TIME FRAME 1979-1983
It was now the summer of 1979. I was 33 years
old and on my own for the first time in my life. Well, that is, I was on my own
for three weeks. Kundalini was awake and she needed love-lots of it and lots of
Not "doing it," but really making love.
Tantric sex, without the lessons, sex which flushed its magic up my spine, and
his, and promised Goddess Kundalini that, eventually, She would join Her God in
the Thousand Petal lotus of the crown chakra.
For me, this kind of sex had to be filled
with love, deep, passionate love. For eleven years, my only real love was my
children and a few friends. Now I was in love with a man, totally,
uncontrollably and passionately. But he wasn't the father of my children and too
often, I had to choose between them and him, actually between them and myself.
I had spent a lifetime repressing and
"depressing" my emotions. Now I had my first taste of love and my appetite for
more was unquenchable.
After being together for a year, we moved to
the beach. It was too far away to study with Mrs. Reed, but I did continue to
get my written channelings from the Long Island organization. I really don't
think I was very spiritual at that time. I had not yet totally forgiven God,
myself, for saying everything would be alright.
In other words, I had not yet learned that I
was the creator of my life. It wasn't until I entered my Ph.D. program, and some
very deep therapy, that I was able to gain a degree of mastery over my emotions
and release my addiction to being a victim.
Daily, I studied the astrology that I had
leaned from Mrs. Reed. I was still a ship without a Captain and I needed to
consult astrology, tarot, and psychics as often as I could.
I could not yet believe that I knew all the
answers in a higher dimensional component of myself. My consciousness was still
primarily limited to the third dimension, although there were frequent pleas,
and some visits, to the fourth dimension to seek help.
After establishing my own consulting business
as an audiologist, I was struck square that I did not enjoy the work and that I
definitely could not spend my whole life doing it. After the divorce, in fact
immediately after the divorce, I was married to my new Love.
Now, with a happy marriage, and fulfilling my
long time desire of moving to the beach, I could no longer "settle" for a job
that was not my heart's calling. Lady Kundalini had awakened and She could not
just "work." She had to serve from the heart if She were to continue Her upward
Interestingly, the second chakra rules the
water element and when my Kundalini moved into the second chakra I moved to live
one-half block from the water. Also, it was time now to focus on my children.
They had had to survive a crazy mother in deep denial, my going to grad school,
an absentee father, a divorce, and a mom and dad who instantly hooked up with
someone else after the divorce.
So, did I really focus on my children and
give them all my attention? No, at least not directly. I went into a Ph.D.
program and, luckily for them, went into intensive psychotherapy. Boy, did I
need it! Finally, I was able to hear and heal some of my long repressed pain. I
could stop reacting to and start creating my life.
Besides the fact that I had yeast infections,
or was it honeymooner's disease?, for two years, my body faired pretty well.
Besides, I was in grad school studying Clinical Psychology and in weekly
therapy, so I could release pain from my psyche rather than manifesting it in my
My program was very mind-body oriented. My
program also helped me align the masculine energy of my analytical mind with the
female energy of my inner reflection. This allowed Lady Kundalini to maintain
her balance of masculine and feminine polarities as She journeyed through my
Interestingly enough, shortly after I had
experienced hypnotic regression into my childhood uncovering how I had really
felt when my father abandoned me, my yeast infections stopped. My body was
saying to me, "Are you sure you can trust him, any him? Maybe, he will abandon
you like all the other men in your life." But the body can't speak English so it
The pain starts as a whisper, but we bravely
carry on like the good troopers that we are. Then, to get our attention, it
speaks in a little louder pain, but we are brave. We can endure our suffering
Then, the body has had it and it yells,
"PAIN!" Then we listen. However, too often we listen as the victim and cannot
understand the very clear message that the body that you are living in is
My body was saying, "You/we are afraid. You,
meaning the you that lives inside of me/body, are still too frightened to really
trust yourself and your loved ones. Furthermore, you still have mountains of
repressed anger." It would take until Kundalini entered my third chakra before I
could even begin to understand my anger. However, I did release a lot of it
while She was in the second chakra.
FINAL INITIATION FOR THE SECOND CHAKRA
Whereas the final initiation for my first
chakra was VERY obvious, the initiation for my second chakra was subtle. Even as
a child I had had many fourth dimensional experiences in the Land of Faerie, but
all the denied emotions had stopped my further experiences in the higher planes.
