Whitehawk’s kundalini awakened despite the fact that she did nothing intentional to activate it. Her experience is one filled with out-of-body adventures, supersensory episodes, dream messages, and a roller-coaster ride of energy transmissions. Here, she shares her journey in detail, including how she became a human antenna for “tonal transmissions” and experienced spontaneous physical movements (called kriyas ), as well as a variety of other extraordinary occurrences. She relates messages she received regarding shifts that are currently in progress on earth—including the dissolution of karma—and describes her visceral experience of the harmonic state of oneness. Whitehawk explores such questions as: What does the future hold for our species? Do we have the ability to overcome our destructive inclinations and step toward an enlightened destiny?
When I first became acquainted with the exquisite, mystical poetry of Rumi, I was in the midst of a long and rigorous dance with the Divine in the form of awakened kundalini. Rumi’s missives made my soul swoon; they reflected an octave of love I had not previously accessed before my turn with this amazing energy attuned me to its existence. Legend has it that in a Turkish village square some eight centuries ago, Rumi encountered a wandering dervish named Shams. Their meeting unleashed a mysterious something so powerful that Rumi was knocked off his mule by the impact. He and Shams then surrendered themselves into a furtive relationship of deep spiritual communion that ignited a copious flow of ecstatic poetry, which to this day moves millions.
One of my favorite Rumi poems ends with a refrain about being opened by the divinities, an experience I now relate to deeply. When I “met” kundalini, I was knocked off my high horse and opened inward to my cellular and soular depths, as well as outward to the infinite cosmos—and the trajectory of my life changed forever. I had been opened—by and also into—something infinitely greater, wiser, and more powerful than myself—and which demanded my ongoing participation.
This is a vast, vast tale I am attempting to relate in the space of a few pages. I feel almost apologetic in asking you to hang in with me as my experiential lens zooms in and out among the deeply personal, transpersonal, transdimensional, and even galactic levels and layers I wish to share. This has been the wildest of rides for me, yet I believe it represents mere baby steps compared to the quantum leap that’s about to launch us full throttle into an entirely new model of existence: the prophesied “New Earth.” That is what I believe it’s all about now: kundalini “popping” in people across the planet, opening our species to new vistas beyond our current ability to even imagine. Also involved are earth changes, accelerating sociopolitical events, and the changing nature of our personal priorities and relationships—all pieces of the same multidimensional hologram. On one hand, I’m tempted to suggest you buckle up for the ride; but actually, don’t bother, because there’s really no way to brace for this journey. More useful would be to prepare for opening, as this is what’s being asked of our minds, our hearts, our relationships with each other, ourselves, our values, and even our relationship with time, space, and the Creator who breathed it all into motion. Also opening are the gates of a kind of perverse prison we’ve been sequestered in for centuries. In matters such as these, kundalini provides passage to profound liberation. Our part is to relinquish our need for control (not easy for most) in favor of absolute trust and surrender to the strangeness that becomes part and parcel of life when kundalini takes the reins. All such experiences are unique; similar threads run through some of them, but overall they are as unique as the humans who have them.
Mine is the story of a fairly typical American woman; not a physicist or a practicing yogini. I am, however, free-spirited and mystically inclined, given to pondering the meanings and mysteries of that which lies beyond (or behind) the mundane. This atmosphere of consciousness tends to magnetize the extraordinary into its orbit. It is also reflective of the out-of-body experiences (OBEs) that have been integral to my life since the crib. I felt this detail worth mentioning up front, because some of the upcoming vignettes involve experiences in other realms, the nature of which have evolved since kundalini entered the picture. My approach to such things has essentially been to let events flow and to observe, consider, and respond to them as they come, under what can be quite unusual circumstances. I’m also given to consulting a nonphysical team of guides when necessary, for they consistently offer the most direct and helpful information regarding whatever situation might be at hand. Were it not for them (and the woman through whom they speak so eloquently), I would have fared far worse with my extremely erratic—and deeply dismantling—kundalini experiences. Some people have a relatively easy (i.e., brief, even blissful) ride with kundalini. I, for reasons I will be touching upon, have taken a more “scenic route.”
