I Tried The Lucia Nº3 Hypnagogic Light!

For as long as I can remember I’ve been fascinated with all things spiritual & metaphysical…

There was the psychic phenomena/Ouija board faze of my tween years, a never-ending interest in decoding my lucid dreams, the studying of auras and chakras, the wearing and collecting of crystals/gems period, and a stint learning about palmistry.

To this day, within 15 minutes of a conversation with someone new—I’ll either have guessed their horoscope sign or at the very least—ask them what it is.

If there’s an organic interest, I’ll probably move on to Chinese astrology, but only if there’s enough time… 

…All this to say, I leaped at the chance to try the Lucia Nº3 light, located at Spa Cloud in the hip enclave of Griffintown, and incidentally, the 1st official machine of its kind to exist in Montreal!

Hypnagogic refers to the transitional state in-between wakefulness and sleep. The flickering white lights of the machine (through a series of preprogramed light cycles) helps you access a theta state as well as high Alpha patterns often associated with joy, intuition, creativity and relaxation. 

After pouring over several online testimonials the potential promise was a celestial journey unlike anything I’d ever experienced, that words simply could not do justice. Naturally my interest was piqued; if anyone can transcribe an experience into some loquacious wordplay it would be me!

What does it do?

On a experiential level, the Lucia N°03 light opens up ones third eye—also knows as the pineal gland— a bridge to higher consciousness and widely referred to as the “seat of ones soul…”

As a life long practitioner of yoga (no surprises here!) I’ve long been interested in the mechanics of the Third Eye and its spiritual/psychedelic properties. It can be opened through yoga and the end-of-practice restorative pose Shavasana, but moreover is achieved through decades worth of mediation practice. When activated the pineal gland excretes DMT (known as the spirit molecule) and is an all-healing substance also found in a combination of medicinal plants to form Ayahuasca or Ibogaine.

As a spiritual experience chaser, years ago I researched shaman assisted Ayahuasca and Ibogaine journeys given at retreats in Costa Rica and Peru but chickened out—worrying that I would be stuck in a 12-hour maddening fugue that I would never come out of. The idea that I could experience some of the same visuals and long term healing effects, in a controlled environment with the Lucia Nº3 light was too good to pass up.

After a phone consultation where I was asked if I suffered from epileptic seizures or had extreme anxiety, I was given some further information about the Lucia N°03 light and that I should arrive with ceded expectations and an open mind as everyone’s brains offer up a different experience.

Arrival at Spa Cloud Montreal

I have to admit there was a part of me that was apprehensively nervous.

Several accounts online likened the experience to “tripping ones balls off” and in the drug experimentation of my youth, I had always given a hard pass on the usage of psychedelics. But as soon as I opened the door to Spa Cloud and met with the warm and professional staff, I was instantly at ease and really excited to start my visionary exploration!

Stevie ” the female Lucia N°03  technician brought me into a serene room and explained that she would be with me for the entire duration of my sessions. As a first timer, I would be going through 2-5 minute demo sessions for a half hour, as opposed to a full 30 to an hour uninterrupted session. She emphasized that if at any time I felt uncomfortable for whatever reason, all I had to do was raise my hand in front of my closed eyes and the lights would immediately be turned off, thus immediately ending the visuals setting up shop in my ‘noggin.

Blinded by the Light…The Lucia N°03

Laying down and covered with a cozy blanket, Stevie started me on an low introductory level. She offered me a set of headphones that was playing peaceful meditative music to ultimately enhance the experience. *Press play below to set the mood ↓

I closed my eyes and she started the low 2 minute program of flickering light on my closed eye lids. Keep in mind the light is only white, so whatever colours or patterns I would see, were being produced by the mechanics of my own brain. WILD!  

She instructs me to take a deep breath and to relax.

I’ve succumbed to whatever lays ahead…

Beam Me Up Stevie…”

Immediately a very lovely visual ballet of colours and shapes emerge…


I feel warm, safe and grounded—but absolutely in another realm. Before I know it the 2 minutes is up and I am asked if I’d like to go to a Medium program. I give the go ahead.

This will be a 5 minute session. I am deeply relaxed.

Medium-Level Program

Ok, this is deep space nine, people. I believe I let out a Bill + Ted-like utterance of  “Woahhhhhhhhhhh.”

Its intense but not unbearable by any means. The shapes are kaleidoscope-like in many instances and the movements, colours, and vectors are happening at you, as opposed to having an innate awareness of where things are going—considering its all coming from your own brain?!

