About twenty years ago I was working in a national recruiting position that required me to utilize commercial airlines on a weekly basis. After several hairy and frightening flights, I started to feel I was using up my good karma for flying. I began to experience small and then heart palpitating panic attacks at the mere thought of getting back on another plane.
This wasn’t going to be good for my career.
I visited a Reiki healer in South Carolina on a whim and she gave me some of the best advice I think I have ever received. I have followed the same method every time I have flown on a plane, or been in a frightening situation, since that day and what I do works magic for me.
It wasn’t until recently that I made the connection that perhaps what I’m doing is actually obtaining the state people try to reach with meditation. I have never really thought about it like that. In fact, I have never shared this with anyone, but my husband, in the twenty years I’ve been doing it, until today.
I’m not someone that steeps myself in the mystic or anything spiritual. I am more of a logic based individual. So for this to be something I absolutely swear by, you know it has got to have some teeth.
I will try to describe to you what I do and how it feels when I’m doing it.
After I find my assigned seat on the plane and have stowed my bags and buckled up, I close my eyes and lean my head back. I concentrate on my breathing and my heartbeat and just try to relax while the plane finishes boarding. I want to almost be there, in my perfect place, before the plane starts to taxi down the runway because what I hate most about flying isn’t landing, it’s takeoff.
If my husband is flying with me I usually hold his hand.
I relax everything. I do not grip the armrest, or clench my teeth, or squeeze my eyes shut. I consciously remain as calm on the outside as I am striving to be on the inside.
And then I start saying my mantra in my head.
“I am surrounded by white light.
White light is all around me.
The light is warm.
I can see the white light all around me.
I can feel the white light all around me.
The white light holds me.
The white light holds me.”
By the time that plane taxis, I am totally at peace. I can even “look” through the place my mythical third eye would be and I see warm, serene white light. Nothing can break my focus. Nothing can touch me.
Sometimes I will drift off to sleep, but most of the time I remain in a calmed state for the entire flight, completely aware of everything around me.
I am not sure if this is a state yogis reach in meditation, or not. I just know that it has worked for me for many years and I have even improved the speed of reaching that state over time.
I can tell you, it is one of the safest, most serene places I have ever been in my life, and it’s all right there, right inside of my own head, anytime I need to be there.
I bet you have a place like that too.