My intention in sharing a few postcards from my journey is not to exploit metaphysical experiences for their wow factor, but rather to provide a few glimpses into a particularly strange and far-reaching phenomenon that is occurring increasingly often to expanding numbers of people. Perhaps doing so will assist others who find themselves encountering such things but lack awareness about a situation that could seem as though Pandora’s box has erupted in their world. When I went through phases of being daunted beyond measure, I could not find enough “voices of experience” with whom I might compare notes, and the void added to an already stressful situation. I’d like to offer reassurance that, yes, “unbelievable” things are happening to ordinary people on an escalating basis, but it does not mean they are losing their minds and need to be put away or drugged into oblivion. Nor are they likely to be dying of a bizarre, undiagnosable illness. (Of course, one should consult medical experts if inclined to do so.) The weirdness that is happening around the world may well be intimately connected to “the energies of transformation”: kundalini energies activating in humans, galactic energies now entering our solar system, and the astonishing connection ( collaboration, even) between the two. Yes, kundalini is on a mission to open us far beyond our previous limits into entirely new octaves of existence.
During the earliest stages of my kundalini activation (which I dubbed Special K), I was unaware of the cause. Signals began appearing, though I remained oblivious to their significance for at least a year, maybe even two. One pronounced early phenomenon involved the appearance of symbols resembling petroglyphs, hieroglyphs, and Aramaic characters in my waking and sleeping consciousness. They seemed at once both ancient and futuristic. I felt surrounded by these glyphs, though unable to focus in on them enough to discern details or glean meaning. Walls, objects, even the air itself seemed alive with their energetic presence, albeit in a diffuse way. I had no conscious clue what they signified, but intuited that something major was going on. I wondered if I might be on a kind of “ethernet” with the ancients. I became enamored with cave and rock art, bringing likenesses of it into my home until it became a dominating theme.
Trends emerged in my dreams early in my kundalini awakening and evolved over the duration. One theme involved construction sites and rehab projects, scenes of demolition and reconstruction happening simultaneously. The color red often dominated the earlier “k-related” dreams: red clothes, red vehicles, red bridges, red décor. I understood these dreams to be about the root chakra and my foundations, or place, on earth—which seemed slated to be completely razed and rebuilt. Another recurring dream theme involved things launching skyward: trains leaving their tracks in a vertical ascent; a guy in a (red!) jet pack zooming upward; and my chair launching with me in it. Once, my entire house launched off its foundation into the sky. In one particularly exhilarating dream, I surfed up a river of sparkling white light. Something was on an assertive ascent; this much was clear. Snakes are also common characters in kundalini dreams. When I dreamed of a floor full of snakes circling me and starting to wind around my legs, I immediately related it to the rise of the “serpent” kundalini.
A year or two into such dreams and experiences, something remarkable occurred, and in the aftermath things accelerated exponentially. A friend’s father had an intriguing encounter the night before he was to have surgery on an abdominal tumor. He was in bed, pondering his situation, when a mountain lion—an actual lion, not a dream—came right up to his bedroom window, locked eyes with him for a few mesmerizing moments, then turned and disappeared into the night. He had never seen a lion before during the years he’d lived in his populated, upscale community; this was an absolute anomaly, and he wondered about its significance—particularly given the timing. I wondered as well. The mountain lion is my power animal—a messenger and ally—and for one to penetrate a crowded area to “meet” a man with an acute health condition seemed meaningful.
Reflecting on this matter, a sentence suddenly popped into my consciousness, though it was not my thought. “He is trying to retruth himself,” the inner voice stated simply. Retruth himself? Even more curious than the phrase was my absolute knowing that there was something meant for me in this event. The lion captured my attention, and the phrase about retruthing felt important, as though I had been given a message by proxy. But why? I believed myself to be an honest person. What did “retruthing” have to do with me? The answer would be revealed in due time.
