When the Sound Stopped Being Sound

I go to a lot of these kinds of things, sound baths, breathwork sessions, I've done a couple plant medicine retreats over the years, so I want to say upfront that I'm someone who's reasonably familiar with what an altered state feels like from the inside. This one didn't match any of them. Was lying on the floor at a sound bath, the facilitator running her bowls, probably twenty minutes into the session, when the sound in the room just stopped being sound. I don't have a cleaner way to say it. It turned into something more like pressure, or maybe presence is closer, spread evenly through me and through the whole room, and it had a quality of attention to it that felt aimed at me specifically. I know how this setting practically writes the report for you, sound bath, person feels something cosmic, very on brand for that scene, and I want to hold onto that skepticism even while I'm describing it. But the specificity is what got me. It wasn't generic bliss. It felt like being known by something that already had information about me that I hadn't given it. Ten minutes maybe, then it was just bowls again. Sat up and the facilitator asked if I was okay, said apparently I'd been crying without realizing it. Told her I was more than okay. Still don't have a clean explanation for any of it and I'm not going to force one just so this story wraps up neater.