On The Joys Of Meditation by FennSpiritCorner

Writer: FennSpiritCorner

Subject: On The Joys Of Meditation

Link: Tumblr / 26.08.2025

On The Joys Of Meditation

I’ve often wondered why so many people say meditation doesn’t work for them. Some people envied the spiritual experiences I had through it, so I encouraged them to try it too, because I’d love to compare experiences and inspire each other. Yet, they almost always complained that it felt unrewarding.

I spent years mulling it over. Do most people’s minds simply work differently? Or are they making excuses? It seemed so unfair. But today, while reflecting, I thought: maybe it was my mindset at the start that made the difference.

When I began, I didn’t believe in the occult at all. But I did know the placebo effect could have profound effects on well-being. I was depressed at the time, and discontent with the dullness of daily life, so I began to entertain “Satanic” meditations: mostly foundation meditation (aka energy breathing) and chakra meditations. I played along just for fun.

That was the key: I treated it as fun. Every day, I’d check the next exercise in the program, read a little fun facts like what a “third eye” is, and then play along. Afterwards, I’d share my impressions with a friend, joking about “awakening my demonic powers.” He’d warn me not to be reckless, but I’d experiment anyway, because it was fun.

Then, strange things began to happen. I assumed it was all a placebo, so I went with the flow, no matter if the things I saw and felt were life-changing. Even when I encountered moral dilemmas, I treated them like a game.

A month in, my friend pushed me to try an experiment: ask a “spirit” (who had been teaching me about enjoyable phantom sensations) to predict the future, to prove it was real. I was reluctant, because that wasn’t what it was about for me. But to quiet him, I played along, expecting to prove it doesn’t work like that.

But it did work. It was just little, inconsequential, random things, but far too accurate to dismiss. I calculated the odds: less than a two per cent chance of coincidence. I had to reconsider everything.

By then, I was too deep to turn back. I knew a “normal” life would feel hollow. So I embraced it; if it was real, all the more reason to stick to it. I’ve meditated every day for the past five years plus.

Even now, after it has become such a serious thing, part of me still holds on to the joy and wonder I felt at the beginning, when I played around, expected nothing, and enjoyed everything.

Perhaps everything is real. If not, then it turns out the placebo effect can not just boost mental and physical health, but also transcend the boundaries between people’s minds, between the present and future, and between body and spirit.

So I wish people would stop thinking so hard about whether they’re doing it right and learn to have some fun. People only stick to what they enjoy, and success comes from practice, not perfection.