Kundalini is the Goddess; She is far beyond the body of man.

The metaphors used to depict Her presence in us are exactly that—metaphors. She is not a chakra. She doesn’t get enlarged, overactive like some kind of glandular disorder.

Kundalinī is Śakti. Śakti! Pārvatī. Wife of the One—Śiva. She is the Great Mother—Mā Durgā—Mother Nature. Prakṛti. She is bigger than the body, folks. Bigger than mind. Too vast for mere poetry to paint.

She cannot be grasped—it’s impossible. And neither can She be avoided. So, our limited minds try to roll Her up into limited ideas that we might reconcile.

The phenomenon of Kundalinī arisen goes well beyond what you may have imagined. You may have briefly touched down on Her potential, but for the most part, we tend to roll Her up in a body feeling.

How small—to confine the Goddess to a personal feeling.

That’s almost as bad as personifying God as an old man sitting on a cloud somewhere making willful decisions to effect individual lives.

Talk about ego-orientation!

The yogin practice a Tantra that takes us beyond the discrimination of mind, into a dimension of reality upon which all else rests. A broader reality that serves as backdrop to that what is viewed at the forefront of mind. Some call it turīya—a vast emptiness: a great Silence. 

True, there is only One reality.

As we awaken to that limitless reality—as the veils are removed like the lifting of rain into a sunlit day, perspective broadening as the eye meets the horizon, deepening as sight turns inward, quickening as I greets Silence and knows itself to be nothing—the Seer awakens to simply Be.

THEN! And only then, is something like a union with Goddess akin to still only beginning to be understood.

Krishnamurti gives us a powerful dose of the conceptual—intellectualization, rationalization, contextualization of every concept enjoyed by man!

CG Jung, who coined the term spiritual psychosis when speaking on Kundalinī at a symposium of psychologists, while cautioning on the western propensity for psychological confusion, malady and malaise, warned in that same meeting to stay away from eastern concepts for which the western mind is not culturally conditioned to deal with properly. This very same CG Jung, proponent of the parapsychological, told you that Kundalinī is God, bigger than the western adaptation of the term into its New Age.

Even Gopi Krishna, pioneer in the logical discourse of quantum consciousness, still himself only ever refers to feelings of fire, of joy, of radiance, of enlightenment, of union, of expansion, of pain, of this and that, and this and that, and this and that. 

Feelings! 

Horrific feelings. Depressed feelings. Elated feelings. Feelings. Feelings. Feelings.

He was an avid proponent for the activation of the feminine nature. Yet, he remains just that, a powerful activist and champion of balanced human nature.

Laudable.

But friends, family. That is not Kundalini arisen.

Intellectual perspective shifts, emotional fluctuation, higher morality, deeper understanding, behavioral adjustment, personality changes, the eight aids to Yoga, (Aṣṭāṅga Yoga), etc.—these are for the purification and readying of the body-mind vehicle. In and of themselves, they still may or may not provide something like a fertile ground for the manifestation of Goddess consciousness within you.

Even as Gopi Krishna has called for Kundalinī to be savior of the human race, and the evolution towards which we are destined—see the reality of our evolution as it unfolds today. We are forever fifty-fifty. Half want to throw stones, while the other half want peace on Earth. Forever has it been so, forever must it be. That is what it means to live in a dual paradigm. Where one judgement lives, so must the other. One side of the coin cannot live without the other.

Where Kāma goes, Krohda laughs at him.

But I tell you, once you have gone beyond, beyond beyond, all the way beyond—gyate gyate—the Prajñaparamita—only then will you understand. Then, yes, sure: Your behavior, and feelings, and this and that will be different. But you will have gotten over the tumult of mind. The tumult will be stilled.

That tumult is not the rising, nor the arisen. It is the purification process only!

Look. I don’t talk about miracles often. But let me share just one, for context. Just a tiny example of how She transfers, and manifests, internally, and externally, completely independent of me.

First, see. There was this puppy.

Once upon a time, I was sitting with my master on the side of a narrow, dirt road, in a small town in the Himalaya. Specs of dust on the side of the road, taking tea under the sunshine, watching the play of the people. It was a very narrow road; two cars traveling in opposite directions could barely pass one another.

After some time, the cars created a jam and stopped moving. That’s when I heard the crying. A great suffering was happening someplace up the road, and the sound pulled me. Curious, I went to examine its source.

A bus and a car were parked in a face-off holding all the other cars back in either direction, and between them, laying in the road, was a puppy. It was crying like anything. A bloody mess. Maybe it was hit by one of the cars or something—I don’t know.

The townspeople were gathered around, like townspeople do, talking about the jam, staring, complaining, kicking up dust.

That poor puppy was just crying.

Poor little pup.

I don’t know anything. I only knew to take that pup in my arms, and bring it to a shade place under the awning of a roadside stall.

It was shivering, and crying, and bleeding like anything. But, I didn’t really feel anything at all. Or maybe something like compassion was there in me, but there was nothing passionate about it. It was a rather matter-of-fact kinda feeling. In fact, I can’t really consider that it was me who was feeling or doing anything at all in that moment. I was a spec of dust blown by the wind in the direction of that puppy, brought to that place for him only. I existed only for the puppy. In that moment, I was its protector and benefactor.

I sat down with that pup in my arms, and took out a bottle mineral water from my backpack. I unscrewed the cap, poured a few drops of water into the cap, and poured the capful onto the pup’s head, just blessing, sharing a little love.

I didn’t see the crowd around me yet, wouldn’t notice them until the operation had concluded. I have no idea why they’d huddled close, or what they saw. But in the blink of an eye, that puppy was suddenly jumping in my face, licking at me, all happy and healed—not a trace of blood remained on its fur! And neither did I think anything at all about that.

I was in joy. So utterly happy when the little thing jumped from my arms and danced itself back onto the road, back into the life, galloping away at the full speed of young puppy life. And I watched as it went off, proud of life itself, feeling something like bliss. That’s when I noticed for the first time the people staring at me in awe. I still don’t know what they saw.

My master approached me; He’d been watching from the sidelines and just chuckled. “Lucky puppy” is all he said, offhandedly.

Later, he would tell me that the townsfolk were shaken because of their blind faith in magic. They had watched with equal bits awe and apprehension because there were legends in those hills of another monk who healed in just such a way—a thimbleful of water, a bit of chanting and poof! Good health.

All this by way of conveying a single experience of Kundalinī transference through me.

The Goddess rises—not from the tailbone, but from the earth.

She rises without calling on Her. She rises, and She acts, when I doesn’t get in the way.

It is She! She is the doer. I just be me. Nothing here.

I am nothing without Her, and anything at all if She says so.

That is Kundalinī.

And the response of the little I to all that is: “Wow! Way to go, Mom.”

And then I can go on analyzing all that, too.

One does not go siddhi chasing, because chase and chase, you will not develop any kind of siddhi. Don’t chase—but be something else entirely. All that will naturally arise in you, and through you, and at that time, you won’t care about any of that anyway.

So, the masters say from the beginning, not to care about any of that. But when the Goddess rises, you better believe there will be signs far beyond the subjective.