I am always seeking, groping towards some kind of cosmic connection ; I meditate, and ground myself daily, trying to stretch my awareness towards the experiential feeling, which then falls short, and often feels forced or faked. I think maybe I am trying too hard or being too heavy handed and pushy.
The other day I was on a busy road in a vaguely rural area, waiting for the lights to change, vaguely bored, vaguely impatient to get to where I was going, vaguely sneery about the personalised number plates in front and behind me, and my attention was caught by an oak tree in the hedge across the road. For a few seconds, a momentary flash, I had an oak tree insight, felt the urge to spread, extend outwards, the growing impulse of a being with branches. I don't want to overstate it or make it out to be some kind of wow, but it was extra ordinary to me, and I keep remembering it and groping to relive how it felt...