I see a lot of red, blue and green, and at one point I feel like I’m seeing heavenly visions, or what I have often likened to in yoga practice as the third eye with lots of white light cascading around it. I even at one point see a full wall of eyes. As trippy as that sounds, it’s not scary and as soon as I see it, its gone rapidly. Did I mention the music really makes the experience emotionally raw and beautiful? I believe a tear dropped from my eye as it ended. I am truly moved.

Stevie is next to me with a comforting hand on my arm as I open my eyes.

How are you feeling?” she asks.

 “Wow…” I express some of my initial thoughts dancing in my head—which are all positive.

“Would you like to do the high level program?”

I’m reticent, as I don’t want to push my sensitive boundaries but I do want to experience all of this. I wait a beat and say “Yes.” I’m really proud of myself for being so brave! It will be 10 minutes.

She reminds me once again, if at any time I don’t like what I’m feeling or experiencing, raise my hand over my eyes and everything will come to a full stop.

The reminder is comforting.

High Level Program


Because every timed program is different, it doesn’t feel that much more intense than the medium level, just that the visuals are different and I am absolutely feeling one with all that is washing over me. It definitely feels like inter-dimensional space travel. I let out some audible noises and I can hear Stevie laughing in some far away distance reacting to my child-like excitement.  

*The below visual feels a little dizzying, but I was not dizzy, and I definitely suffer from motion sickness, so rest assured it was all palpable.

Again, the visuals are ever changing, and sometimes its just being bathed in a bright peaceful light for a couple of beats.  Before I know it the 10 minutes is up. Time absolutely flies faster than it normally would, at least that’s what I felt in all of my demo programs.

Again, Stevie is by my side as I emerge wide eyed and smiling. Between prep time and breaks in-between programs, there’s only enough time to experience one last short demo program.

Let’s Do This,” I say playfully, and away I go into “Andromeda” or “Tron,” or any other space like monikers that come to mind.

Once I’m done, I feel light-as-a-feather as I walk or did I actually ‘float’ into the relaxing foyer of Spa Cloud Montreal?

No one can really say for sure. 😉

Of the reported benefits that happen in the full 24 hours after a session are enhanced intuition, released endorphins, a renewed joyful sensation, relief from anxiety, better memory, lucid dreaming and a restful nights sleep.

Yes, I had a restful nights sleep, but I have never had problems with falling asleep, in fact those who know me would say I sleep almost “TOO WELL.”

Were my dreams lucid, well…yes, but again…my dreams have always been that way.

Lastly, would I try it again? Absolutely, if only to see what an uninterrupted 30 minutes to 1 hour session would be like. As with anything, repeated sessions build on the previous one(s) and the results can truly start to show themselves.

What I would say to anyone is YOU MUST TRY THIS.

While I may be able to wax poetic after the fact, during the sessions I uttered out cliché stoner idioms…so yea…its an immersive intangible thing, that words certainly don’t have a check box for. I wouldn’t impose my experience on anyone else’s as what is most interesting, is that everyone’s experience is different, as it’s based on their own emotional/spiritual paintbrush (their brain!) at any particular time.

My most profound takeaway was that it actually increased my overall confidence

I tried something new that was definitely outside my comfort zone, (highest level yay me!) and that in and of itself is a perspective shifter!

While this is the first machine of its kind available in Montreal, I know several places that offer this light experience in Toronto and Vancouver, and certainly around the world. Find out where its available in your city and let me know about your experience here!

To infinity and beyond my lover heads,




Float Pod’s; the Latest Health + Wellness Trend

Flotation is widely accepted as a panacea for a variety of ailments and conditions, and is backed up by over fifty years of scientific and anecdotal evidence. Float centers are the latest trend in health + wellness, promoting a host of benefits from improved creativity to pain management—and it was an experience I just had to try out!

My inaugural float pod experience is at Toronto’s brand new H20 Float Spa, located in the tony (and quite holistic might I add!) Danforth area. A float spa—with it’s promise of relaxation and renewal is a perfect addition to this neighbourhood which is deluged with yoga + pilates centers, organic juice bars and health food stores on every block.

I have the choice between a large open concept float—or a smaller pod float which can be fully enclosed or kept partially open.

The Open Concept Float Reminds me of Tony Montana; minus the 'rage'.