I had reached a psychic plateau and I blamed
God, or was it men that I blamed. Or, perhaps I was really angry it at my own
masculine self who got the bright idea of going out on "his" own. Anyway, my
repressed anger had made me a victim, and the Spiritual Path stops when the
traveler cannot take responsibility for the life he/she has created.
When I entered therapy, more and more of my
unconscious mind became conscious. Then I became aware of the many "hidden
agendas" that were really in control; for example, my getting the MA to "save
the marriage." If I had been conscious of the hidden agenda of leaving the
marriage, I would not have fallen into such devastation when the marriage ended.
I would have looked at my divorce as a
success and been happy that my education allowed me to get employment even
though I would have to re-take my test. But, that was not the case. I had built
my life upon illusion, and when the bubble popped, I was devastated.
As my unconscious mind and all the pain and
confusion that it held became accessible to my conscious mind, I created a
pathway through the Lower Astral Plane. With a clear pathway through my pain and
fear, I began to have physic experiences that came from the higher sub-planes of
the fourth dimension as well as from the higher dimensional components of my
I stopped pouring over my astrology readings
and consulting psychics at every turn and I began to go inside to really listen
to my guidance. I connected with both the masculine and feminine aspects of my
inner guidance and developed an intimate relationship with them. That is when I
began to trust my self and others.
Gradually, and almost unknowingly, I had
stepped upon the second step to Soul.
THE SECOND STEP TO SOUL
Tentatively, she stepped onto the second step
to Soul. Craning her neck, she peered into the crystal atop the second pillar.
But, what she saw was NOTHING. For, within the crystal, was the void and, within
the void, was nothing ~ nothing and everything. Within the void the seed of
creativity lay nestled deep in the core of possibility. In fact, it was HER
center of creativity and HER center of possibility, the possibility of
everything, as well as, the possibility of nothing.
She stared deeply into the nothingness and
felt a place inside herself resonate to its call. She pulled back in fear and
astonishment. Could she be empty, yet full, of creative potential? Could she
have a void inside of her? The idea frightened her but also enticed her.
If she looked too deeply into the crystal,
would she become lost ~ lost in the crystal and lost in herself? She leaned
forward again to look into the crystal. Too late, she felt the connection. The
void pulled her into it, or did she leap? Once in the void she could no longer
decipher how she had entered.
In the void, all opposite polarities became
one, and all that had once been the same, polarized into opposition. Concepts of
her mind and experiences of her emotion blurred into a nothingness that was
simultaneously peaceful and frightening. Her thoughts could not exist within the
void. There was nothing for them to understand or to analyze. Her emotions
became so confused that they canceled each other out.
What could she hold on to? What could she
understand, feel, know, or question? All experience of familiarity disappeared
in an onslaught of ultimate stimulation and complete negation of sensation.
Light fell into darkness in the exact moment that it was created. Loneliness and
unity danced in and out of reality. She lost all sense of her self ~ the self
that once existed before she entered the void.
Life and death, birth and decay, whirled
together in harmony to the sweet music of potential. Currents of light and sound
flickered in and out of existence and encompassed her with such force that she
felt engulfed, enlivened, suffocated and rejuvenated.
And then ~ it was over.
It was almost as if the void had spun her
out, out into a world that was now foreign to her. Immediately upon leaving the
void, all that she had experienced was forgotten. However, the lack of self that
existed within the void emerged from it with a virginal perception of reality.
The clouds cleared and the sun was seen in
its fullest glory. Blossoms bloomed upon the trees, small flowers began to open,
and birds chirped a welcome to the morning as the dew released the scent of
To survive the void was to die ~ die in order
to be reborn ~ then reborn in order to die again and again. Die to each day, to
each moment, to each memory, and to each sorrow. Life and death were one.
Nothing and everything was one. Forever and never were continuous. The clock
ceased to tick. The space was not traveled, yesterday never happened and
tomorrow will not come.
In every second, which did not exist as time,
she was born again. As eternity collapsed into the NOW she was new. Separation
became Unity. Aloneness became Reunion ~ reunion with all and reunion with Self.
The flower ceased to exist, but its essence remained.
If only she could remember ~
that which had never happened.
CONTINUE TO THE THIRD CHAKRA
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