Soon after the lion incident, powerful energies started kicking up in my body, usually at night: clearly kundalini unleashing in fuller expression. In one common routine, an irrepressible thrashing began once I reached a certain state of relaxation—jerking me around, body and limb, incessantly for hours and hours, night after night, for months on end. This phenomenon of kundalini-catalyzed physical movements (called kriyas and believed to be how yoga postures originated) contorted me into positions that were most bizarre. I had no way of stopping this; it consumed hours of time I dearly wished to spend sleeping. An apparent explanation about one of these positions came in a lucid dream. I was shown a particular position (it resembled a symbol in human form), and told that arranging the body this way served to facilitate correspondence with the Pleiades! Next, a penetrating tone wailed through the atmosphere and woke me up—to find myself in that very position in bed with a sizable chunk of broken tooth lying on my tongue! Could an actual “tonal transmission” have beamed in from the Pleiades to my “human antenna,” and shattered my molar? It was quite a concept to entertain, but then, my notions regarding possibilities were being stretched by the hour.
Nocturnal phenomena came in abundance; it was just one way in which my life seemed turned inside out. Most things happened in the quiet of night; days were often spent recovering from the activities of the night before. I found myself out-of-body regularly, although as time went on, it seemed to become more a matter of shifting the focus of my attention to other aspects of my totality, often located in places that I’ve come to accept as “off planet.” As time went on, I caught on that this “me” with whom I identify so strongly is but a modicum of a much greater self; this body is like a small point at the end of a long, interdimensional sentence. I realize now that we are great configurations of consciousness, some portions of which are in physical bodies, others in energy bodies—quite possibly in other realms (i.e., higher dimensions, other worlds, or traveling craft). And still other aspects are sheer awareness possessing no form whatsoever. In the unified field of our holographic universe, myriad points of perception are available once we start unlocking the mystery—which is happening even as I write this.
One recurring “otherwhere” scenario seemed to be a campus, complete with dorms (I had a “studio,” quite nice), cafeterias (with food geared to support one’s current vibratory needs), and classrooms. In these environs, a ubiquitous glow emanated from everywhere, as though everything could be constructed of light. Returning to the earlier subject of those mysterious glyphs in the peripheries of my consciousness: in one learning setting, I found myself before screens of symbols, training in the language of codes. Occasionally my grandmother, who died when I was a teenager, stood behind me, observing my progress!
In another curious out-of-body experience, I had prayed to request help in expanding my ability to hold more of this total self, the existence of which had become obvious. I sought more conscious awareness and control over my evolutionary experience. That night I was “pulled out” and suspended directly over my body, measured in some way (I heard what seemed to be coordinates relayed up the “chain of command”), then given an infusion of energy that sounded like a combination of fax transmission and trickling water. I interpreted this as a transmission of codes (which have tonal counterparts), the significance of which still eludes my conscious mind to this day. I know on some level I’m storing knowledge to use eventually. Actually, I’m using it already during the “night moves” I experience; I just can’t remember much detail in ordinary consciousness.
I’ve also been shown a symbol that represents me: my name, or more exactly, my signature tone in graphic representation. I understand these symbols and codes to be a galactic language (possessing energies and purposes just beyond the communication of concepts), preparing us to step up in our roles as players on the greater galactic stage. First, an impending, unfathomably sudden (dare I say “quantum”) shift will occur en masse; then “Homo luminous” (the upgraded Homo sapiens) can join the Cosmic Collaboration.
One more “night theme” I’d like to relate involves healings I’ve received from other beings (or other aspects of my totality; a possibility I entertain). In one instance, I was pulled out of body and suspended vertically over my reclining form, while receiving pronounced thumps on either side of my lower back. I received the telepathic message that my kidneys were toxic and this would help flush them out. Turning around to see who was doing this work, I found a large (about seven feet tall) being of light with no discernible features suspended there behind me. Another time, I had an ongoing bout of terrible nerve pain in my right hand (related to pathcutting, I suspect; described further on). Again I was pulled out, given etheric surgery in a hospital setting, and returned to my body, where the energetic template of that surgery healed the physical condition; it was gone by morning.
The further I went down this rabbit hole, the curiouser it got, and the more expanded my sense of existence—and myself—became. Kundalini is the extraordinary fuel and guidance system for human expansion (a term I use interchangeably with enlightenment). Once you are accepted as its protégé, doors of reality begin flinging open in miraculous and mind-bending ways, and my inclination is to walk (or fly!) through them.