The Open Concept Float

I opt for the enclosed pod as I want to get the full seclusion experience—akin to being back in the womb or at the very least get into a meditative Theta state.

My float attendant assures me that my enclosure can easily be pushed open as it is built on hydraulics and demonstrates its ease + efficacy, just like a Price is Right hostess. She explains that the pod is filled with 1000 lbs of Epsom salts and remarkably only 10 inches of water, heated at body temperature. She points out an intercom in the pod should I need anything, a light switch which controls an underwater colour-therapy-cum-light-show should I desire one, a spray water bottle, dry cloth and a set of malleable wax ear plugs. Before leaving, she assures me that despite the locked door, that should she need to get in for what I’m assuming would be a rescue mission, that “she has a key if necessary.”

I’ve got this,” I say confidently as I rush into the ensuite shower—a prerequisite for the float.

Post shower clean, I first close off the main light in the sound proof room, step into the pod with the colorful LED lights inside guiding me into what will be my new mini ecosystem for the next 90 minutes.


The Guiding Light of my Float Pod

There’s a loading dock for a music players if you want, but I’m intentionally seeking a parallel universe kind of vibe, screening out all stimuli including the pod lights.

It’s now pitch black.

Me likeee.

With the wax earplugs nestled in place, I ease myself into the water leaving the ‘hatch’ open. It’s a serene feeling, although I’m not a float neophyte per se—having previously enjoyed the experience at the Dead Sea, only five years prior. I am insta-buoyed and floating immediately, but like a human bumper car I am hitting the sides of this pod as I try to get steady and centered. My head bops into the sides of the pod as do my feet, and I realise the best I’m going to get is settled on an angle, so I try and succumb to the experience and let goooooo.

I am weightless there is no doubt about that, but my neck and head feel heavy for some reason despite the zero gravity aspect. The water is magically soft, the Epsom salts feel like a translucent silky gel on my body and hair—completely different from the texture of the Dead Sea. I float and sway around for a bit, but my mind is rather FI (fast inside)—so I decide that closing the hatch completely might help me zone out further.

I reach in blindness for the interior light button, hand reading braille between the light switch and the intercom button. I sit up, and get my first taste of salt water in my eyes and mouth which I wipe away with the handy cloth. I lay back again, switch off the light button via foot braille and try to succumb surmising that this, this is where the magic will happen!

My breath due to wearing the earplugs underwater sounds like an astronaut breathing deep in outer space and the amplified echo is anything but relaxing. My agitated response is a nervous fart which I can audibly hear bubble under water, and ew…I can now smell. I am now trapped in an enclosed fart pod—and tranquility eludes me more than ever.

Minutes pass and unable to still let go, I decide I want the hatch reopened to have that extra breath of fresh air. I sit up and for a split second panic sets in as I have no idea what direction I’m facing and cannot find the hatch. Reading the sides of the pod with my hands like a scrambling lunatic, I find the hatch and push it open with ease. More salt water in eyes and mouth. I spritz myself with the water bottle and wipe my face. My lips are now burning.

Hatch open, I decide to remove my ear plugs as my monster amplified breathing might be the culprit to completely letting go. I have been doing yoga and meditation for the last decade I think to myself, this should be second nature to me?!

I lay down again in complete darkness, my foot turns off the interior lights and I’m now enjoying better air quality and the tension in my head and back is gone.

The floating is now making me nauseous—motion sickness of the high seas nauseated.

I’m taking in larger fresh breaths to temper my nausea, but my ears are completely water-logged and I sit up in complete annoyance and utter frustration.

I go through the rigmarole of closed hatch/open hatch once more to no avail. Finally I settle on a combination of open hatch, ear plugs back in, and the usage of the light therapy. The rotating crystal blue refractory lights, blending into a deep emerald and warming crimson cradles me into a meditative lullaby. I enjoy this for a brief 15 minutes until the vomitous sea sickness feeling takes over. I’m hot and sweaty and quite frankly…utterly exhausted!

I can’t do this any longer. 

I slowly get up and hop into the shower feeling a bit dejected. I can’t imagine how long I even lasted in there, and wonder how anyone does the 90 minute cycle?!

I was greeted by the owner of the spa with a bottle of cold water in the dimly lit lounge area. To my surprise, I had lasted an hour and was starting to feel the effects of the my body being weightless even for minimal amount of time that it was. My entire body feels relaxed and my muscles like pure jelly. I was told that my head and upper shoulders feeling heavy was a common occurrence that happens at the onset of a float and that there were inflated pillows available to alleviate that, but I missed the memo on that one. Ultimately the goal was to completely let go and had I truly achieved that my head and shoulders would have followed suit.

