First, let me help you envision this scenario. I lay on the rug, shoes off. Giulio, clad in harem pants and a beard you could braid, sat cross-legged, posture alert, on the floor next to me. Relaxing nature music hummed in the background.
Throughout the course of the session, he slowly placed his hands in strategic places on my body, starting with the head and ending with the feet. He often rubbed his hands together as if channeling energy through friction. For the first 10 minutes, I felt nothing. Well, actually, I felt like I was laying on my living room floor having someone place their palms on me... I was dwelling in the comfortable neurosis of my mind.
I wondered how long this thing would last. I wondered if I’d be a disappointment because I felt nothing. I wondered what I would eat for dinner.
Then something shifted. I began to feel incredibly relaxed. You know that feeling when you’re deep into a massage and you nod off into a half-asleep state? That’s how I felt. Except there was no massaging happening—strange. Soon I began to feel an intense pulsation throughout my entire body. I felt like I was being recharged and an electrical current was pulsing through me. The energy was strongest wherever he placed his hands and particularly intense on my feet. When he placed his hands on the soles of my feet I felt genuinely electric.
Before I knew it, an hour had passed. I opened my eyes and wondered, What the hell just happened?