part of meditation for me: quieting my analytical mind and allowing myself to be an observer.
As I began to relax into the experience, the patterns became more complex and began to fractalize. Their movements continued to mingle and dance with the music. Suddenly, I was launched into a field of violet and stars with an unexpected quality of vastness. The music faded after a bit, I took several deep breaths and opened my eyes.
For me, the most challenging aspect of entering this realm of altered states reminds me a great deal of the toughest part of meditation for me: quieting my analytical mind and allowing myself to be an observer.
As I began to relax into the experience, the patterns became more complex and began to fractalize. Their movements continued to mingle and dance with the music. Suddenly, I was launched into a field of violet and stars with an unexpected quality of vastness. The music faded after a bit, I took several deep breaths and opened my eyes.
The first words out of my mouth after this amazing altered state were, “My father has to try this!”. — Not what I expected to say after experiencing such a beautiful, colorful, insightful, psychedelic journey.
I was instantly intrigued by what I just experienced and impressed how there had been no mental confusion; I maintained total lucidity the entire time. My mind was racing with anticipation and more questions. I thought that a direct experience would answer a great deal of questions percolating and forming in my grey matter.
I tried two more short (4-6 minute) “taster” sessions; each more intriguing that the last. After gushing for a few minutes about the “samples” I had just experienced, it was time for the main attraction. Much calmer than when I came in, I took a few more sips of tea and settled back into the most comfortable position I could assume. I began the same breathwork I do before my intentional deep meditation work.
20ish minutes later, I am retrieved from the stars with a soft voice saying, “Welcome back!” I felt as if I had been meditating for hours and felt refreshed and renewed. My experience is almost indescribable, but I will do my best.
I found myself flying through stars and navigating between intensely colorful sacred geometry and vortices that would form and disintegrate before me. The fractals, geometry, colors, music, and sensations of leaving my body behind in favor of a starship were intense, comforting, exciting, insightful and a good preparation for my next journeys. In retrospect, I think I would have preferred to have spread my first journeys over a span of time longer than two days so that I might have additional time to integrate each experience more fully before having the next.
Each session I experienced brought me greater understanding of myself and my relationship to my family, friends, community, and universe. I felt calmer and more centered than I had in many years and had an increased sense of well-being that seemed impenetrable. I could finally understand why it was so difficult for my friend to try to explain this experience over the phone that night.
When I finished my last session, we quickly packed my luggage into her travel camper and headed toward the airport. We were cutting it close, but I would likely be able to dutifully opt out and still make my flight with enough time to comfortably board. As we got within a few exits of the airport, I felt the unmistakable smooshey slight swerving of the back end of her vehicle that indicated we weren’t slipping on ice and snow, but that we had a flat tire. We looked in every compartment and in every corner, but there was no spare to be found. She called to arrange for assistance; I hugged my newly found Light-sister, and we said a quick goodbye. The walk seemed much longer because of the snow that quickly chilled my feet, ankles, and shins as I carried one piece of luggage on my shoulder and another dangling just above the snow. I became aware how much I was enjoying my adventure and how little any of the inconveniences and obstacles seemed to impact me.
I walked less than 15 minutes before a cab, of all things, pulled over to assist me. A Nigerian gentleman asked if I was heading to the airport and, upon my acknowledgement of that fact, yanked me into the cab as he encouraged me: “Hurry, hurry. We are running late.”. He introduced me to the cab driver who had argued, but obeyed as his fare demanded he pull over to pick me up. The fare said, “I can’t believe people were driving past you. We agreed it would be the right thing to stop.” He felt it important enough to help me that he jeopardized missing his flight. I happily and dutifully paid the fare for the cab, tipped around 100% for the generosity I had been granted, and thanked them as loudly and exuberantly as I could as I ran toward security screening for my flight back.
Although I was pretty certain I was going to miss my flight, I was unusually calm. As it turns out, my flight was delayed by over an hour due to the heavy snow and winds. I was able to check my bags, calmly traverse security, and stop to get a snack.
I sent texts messages to my sweetheart, a number of my friends, and my father to let them know of the amazing Lucid Light and how strongly I felt compelled to find a way to manifest the funds so that I might bring it back to my community.
When I arrived home, I was greeted by my loudly crying 18-month-old and was startled that the neurologic alarms that are typically activated within me at the sound of my daughter crying were quieted. I found myself generally unperturbed by anything or anyone, including Austin traffic, for about 2 weeks following my first sessions.
