Day Two of the Chronicle:
Granted, it’s strange to begin this chronicle eight months into an ongoing event, without any obvious explanation. What’s even odder has been my disinclination to write about any of this. I am a professional writer, successful enough to being doing it full-time.
Am I seeking anonymity with this account as a means of avoiding ridicule? Possibly. Veracity is a hard sell, especially with something posted online. But there’s more to it than that. I don’t feel my professional reputation is remotely relevant to my Kundalini experiences. In fact, I can see it getting in the way. Especially because there’s nothing I want to sell regarding those experiences. Not here, not now and probably not ever. Nor am I interested in readers coming here only to then chase down my books and start buying them. That’s not what this is about. Nor have I any interest in becoming a guru, or becoming someone who is ‘followed’. I have nothing to offer. As for stalkers, I’ve had a few and that’s no fun at all.
So, what is it about? Well, to begin with, it’ll be a confession of sorts. This happened to me and this is what’s still happening to me. Go figure. Beyond being a confession, this will also be an exploration of these strange, unexpected experiences, as I try to work things out (knowing beforehand and with a fair amount of certainty that I probably never will figure it out). I’ll recount events and experiences as objectively as possible, and then follow on with my thoughts, theories and impressions.
I’ll keep personal details to a minimum. I’m a male with North European ancestry, late fifties, married (for the moment, since, if no-one’s said this before, I will: a Kundalini Awakening is not nice to a relationship). I hold three degrees. My background is in the social sciences. My religion was atheist tending in the last decade to agnosticism (oh and yes, I do think atheism is a faith, bound by the same stringent certitude you’ll find in any other faith). Until my Kundalini Awakening, I had no experience with mystical or spiritual events, contacts, revelations or whatever you wish to call them (barring one episode I’ll get to later). I knew next to nothing about Kundalini, chi, Yang and Yin energies, and the few times I’d tried having acupuncture it had done nothing for me.
Since this a chronicle it should have started at the beginning. Instead, here’s my flashback. I’m writing in linear fashion. No cut and paste here. It’s all coming out now, beginning yesterday when I typed ‘8 months in…’
It’s August, 2017. Let’s go back to January, where in the course of ten harrowing days my whole world (and world-view) was overturned.