One preliminary symptom of active kundalini involved a pronounced sense of grief that dominated my emotions for months. This was puzzling, as it seemed connected to nothing in particular, just a continual, pressing, existential grief. I had no clue it was related to kundalini. Then the guides reported that I had a world of grief stashed in my second chakra (our energy bodies record virtually everything), which was being flushed up and out by kundalini. I hadn’t mentioned my state of grief to them, nor was the notion of kundalini yet on my radar; they just always knew things. They went on to explain that any energies of low vibration (which include negative emotions, even repressed or forgotten ones) must come up to be healed for good, because soon, only energies of a clearer, higher octave will survive in the New Earth (and the new us). Earth, or Gaia, is ascending into a higher vibrational state, as are we, right along with her in one massive, unprecedented event. The hour has come to deal with any and all lower, darker, or denser issues, from anywhere in time, as they are now emerging from the deep freeze of denial to be acknowledged, addressed, permanently healed, and released. This all makes for quite a shakeout—personally and planetarily, as evidenced by the breakdown of so many systems in our society and the upheavals Gaia herself is experiencing in her land masses, oceans, and weather.
In my current understanding, karma can’t simply float away or evaporate randomly of its own accord. One way it works itself out is to manifest corresponding physical symptoms: a proven effective attention-getting device! Because of the significant time period for the planet (the end of a great galactic cycle, when many souls are supposedly “graduating” from the karmic wheel of reincarnation), the energetic and psychic debris that kundalini is purging probably has roots spanning many lifetimes. So this undertaking has become quite interesting. Regarding the grief: eventually I focused it on the death of my mother years before and performed a ritual in her honor, which seemed to resolve the problem.
I was soon to discover that not only were my personal karmic issues imprinted throughout my body (in the nerves, organs, bones, and DNA) in need of healing and clearing, there was more work to be done through me, on behalf of my ancestors! This may sound extreme, but actually many of us have made agreements, or soul contracts, to do this for our ancestral lines. I view it as sweeping up after a long, multigenerational earth-plane bash (at least we had some fun, eh?). Karma created in the physical plane, it turns out, must be discharged here as well. This often occurs by proxy via someone who is willing to take it on in place of others—perhaps a biological ancestor, or a kindred acquaintance to whom the surrogate extends an act of generosity or karmic payback. The point is that a portion of any “light work” we do may well be on behalf of others. It took time for me to understand why I was having so many challenges, but when I understood that I was often processing various types of karma on behalf of others (in ways no mere mortal could conceivably orchestrate), the wisdom of the process was impressive. A person can withstand quite a lot if she understands the reasons behind it all.
An example of the emotional lineage work in which I was involved was depression karma, an insidious gift that gave of itself on both sides of my family. During sessions with my guides, I was led to understand how this emotional burden originated, perpetuated, and accumulated over generations. I clearly felt its sucking, dismal energy as it came up to be met, healed, and discharged. Eventually I came to regard genetic karma as an energetic entity that carries a family’s burden as long as it takes for it to be resolved at its causative root, at which point it is freed from that “tour of duty.” Viewing disease (or any karma) as a partner in learning, to my mind, is less antagonistic than the typical “illness as enemy” perception. It represents wounded psycho-spiritual aspects of ourselves, after all. Do we kick others when they’re down? This holistic “partnership” invites grace to participate in the healing journey.
As my kundalini kept doing its job, quite a bit of time went into numerous physical familial issues. Diseases originate in consciousness (or subconsciousness), which then lowers in vibration (probably in response to difficult life experiences) until it reaches the density of physical matter and finally results in illness—which then becomes genetically stamped and passed down to descendants. During one particularly trying period, I manifested symptoms of diabetes, a disease prevalent on my father’s side that caused his death after a long period of literal dismemberment. I worked on this family matter through my own biology and psychology for about a year. It wasn’t too surprising to hear that diabetes is rooted in the lack of sweetness in life—possibly even the inability to accept life’s sweetnesses. It’s not a big jump from the presence of family depression to family diabetes, going back centuries, possibly, to times of physical and emotional hardships that were then written on the DNA and genetically transmitted. (DNA is highly responsive to consciousness; it’s not a fixed blueprint, as was once believed.)