Upon leaving, I was literally unable to string an audible sentence together as further relaxation and a grounding heaviness had set in. The chronic muscle pain that I had in my back for weeks was completely gone and that night I fell into a heavenly sleep coma that rivalled those induced by strong pharmaceuticals—not that I would know anything about that. Wink, wink.

Being that I am a skin covered satellite dish that feels everything so intently, I wasn’t surprised that the trickle down sedating effect of the magnesium in the Epsom salts lasted the entire next day.

In closing, this was clearly not the zenned out exploit that I was seeking, but what’s interesting is that despite my Jerry Lewis antics and inability to stop injuring myself—the final outcome was at least effective!

I also realise that its probably a cumulative scenario whereas repeated visits would allow for a practice makes perfect result, or perhaps I’m just a massive spazz!?

Would I try it again?

Absolutely—if only to try out the vast open concept pod with a supportive neck pillow and perhaps some Dramamine for preventative measure!  Oh, and I would keep my ear plugs in the entire time—I had water crinkling in my ears for at least 3 days afterwards.

Is this a STERLING testimonial or what!?

*Authors Addendum: Everyone that I previously polled on Facebook (I do official research ‘yo!) swore up and down how “peaceful” and “ENJOYABLE” their respective pod floats were!!

Just remember friendsicles…

Float Like No-Ones Watching!


The Pop Culture Rainman

Oil Pulling; It’s What’s For Breakfast!

Oil Pulling, the ancient Ayurvedic practice of oil swishing has been may-jah water-cooler fodder as of late—and that’s putting it mildly.

In what feels like a mammoth collective consciousness, everyone I know has been trying it out or at least offering up a thoughtful dialogue on the topic. Some are veterans ‘of the pull’ while others like myself, are curious newbies.

While oil-pulling boasts a myriad of health benefits—everything from whiter teeth, stronger gums to improved energy and clearer sinuses—when I heard that it was a cure-all for dry-mouth my internal hand raised up in a unanimous gesture of ‘yes, please!?’

I’m not going to mince words here—my morning breath is akin to the hot molten death of a garbage truck drive-by with delicate top notes of feline anal glands (in release). My lips, (which in their defense are the size of a small country) are in constant need of moisture and I’m one massive bi-pedal post nasal-drip from the month’s of October through to March—are you turned on or what?

Day 1

Deciding that Coconut Oil would be best for its over-all anti-bacterial properties and pleasant taste, I picked up Dr. Bronners fair trade & organic fresh-pressed Coconut Oil at my local health food store.

While I was supposed to wait for the next morning to start as is recommended on an empty stomach, I went ahead and tried it a couple of hours before bedtime. As instructed I took a full teaspoon of the coconut oil in its solid form and let it melt in my mouth (it takes mere seconds) before swishing it around for 20 minutes.
The governing belief behind the routine is that the oil picks out microbes, bacteria + viruses like a magnet from the gums, teeth, the tongue and back of the throat. If you believe like I do that everything in one’s body is interconnected—the mouth being akin to mission control—than the idea makes perfect sense.
With a mouth full of toxic swish and the allotted time adhered to, I spit out my oral swill into the garbage (toilets + sinks are a no-no due to build up) and immediately felt a tingly-clean-straight-from-the-dentist feel with just the perfect hint of coconut.
My Mouth Feels Like Club Med! I proclaim via Facebook.
Day 2
Normally what I enjoy first thing in the morning is a freshly squeezed piping-hot latte straight down my throat hole—so the tectonic shift of oil-before-caffeine was a bit of a cerebral adjustment.

This morning I took a tiny bit less of a teaspoon than I did the night before as after the warm-glow of my fresh mouth wore off, I ended up going to bed slightly nauseated. A friend who practices Vedic medicine + yoga suggested that I should perhaps dial back on the newbie-over-enthusiasm and take it slow in both quantity and time duration. I swished away for 20 minutes (I’ve read anything less is futile) this time sitting on my bed crossed legged meditating for ten minutes, before rummaging through emails. After my spit-take in the garbage (I actually feel like I should dig a hole outside + drop this toxic sludge inside and cover it!) I rinse thoroughly with water and brush my teeth with organic tooth paste—I’ve decided I’m over fluoride and my pineal gland agrees. My tongue feels really soft and my gums feel like they have been *woken up* from an oral coma.

