Kundalini and me


Linda, over at Litebeing Chronicles (http://litebeing.com/) has been having some kundalini experiences. To help her out I wound up hunting for this old post from the days when almost no one read this blog. Kundalini is still going for me, so thought I’d put this up again.

Originally posted on Not Just Sassy on the Inside:

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What I know about kundalini comes mainly from my own experience. I unintentionally set it off in 1992 and it has been running more or less ever since. I tried to study about it but I found all the books unbearable to read (somehow it always surprises me how many spiritual teachers like to use 50 words where 10 would do), so I have a bit I picked up from reading, more that I picked up from my teachers at the time and a lot I picked up from having it run my life for five or six years.

There are differing opinions as to the nature of kundalini. Some equate it with vital force energy, which is also called prana – or chi or qi; name varies from culture to culture. More often I’ve seen it referred to as its own force, the spiritual energy that…

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Shifting and the winds of change: Part 3

English: The mediterranean coast in Villefranc...

English: The mediterranean coast in Villefranche-sur-Mer (Alpes-Maritimes, France). Français : La cote Méditerranéenne à Villefranche-sur-Mer, Alpes-Maritimes. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The unwinding is back in vengeance mode so I’ve not been managing to blog that much.  And the long stretches in between posts are causing the plan for this series to morph.  Each time I sit down to take up the next piece I can’t remember the ideas that were so clear as I finished the last…

I know, you might think I could take notes.  But that would be so unlike me :-)

My higher self and the universe have been conspiring lately to dangle certain ideas repeatedly under my nose until I pick up the scent and take notice.  The one that’s particularly given me pause–and ripples of excitement–has been a lot of talk about really paying attention to the things and dreams you love and to realize those are the things you’re meant to do.

I love a lot of the things I do spiritually speaking.  From the practices I perform to teaching classes and writing about it to creating a new exercise series fusing Robert Masters Psychophysical Method with yoga, I’m always pleased to be doing things that seem “right” for someone on a spiritual path.

But I have other dreams that I’ve been inclined to label as selfish or not sufficiently spiritual.  I’ve realized that these are the dreams for which my soul really longs.  And one day as I read another post about this and flashed on the dreams I try to ignore, I suddenly embraced them and felt that this purpose I’ve been seeking may have more to do with the somewhat odd assortment of daydreams I love than with my logical effort to have a purpose that’s spiritual enough.

I choose for now to mostly keep those dreams to myself.  But I’ll give one example.  I’ve always loved France.  I was about 10 when a teacher offered a weekly French class on Saturdays at my school and I JUMPED to do it.  Studied at the Sorbonne for a summer in college.  Never became fluent though.

Every trip to France has been deeply satisfying but I’ve longed to speak more fluently.  Did a search on immersion classes and finally found my dream school in Villefranche-sur-Mer.  Not only is it in one of my very favorite areas, but it’s one of very few such schools that caters to people 50 and up instead of college kids.

I have a picture of the school on my vision board.  I love this dream.  But it’s expensive and feels selfish.  I’ve asked my guides in meditation about it and am always told that it’s not selfish, it’s intended and that I will “be a bridge” (whatever that means…).  Until now I haven’t really believed that this dream could be part of my purpose.  But now I do.  And I don’t have to know what it will lead to.  For now I feel I just need to know that this is part of my purpose and that the means to do it and the why will become clear later.

The other dreams have similar stories.  I’ve been gathering them into my heart and accepting them as the real me recently.  It’s hard to describe how great that feels or what it means to me to accept these things I love as being important to my life and purpose.  It feels like taking back a big chunk of myself that I disowned somewhere along the way.

Note: The first two posts are here and here.

Entering the Sacred Space of Peacefulness

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Entering into a peaceful world requires one thing – a peaceful person. Me, to be exact. Or you. But each of us individually must travel the Via de Paz, the Way of Peace. I would like to invite you to literally walk the Via de Paz (or roll or stroll or whatever works for you).

Set your intention by saying, “I am here. I am present. I am going to walk the way of peace.” Breathe deeply, a few sustainable breaths, until your body is ready to go forward.