My unseen mentors explained what caused the symptoms plaguing me at the time (blacking out regularly from insulin shock) and advised in detail what to do about it. Their advice worked beautifully! This was quite a defining moment with my ascended team; my trust in them was sealed, and they continued to provide a loving lifeline for me through many difficult passages over the years. In a journey as long, harrowing, and daunting as mine was with kundalini, I could have incurred a fortune in medical bills trying to decipher so many strange and disparate symptoms. Thank heaven I understood the underlying commonality of these illnesses: it was Special K on a thorough deep-cleaning mission!
Beyond even the above-mentioned levels of cleansing, I (and many others—perhaps you as well) have apparently agreed to even more expansive service pertaining to what I think of as “batch karmic processing,” but which is more widely referred to now as pathcutting. As this phase of earthly existence quickly winds down, we pathcutters are quite busy. Whether I’m involved in this service to make amends for a major mistake in an earlier lifetime, or I’m just a hardy enough old soul that I’ve felt I could take on more than my personal share of karmic clearing for the team, I’m not sure. What’s quite clear, however, is that this is happening; I’ve been through a lot of it, as have many, many others who offer themselves as pathcutters for the transmutation of earthly karma.
The term pathcutting refers to completing (i.e., cutting) karmic bondage with the past, as well as forging ahead (bushwhacking) into the karma-free zone of the future. Pathcutters could be considered a transition team for the New Earth. The whole journey has assumed epic proportions, only the slightest fragments of which I am able to share in this space. One pathcutting project involves transmuting myriad viruses—a common issue because there are so many varieties presenting themselves at this time. This is due to all the acceleration of frequencies and raising of vibratory rates happening now: low-vibe, long-dormant viruses are getting agitated into action, to our collective discomfort, or worse. But they will not be an issue, nor will other parasitic life (or energy) forms, after the shift transpires.
At one point in my experience, I had severe abdominal pain on my left side that ebbed and flowed for weeks; I felt as though I had a gut full of broken glass. One night I crawled out of bed, flopped into my favorite chair, put my head back, and just surrendered the whole ordeal to God. The pain lifted immediately! Surrender isn’t something that comes easily for me, and the same could probably be said for most human egos. More common is whining for relief! Surrender has a particular quality involving trust that you and the greatest force in the universe, God, are not separate from each other. This realization can truly accomplish anything if the ego just steps aside and allows it. The woes of the world could be resolved if everyone got it. I apparently hit on it that night, because the pain vanished once and for all. In my next session with my guides, they jumped right in without my mentioning this event to congratulate me on transmuting a particular virus through my system, adding that it was now gone not only from me but from the entire planet! They confirmed it was the act of surrender that had done the trick.
Along a different trajectory, pathcutters are working on energizing five new chakras currently becoming active. (They aren’t actually new; they’ve just been largely dormant for eons.) Chakra activation—another service of our indefatigable kundalini—presents its own quirky experiences. For instance, when the chakra at the base of my skull, which functions like a receiving dish for telepathic communications, started sparking to life, I heard all kinds of loud “firing” going on in there, ranging from electrical sizzling to zipping to loud smacking—very similar to the sound of firecrackers going off—to the even louder, heart-stopping blast of what seemed like explosions detonating in my skull. Most anyone else would have hightailed it to a neurologist (if not the ER) with such symptoms, but I knew it was “just” kundalini putting that special chakra through its ignition sequence. And—in case you’re wondering—I have had quite a few telepathic and clairvoyant experiences since. Also, for the sake of full disclosure, I’ve endured quite a few massive headaches in the process.
