It's all about the timing, some times trip other times it's right. When I fill my lungs and hold it and hold it and hold it  I find myself at the foot of the presence. I fill that it is a test, how long will you go before you breath. As the time goes by everything is getting brighter and brighter   heavier and heavier  I can stand and spread my arms and pull the weight out of thin air. It's heavy and takes strength.  I focus and pull it all into a focal point and still holding by breath unti, Bam!! Crushed reality, I walk amount the universe,  all surroundings somewhat there, just very different,  I feel pure energy and conscience in all. But I always humble myself and kneel before it, for I know that I am not it.