Day 3

Spoon, swish, spit. I *think* I notice whiter teeth but can’t be certain. My mouth feels so silky and like a glistening icy clean ecosystem. One would imagine that oil would make your mouth feel GREEEZY (read: greasy) but that isn’t the case at all. Some people have posted some debunking articles on my Facebook feed about how oil pulling is pseudo science bunk; but I’ve read enough testimonials and had feedback from friends to be an open-minded believer. This is not about doing a blind clinical study you NERDS; its homeopathy…alternative medicine?! I believe that all illnesses can be traced to oral health, and I don’t need big pharma nor one of hundreds of random, unregulated, poorly written debunking websites to tell me otherwise.

Day 4

My morning breath is a new mixture of grated cashews, wet leaves and dying racoon on the side of a dirt road. Believe it or not this is actually a noticeable improvement

I’ve read that another apparent benefit that appeals directly to my vanity is that the swishing action is actually exercise for my facial muscles—and this is fantastic news for my jaw line as I am prone to the jowly sag when I’m not smiling from ear to ear. A friend tells me that oil pulling has completely cured her TMJ, another his periodontal disease, and all from this inexpensive, NATURAL, simple exercise.

Day 5

There’s no denying that my teeth are whiter, my gums are pink and robust with an almost bionic-vitality. My dry-mouth has improved dramatically—my cotton mouth has pretty much dissipated leaving my mouth silky soft and my lips no longer require round-the-clock balming. I have also noticed an energy jolt this week, but I’m not entirely convinced it’s not placebo.  My sinuses, which are usually a drippy pathetic mess (I ooze glamour + sex appeal do I not?) have also noticeably improved.

Here’s a loose list of additional benefits that others have reported from oil pulling.
• Migraine headache relief
• Correcting hormone imbalances
• Reducing inflammation of arthritis
• May help with gastroenteritis
• Aids in the reduction of eczema
• May reduce symptoms of bronchitis
• Helps support normal kidney function
• May help reduce sinus congestion
• Some people report improved vision
• Helps reduce insomnia
• Reduced hangover after alcohol consumption
• Aids in reducing pain
• Reduces the symptoms of allergies
• Helps detoxify the body of harmful metals and organisms

I am definitely premature in offering up my findings at such an early stage as this is still an experiment in progress. I will keep you posted via this page if any new results show themselves in the coming weeks.

Update: Hello friends! I figured I would update briefly on my oil pulling trajectory two weeks later. After a full week of pulling, I took off a couple of days as I had a very REAL case of ‘sore jaw’—which was most definitely due to the constant swishing action. I have now been rotating on a one-day-on, one-day-off regimen and it seems to be working for me just as well.

One thing that cannot be negated is that it has definitely helped me to heal from a recent cold/flu/throat bug I caught from an office mate this past Monday. I actually wanted to test out the efficacy of Oil of Oregano as I’ve heard wonderful things about it—but was astonished when I saw a tiny vial of it being sold for $30.00 at my local health food store. What the hell is it made from? The tears of orphans that just finished a slice of pizza???

Oil of Oregano---made from 100% pure extract of tears of Pizza eating orphans...

Oil of Oregano—100% pure extract from the tears of pizza eating orphans…

So lo and behold I’ve kept to my regimen of Oil Pulling and I can see beyond a shadow of a doubt how it has helped me get over this bug. I literally had that razor-blades-in-throat feeling on Monday and Tuesday of this week and by today it’s all gone! Whereas normally I would have been flat on my back all week, I am now ‘mobile‘ and on the mend, and I truly see how the Coconut Oil has been paramount in my recovery!

***Also my morning breath now only smells of wet batteries + expired organic milk—PROGRESS!!!

The moral of the story is to find what works for you! If an everyday pull is your thang—more power to ya! If your jaw hurts and you need a breather? Have at it brothers + sisters!

And finally if you made the attempt and your gag reflex went a little something like this

I love that you tried!

I love that you tried!

I APPLAUD you for your valiant efforts in trying something new! Ok, they are lazy ‘golf claps’ but, I’m still applauding!

Feel free to let me know how Oil Pulling is working/worked for you in the comments section below!Until then, Be open-minded in every facet of your life + continue to try new things lover heads!


The Pop Culture Rainman