Another chakra coming into its own is the “high heart” center, located between the throat and the heart, which generally vibrates the color aqua. It is paired with the long-depleted thymus gland, and its awakening will regenerate the thymus (responsible for our immunity and longevity) as well as support us in expressing the truth of our hearts. When this chakra started engaging, I became covered with unbelievable rashes on my chest, neck, and jaw. These energies are recalibrating our biological vehicles, and there is a period of physical adjustment and adaptation when this happens—especially for the more mature among us who are dealing with kundalini. The older the vehicle, the greater the gap between its model’s vintage features and the new hybrids coming down the pike—think of “indigos” and “crystal children,” who are born with the upgrades as standard equipment. I admit to quipping on occasion that I felt I was being “nuked by God.” This was not a thought I held with any seriousness, however; the energy behind the comment was of good humor, and humor can help you through some rough times.
The more this “transition team” works to create infrastructures for the New Earth and Homo luminous, the sooner we will all be able to enjoy the benefits (and responsibilities) of ascendant gifts such as telepathy, spontaneous healing, and eventually the unified human chakra, which will be in synergy with the unified field of the planet, functioning collaboratively in the blessed state of integrated oneness.
As my journey with kundalini progressed, I went through stages during which my ordinary senses amped up to extraordinary heights. For a time my olfactory sense was affected: I smelled everything so acutely that it was sometimes difficult to discern where the odors were coming from. Sometimes it was my hearing that was off the charts—or my nervous system. Hearing everything hyperacutely while simultaneously feeling one’s nerves vibrating to the verge (it seemed) of snapping makes for quite a stressful combination.
I might as well mention sex, as the subject tends to interest everyone. People who have heard of kundalini at all often associate the exotic-sounding term either with a type of yoga or incredible sex—and I’ll leave yoga for others to address. Because dormant kundalini sleeps at the base of the spine, once it awakens it may well send “good vibrations” through the whole neighborhood. Early on, around the time I was having the “red” and “launching” dreams, I was also noticing an amplified sexual component. I finally had some sense of what teenage boys go through when their testosterone starts raging! It was definitely distracting, and it also initiated a striking and creative array of dreams. The guides advised at the time that I enjoy as much sex as I liked while my root chakra balanced out. I have to say, this isn’t advice one expects to receive in conversations with spiritual beings. But they correctly assessed my situation, as usual, and my lower centers were cleared and opened in a grand way. It was nice to balance the earlier flood of grief with something quite the opposite![2]
A couple of years later, another go-round with this heightened sexual component came on, this time integrated with a previously unimaginable sense of divine love. The caliber of this experience was beyond anything I’d encountered before; I suddenly got the tantric idea of merging and flowing sacred masculine and feminine energies in a way through which a unified holy encounter can actually be achieved, and it involves understanding how to work with kundalini. I felt as though a thousand tumblers of some great lock had clicked into place, and an entirely new level of intimate experience opened up. This was also around the time I really “took in” Rumi, inhaling his poetry like it was my very breath. I met God through another person, and through myself as well, in this dynamic. I mean this literally, not figuratively; it was all light years beyond the typical interpersonal experience. My ego seemed to recede way into the background, and my spirit was experiencing the male/female dance in an entirely different way. It wasn’t romance; it was exaltation! I once had no understanding of, or appreciation for, the whole tantric sex thing; I even suspected it might just be an excuse used by spiritual types to sanctify their carnal appetites. Now I can comprehend genuine sacred union, and I believe it to be the way all intimacy will be expressed in the awakened world to come. Our bodies are wired to merge with the divine, in a most intoxicating, blissful state of grace, through each other! This, my friend, is the ultimate Big O. Who knew?
After kundalini had been putting me through my paces for a few years, something truly amazing happened one night. It seemed to be an initiation or graduation ritual of Divine magnitude. I was once again pulled out of my body and escorted in my lightbody state into a realm of light unlike anything I’d ever seen or experienced before. I found myself ascending through fields of white light; strata of light would actually convey a more exact representation. I rose through layers of light that seemed denser in some places, and louder in others—yes, louder, as this light was not just silent and luminous, it was vibrant and crackling loudly with energy and life. If you were to imagine going up past the floors of a building in a transparent elevator, and all the floors consisted of varying densities of whiteness that emitted complex electrical sounds, you’d have an approximation of what this was like. Moreover, I was aware that there were many others in this place going through the same experience as I. Crazy as it this may sound, when I reflect on this, it reminds me of a crowd of lightbodies being led through a “lightbody purification process,” like a car wash!
