Pittsburgh Float LLC
| 5850 Ellsworth Avenue, Pittsburgh |
5 priser
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Daniel Luttner (05.11.2017 22:40)
Great facility and helpful staff!
Great facility and helpful staff!
Alexander Camlin (15.02.2017 18:10)
I had my first experience with a sensory deprivation tank yesterday. The phenomenology of the experience itself aside, I was struck by the meaning in the setting of the experience. The tank was a modernized, streamlined sarcophagus, an artificial womb, a ferry to the Necropolis. I was instructed to shower before I entered by the initiated purveyor of this peculiar form of spiritual consumerism, dressed in business-bodhisattva casual. The purity of the tank water was of utmost importance, and no contamination from the profane world could be permitted. Stripped and scrubbed, I entered this womb the way I came out of the first, naked. Closing the other world behind me, I was swallowed by darkness as I began to float.
While WWOOFing in the Hudson Valley a few years ago, I was invited to partake in a purification sweat on the night that I arrived at the farm. One of the itinerant orchard planters had been taught the ways of this ceremony in his travels, and had spent the whole day building the lodge from scratch with deadwood. It was difficult to tell where the hut began and where the woods ended. By night it was ready. We were told to strip and bathe in the light of the full moon, then cleansed with tobacco and sage smoke before entering. The hut itself was very small, with an opening barely large enough to squeeze into.
"What's in there?"
"Only what you take with you."
It took some time to fully relax in the tank. First, I became all the voices in my head that I've learned to tune out. Then, I became all the aches and pains in my body that I regularly ignore. Eventually, I became just my breathing, just breath. Phosphenes did their kaleidoscopic jig in the void, but they too settled down. The opening verse from John faded in from the silence and looped in my mind, "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." I began to hallucinate faint lights, as though reflections off the water's surface were projected onto the ceiling of the tank. Genesis crossfaded in for John, "And the Earth was without form and void, and darkness was on the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters." I began to see stars winking into being one by one. The tank was gone; I had become a Star Child. The dull thrumming of a nearby pulsar caught and filled my auditory horizon. Louder, deeper, it filled me. It was my mother's heart beating for me in the womb. The first sound that I ever heard. It ignited within my chest; it was my own heartbeat. I was an infant sucking on my mother's breast. "Take and eat; this is my body" she said, smiling down at me.
The sound of birds chirping brought me back. It was the signal that the session was nearing its end. At the hour mark, church bells began playing. I opened the door of the coffin and was born back into the mundane world.
I had my first experience with a sensory deprivation tank yesterday. The phenomenology of the experience itself aside, I was struck by the meaning in the setting of the experience. The tank was a modernized, streamlined sarcophagus, an artificial womb, a ferry to the Necropolis. I was instructed to shower before I entered by the initiated purveyor of this peculiar form of spiritual consumerism, dressed in business-bodhisattva casual. The purity of the tank water was of utmost importance, and no contamination from the profane world could be permitted. Stripped and scrubbed, I entered this womb the way I came out of the first, naked. Closing the other world behind me, I was swallowed by darkness as I began to float.
While WWOOFing in the Hudson Valley a few years ago, I was invited to partake in a purification sweat on the night that I arrived at the farm. One of the itinerant orchard planters had been taught the ways of this ceremony in his travels, and had spent the whole day building the lodge from scratch with deadwood. It was difficult to tell where the hut began and where the woods ended. By night it was ready. We were told to strip and bathe in the light of the full moon, then cleansed with tobacco and sage smoke before entering. The hut itself was very small, with an opening barely large enough to squeeze into.
"What's in there?"
"Only what you take with you."
It took some time to fully relax in the tank. First, I became all the voices in my head that I've learned to tune out. Then, I became all the aches and pains in my body that I regularly ignore. Eventually, I became just my breathing, just breath. Phosphenes did their kaleidoscopic jig in the void, but they too settled down. The opening verse from John faded in from the silence and looped in my mind, "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." I began to hallucinate faint lights, as though reflections off the water's surface were projected onto the ceiling of the tank. Genesis crossfaded in for John, "And the Earth was without form and void, and darkness was on the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters." I began to see stars winking into being one by one. The tank was gone; I had become a Star Child. The dull thrumming of a nearby pulsar caught and filled my auditory horizon. Louder, deeper, it filled me. It was my mother's heart beating for me in the womb. The first sound that I ever heard. It ignited within my chest; it was my own heartbeat. I was an infant sucking on my mother's breast. "Take and eat; this is my body" she said, smiling down at me.
The sound of birds chirping brought me back. It was the signal that the session was nearing its end. At the hour mark, church bells began playing. I opened the door of the coffin and was born back into the mundane world.
andrea mcmahon (17.01.2017 22:23)
Awesome experience all around. A must try!!
Awesome experience all around. A must try!!
Kash Dhanda (20.03.2016 21:48)
Great tanks in a comfortable and friendly atmosphere. Warm rooms with good showers for pre- and post- float, and a knowledgeable and helpful team to guide you through the experience.
Great tanks in a comfortable and friendly atmosphere. Warm rooms with good showers for pre- and post- float, and a knowledgeable and helpful team to guide you through the experience.
Josh Aronoff (21.02.2016 16:07)
Very relaxing. Very comforting.
Very relaxing. Very comforting.
