I used to. During my collegiate run, I was going through a bit of a blue period. Couldn’t talk to my family, real bad thoughts, et cetera. So, I started using my free time to center myself and refocus. I started perceiving some kinda inner voice, I think. I can’t remember what exactly it said, but it wasn’t good. My mother and stepfather’s place was real bad juju. Mom even tried burning sage to clear the house. But, I didn’t want to invite something in unconsciously, so I put the kabosh on meditation. Nowadays I just Zen out at work. Y’know, work without working and so on.