I was a PE teacher leading a group of students on an outdoor activities holiday in Derbyshire. We were walking up a wooded, rocky tor when something amazing happened. Suddenly time stopped. I knew the rocks and the trees, and the trees and rocks. I was the rocks and trees and they were me. It was obvious that there was no separation, no time and no separation.
I was never the same after that. I tried to tell everyone, but no one seemed interested. And so I became a seeker. A seeker of what had seemingly been seen and then lost. And the longing for it became unbearable.