At one point I dropped back into my body and sat up excitedly to take notes. But documentation would have to wait, because off again I went, back to the crackling light and the others who were there. I spent the better part of an entire night in these energies. In the morning, I was stunned by the experience: what on earth (or off earth) was that about? I took stock. I was still alive, I noticed—presumably a good thing. I hadn’t graduated to “angel status” or some such during those hours in the deep, living light. It actually seemed an ordinary morning by all initial appearances; but how could everything be so normal after a night like that? What was the point?
As the day went on, it became apparent that something was different, something I could never have imagined until I was living it. My perceptions had expanded to the point at which I seemed to pop through a membrane of ordinary existence into the unified field, the great hologram, which I now realize is the true nature of this creation. This was a subtle perceptual alteration, and gentle—but radically different from the norm nonetheless. In this state, I clearly felt the oneness of all of it—this body I wear, the tree outside the window, the bird in the tree, the beauty in the world, the pain in it as well—all of it is an extension of me, as I am an extension of it. All is intimately connected; all is one.
If someone or something crossed my mind, I instantly felt a “runway of light” roll out between me and that person or thing; I came to understand that it was that part of my totality (or the totality of which I’m an aspect) which is John, or the rainforest, or Afghanistan, or the moon, or beings or events in parallel planes, or distant galaxies— all of it. It’s as much a part of me as is the foot at the end of my leg. And amazingly, it’s all beautiful. It is perfection, which seems ludicrous to say considering all the agony in the world. But there’s a living, loving perfection in the essential fabric of everything. Actually, the fabric is primarily a screen upon which our reality is a collective fabricated projection. We perceive our physical world as “real,” and our dreams, for instance, as unreal, insubstantial. In my current worldview, though, the dreamtime is closer to what’s real (and enduring) than is the physical universe. In days to come, we will awaken en masse to this “unreasonable fairy tale,” and life on earth will shift in an instant. Its false foundations are crumbling even as I tap away on my keyboard here, preparing the playing field for a very new game.
The screen that now holds us entranced by the projections we produced ourselves like movies and then allowed to become “life,” will be transmuted in a way that will no longer hold these false projections of psychological bondage, physical limitation, uneven distribution of resources, disconnection from the God Source, and so on. Much like my lightbody being purged of so much karma and illusion about the nature of reality after a gradual, multilevel cleansing by kundalini over the years, so is the energy of our universe about to be cleansed in a cosmic “system reset.”
Of course, this is all fodder for deep discourse, which is not possible in the context of this essay, but plenty of information is now available about quantum physics, the unified field, the holographic universe, and so on. One book that might be a suitable start along these lines is The Disappearance of the Universe by Gary Renard. It is a friendly and accessible read and points to what I have known to be true since the revelations of my deep light experience.
The beautiful sensation of oneness I had lasted for about six weeks following my night in the light. The best single word I can use to describe how oneness feels is buoyant. In the unified field, nothing is separate from anything else, no one is competing with anyone else, there are no “agendas,” there are no duplicities, and nothing is to be gained by taking something away from someone else. It is truly like being a self-aware drop floating in a crystal clear ocean of bliss. Nothing bothered me; I loved it all. I was in the world but not of it, and feel that this is how it’s meant to be; this is the elegance of a system that works, and this is what we are shifting toward: no competition or opposition, no estrangement, no egoic distortions and attachments, nothing to lose, fear, or feel threatened by. The difficulties will be in the interim between here and there, as our screen becomes cleansed of all the “burn-in” of our collective, dark trance.
As I was writing this essay, I had a lively recurrence of kundalini activation, complete with kriyas, major electrical disturbances (including blown circuits and a crashed computer), a few visions, and a couple of “downloaded messages.” It’s been quite a while since I’ve had such an energetic period as this; I have no doubt it came on in response to my focus on the subject! (It doesn’t take much to charm the serpent from its basket; a little attention will often do it.) So in closing, I thought I’d share one concise message that came through in the process regarding kundalini’s role in the imminent, spontaneous evolution of man: