What is Kundalini?
For hundreds of years,
spiritual seekers have sought after this sacred, mysterious power
called kundalini. It’s a word that derives from the Sanskrit language, which is ideally
used in Hindu scriptures. It’s very rarely ever talked about in the West, and most
scientists, doctors, psychologists, and other health professionals have never heard of it.
Most people will look at you as if you’re crazy if you try to explain what’s happening to
you. Yet it’s been the single most significant event of my life. I’ve come to know this
mysterious, powerful force has been called many things in various cultures across the
ages.
For thousands of years,
this experience would be found in traditions such as Sufi; it
could be found in trance cults that expanded across Greece and Asia. You find it in the
Kalahari, at the heart of the oldest continuous culture on the planet. You find it in Tibet,
and of course, you find it in full expression in India; the traditions of Kundalini revolve
around this experience of interiorized lightning.
Carl Jung talked about this life force consciousness back in the 1920s when he
returned from a trip to India. He claimed that we here in Western society are maybe 500
years away from experiencing this phenomenon.
My own personal experience proves
that the great psychologists’ forecast was correct, even if the time frame was not.
For me, things really began to change and shift energetically in my life around 2007. At
this point, I had been part of a 12-Step program for 6 years. I’d gotten well underway in my
own spiritual quest, searching for freedom. Albeit I’d still never heard the word Kundalini
up to this point. I’d say a serious meditation practice and a life packed with trauma in
every chapter of it had seriously primed me for what lay ahead. Yet I could never
have imagined in my wildest dreams what was to unfold.
Nothing could have prepared me for the bolt of lightning that ignited at the base of my
Spine, it shot up my spine and out through my head whilst I was driving my car. With it,
the contents of my subconscious spilled upwards and into my mind’s eye at an
accelerating speed. In a split second, my life changed forever.
As this foreign energy erupted into my system, striking me into sheer fear and panic, which would last for
many days. It was the great Goddess Kundalini introducing herself to me. Out of the
darkness, awakening was being born; it’s what I’d always wanted. It’s what my soul had
yearned for; unbeknownst to the ego and personality, this was to be the greatest
blessing. There have been cycles of phenomena, periods of time when I could hardly walk as the
energy coursing through my body almost sent me over the edge.
At times, I struggled
couldn’t hang with people I once did, as certain energies would almost leave me feeling
like someone was choking the life out of me. There were also times I couldn’t hold a
job down for months at a time as this mysterious force worked its way through every
fiber of my being. At times, I could feel it work on various parts of my body for days at a
time.
The path of Kundalini awakening has been ever so demanding; it’s like a great big
master cleanse. Burning through all the impurities that no longer serve my higher self.
I’ve been forced to drop people from my life, habits, unhealthy foods, and behaviors. The
dark memories and traumas from the beginning of my life have resurfaced to be healed
and integrated. This is the work.
There’s an intelligence and a purpose to all of it.
Without sounding cliché, it’s the beginning of the journey that returned me back to myself.
There have been so many challenges and trials, one after another at times. What’s undeniable
to me is that whatever this great force is, it has my best interests at heart, and I can’t deny that I’ve been held with love every step of the way. I’m blessed; I’ve stayed the course and got to experience many of the treasures that come with the Kundalini experience.
In this interview,
I speak with Abdi Assadi about the intense Kundalini activation I experienced years ago—and the deep wounds it revealed.
Some of my awesome travels in South America, and images of me as an ironworker in Manhattan: