Holotropic. . A while back on a sunny Sunday, I was stuck inside, injured and immobile, frustrated to say the least. Wondering if oxygen might help the healing, I started breathing, deep and full, and kept breathing that way, for a long while. Much more air than needed. What ended up happening was one of the more unique experiences of consciousness I can remember. Partly because it was so unexpected. At first alarming, then beautiful. Apparently, as I learned years later, it’s a thing. The term Holotropic was coined by psychiatrist Stanislav Grof, and his method, which i’d stumbled into proximity of, was developed in the 1970’s after LSD was made illegal. Humans have been breathing for a while, so I’m guessing he wasn’t the first. . One of the perceptual changes I experienced was feeling, (not really seeing, but sensing ) everything as tho made of vibrating particles. Like everything was made of sand, but in motion like the static on an old tv. The varying groups of particles held together by consciousness. I looked at my chair, that stout character, and marveled that I didn’t fall through to the floor. I thanked my cup for holding tea, laughed with the silver physio ball across the room, and cried when conversing with the injured part of my body. Then it was over, and I was laughing again, bemused and wondering what just happened.