I once laid down on the floor of an empty bedroom, went through thinking of every thing and/or person and/or group of people I could think of, and thought about how excellent/beautiful/fitting they were, for something like an hour (not on purpose, it just sort of happened).
I once laid down on the floor of an empty bedroom, went through thinking of every thing and/or person and/or group of people I could think of, and thought about how excellent/beautiful/fitting they were, for something like an hour (not on purpose, it just sort of happened).
Note that I would not usually describe this as a spiritual experience.