Meditations are deeper. Oftentimes I am in a place which is so still that my next breath can snap me right back out. I meditate an hour each morning. Sometimes it will go slow and sometimes it will go fast. Then there are the times when there was NO sense of time. It did not go fast, it was just over. Those are profound experiences for me because it gives me a sense of just being or the experience of isness.

Witnessing is a little more evident. It seems to come in parts or segments. When I look at my arms they don’t seem to be mine but are operating independently of who I think I am. I can also be walking down the street and wonder who is doing the driving because I feel like I am a passenger. Actualy there is no I, there is just the experience of moving.

All of these experiences bring with them a sense of joy. Unfortunately, when I notice joy it goes away, probably because the I is back. I am hoping that as time goes on these experiences will continue and they will be accompanied by a sense of joy that does not go away. Only time will tell.