By March, we received our hypnagogic light and formed Lucid Light LLC to provide access, information, and sales of the Lucia N°03. We agreed we would keep our introductory pricing until August 1 of this year to allow as many people as possible to try it.
This is the very first poster I created to let people know about it (I'm pretty proud of it):
I was instantly intrigued by what I just experienced and impressed how there had been no mental confusion; I maintained total lucidity the entire time. My mind was racing with anticipation and more questions. I thought that a direct experience would answer a great deal of questions percolating and forming in my grey matter.
I tried two more short (4-6 minute) “taster” sessions; each more intriguing that the last. After gushing for a few minutes about the “samples” I had just experienced, it was time for the main attraction. Much calmer than when I came in, I took a few more sips of tea and settled back into the most comfortable position I could assume. I began the same breathwork I do before my intentional deep meditation work.
20ish minutes later, I am retrieved from the stars with a soft voice saying, “Welcome back!” I felt as if I had been meditating for hours and felt refreshed and renewed. My experience is almost indescribable, but I will do my best.
I found myself flying through stars and navigating between intensely colorful sacred geometry and vortices that would form and disintegrate before me. The fractals, geometry, colors, music, and sensations of leaving my body behind in favor of a starship were intense, comforting, exciting, insightful and a good preparation for my next journeys. In retrospect, I think I would have preferred to have spread my first journeys over a span of time longer than two days so that I might have additional time to integrate each experience more fully before having the next.
Each session I experienced brought me greater understanding of myself and my relationship to my family, friends, community, and universe. I felt calmer and more centered than I had in many years and had an increased sense of well-being that seemed impenetrable. I could finally understand why it was so difficult for my friend to try to explain this experience over the phone that night.
When I finished my last session, we quickly packed my luggage into her travel camper and headed toward the airport. We were cutting it close, but I would likely be able to dutifully opt out and still make my flight with enough time to comfortably board. As we got within a few exits of the airport, I felt the unmistakable smooshey slight swerving of the back end of her vehicle that indicated we weren’t slipping on ice and snow, but that we had a flat tire. We looked in every compartment and in every corner, but there was no spare to be found. She called to arrange for assistance; I hugged my newly found Light-sister, and we said a quick goodbye. The walk seemed much longer because of the snow that quickly chilled my feet, ankles, and shins as I carried one piece of luggage on my shoulder and another dangling just above the snow. I became aware how much I was enjoying my adventure and how little any of the inconveniences and obstacles seemed to impact me.
I walked less than 15 minutes before a cab, of all things, pulled over to assist me. A Nigerian gentleman asked if I was heading to the airport and, upon my acknowledgement of that fact, yanked me into the cab as he encouraged me: “Hurry, hurry. We are running late.”. He introduced me to the cab driver who had argued, but obeyed as his fare demanded he pull over to pick me up. The fare said, “I can’t believe people were driving past you. We agreed it would be the right thing to stop.” He felt it important enough to help me that he jeopardized missing his flight. I happily and dutifully paid the fare for the cab, tipped around 100% for the generosity I had been granted, and thanked them as loudly and exuberantly as I could as I ran toward security screening for my flight back.
Although I was pretty certain I was going to miss my flight, I was unusually calm. As it turns out, my flight was delayed by over an hour due to the heavy snow and winds. I was able to check my bags, calmly traverse security, and stop to get a snack.
I sent texts messages to my sweetheart, a number of my friends, and my father to let them know of the amazing Lucid Light and how strongly I felt compelled to find a way to manifest the funds so that I might bring it back to my community.
When I arrived home, I was greeted by my loudly crying 18-month-old and was startled that the neurologic alarms that are typically activated within me at the sound of my daughter crying were quieted. I found myself generally unperturbed by anything or anyone, including Austin traffic, for about 2 weeks following my first sessions.
By March, we received our hypnagogic light and formed Lucid Light LLC to provide access, information, and sales of the Lucia N°03. We agreed we would keep our introductory pricing until August 1 of this year to allow as many people as possible to try it.
This is the very first poster I created to let people know about it (I'm pretty proud of it):
Now we spend our days sharing the Lucid Light with people from here in Austin; throughout Texas, the United States, Mexico, Argentina, Spain, Germany, the United Kingdom, and numerous other countries. We look forward to sharing more of our adventures, experiences, and insights as we encounter them.
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