Now move and notice. As you begin to move, notice how your body feels. What are your senses telling you about your immediate experience of the world?

Now notice things outside yourself. Connect your senses…

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Find time for peace

Here in the eastern U.S. it’s almost Sunday — time to chant or pray for peace.  Wherever you are, please set aside 10 minutes at a minimum to do whatever practice or prayer says “peace” to you.

Collective Prayer Sundays:  In case you’re new, we’re finding 10 minutes at a minimum to pray or chant or meditate (or???) for peace every Sunday.  Details are on the CPS page.  For comments:  you can comment here or on that page or you can go to the Facebook page.

Maybe you wanted the other blog?

I’m participating in Susie Lindau’s blog party.  She hosts these periodically and you just put a link to any post you’ve written in her comments and then make sure to read other peoples’ links.

I’ve generally put a link to this blog but this time I chose a post on the Scribblings blog.  And now I’m wandering around reading and commenting on other participants’ posts.  Where I show up as my Not Just Sassy persona.  [the URLs for these are confusing as I switched around my blog identities a while back...]

So, in case you got here because I commented on your post for Susie’s party, my post for the party is over here.  If you’re interested in spirituality, you might like to look around this blog first.

If you haven’t checked out Susie’s blog, she’s lots of fun and she’s also taken us poignantly through her successful passage through breast cancer.  Hop on over the read a few.

Meditate for Peace — it’s Collective Prayer Sunday

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Just a quick post to remind you it’s just about that time — pray, chant, meditate at least 10 minutes for peace.  Or perform a ceremony or release something that holds you back from inner peace.  You choose.  Just be the peace.

Collective Prayer Sundays:  In case you’re new, we’re finding 10 minutes at a minimum to pray or chant or meditate (or???) for peace every Sunday.  Details are on the CPS page.  For comments:  you can comment here or on that page or you can go to the Facebook page.

Shifting and the winds of change: Part 2

Rite of Spring, 1985, a/c, 79x112 inches, (exh...

Rite of Spring, 1985, a/c, 79×112 inches, (exhibited: The Brunnier Museum, Ames Iowa, 1988). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As often happens, I lost the thread on this series while on vacation.  The plan I had for part 2 when I posted the first one is a vague memory.  I’m sure it will come back to me.  In the meantime, another great round of unwinding began the last couple of days in Michigan and has continued this week and feels like it’s waving and saying, “write about me”.  The last couple of days I’ve realized that all the activity behind my eyes has led to another increment or two of improvement in my vision.

Greater clarity of physical vision feels integral to my journey to greater clarity of overall vision.  And it has me reflecting again on the wonderful wisdom of the late Dr. Harry Sirota–see previous post for more info on him.  He talked about the blurry vision of near-sightedness in relation to introversion.  The inability to see people clearly makes them less scary.  When glasses bring everything into clear focus, it creates tension and, for me, it translated to withdrawing.  If I couldn’t keep everyone blurry, I could pretend to be invisible so they couldn’t see me.

As my vision has slowly improved, first thanks to Dr. Harry’s vision therapy and more recently because of the unwinding, my ability to step out in the world has grown immensely.

I haven’t worn glasses (except to drive) for some years.  My vision has changed so often I couldn’t afford to keep getting new glasses and I didn’t really want them since I knew from Dr. Harry’s work that they’d give me glasses too strong and it would take me backwards both in vision and tension.  I’ve gotten used to viewing the world with a blur around the edges.  It feels kind of fitting as I’ve wandered in the dark for some time, not sure any more if my purpose is what I thought it was nor what it might be instead.

I’ve grown at ease with that blurriness of vision and the uncertain view of what is ahead.  I rest ever more comfortably in the conviction that when it is time I will know.  And that this process of unwinding the muscles is somehow the key to clarity.  For right now it’s all I can do to get through the unwinding.

The more my body loosens up and the more my sight improves, the more I note the winds of change.  I feel these muscles have been holding so much in place within me and as it releases, something new is filling me.  What “the new” is remains fuzzy right now and that’s OK.