An excerpt from Guru Nanak’s Japji:
When the hands, the feet, the whole body becomes dirty, water washes it all away.
When the clothes are stained with urine, soap and water removes the stain.
But when our psyches are polluted with the dirt that comes from the pain we inflict on others…
Only our true selves can restore us to our original color.
The virtuous, the unvirtuous, what a person says does not determine who they are.
It is the actions we perform, over and over again, that get recorded and go along with us.
What seeds I sew, that food I have to eat.
Nanak, it is the will of the divine. Nanak, in the will of the divine…
We come and we go.
This is our karmas. One repetition of a mantra with a good heart can make some karmas vanish. Others, you might have to chant for a thousand years…
Who is to say?
We have to find out..
To fuck around is to find out. There are many ways of doing both. What are you seeking?
Ah, the kundalini yoga immersion, during one of the rowdiest eclipses I have been through, or rather….meditated and cosmically surfed through.
I watched the scales of Justice in this universe balance themselves in a way I had ceased to believe possible..until now.
It was also the beginning of publicly sharing a path I’d been on for some time (via Substack) although it was for patrons only. There has to be some sacredness to it.
Of course, money is not the only form of currency. I suspect soon it will not be a currency at all, as collapse of this fraudulent system is imminent…
But an online platform where I can’t see anyone and you can’t see me, we are rather limited. And until the grand collapse, we still need those templar notes for food, water, shelter, guns, and ammunition.
Onward:
It was the 5 day Kundalini Yoga Immersion for the 2023 October Eclipse. Each session, multiple hours per session, correlated with a different planetary body, and balanced the reflection of that energy within our psyches.
Vedic, Yogic, Tibetan Buddhist and Sikh teachings were beautifully woven throughout the experience. I shared all that I could. I scribed to the best of my ability.. but when it comes down to it.. words are only a synthetic substitute for the real thing.
The winter solstice kundalini retreat is next week.
The Four Purusharthas, the inherent values of the Universe: Artha, Kama, Dharma and Moksha, will be explored in depth during this experience.
The last one we did?
I entered a realm I had only previously come close to with large doses of LSD.
Except I was entirely sober, and the frequency far more profound. That is simply my only other frame of reference for popping out of the energetic muck we call the 3D realm like a buoy, and all of a sudden being like… HOLY SHIT … THIS!?
Yup. F*ckin THIS.
I remember laying down at night and experiencing my body as each individual atom, spinning at a rapid rate, and to my surprise, being pulled apart… as a much larger current moved through me.
Good thing I was sober, or that would have scared the shit out of me. But I knew what was happening, sort of… so I continued to breathe, and fell asleep.
The following sessions took place during the 5 day retreat:
🌟 Opening Ceremony and Jupiter:
🌟 Saturn:
🌟 Mars:
🌟 Venus:
🌟 Mercury:
🌟 MOON (and morning of the eclipse):
🌟 SUN & Closing Ceremony were not written about.
Two reasons:
One… I still haven’t integrated it to where I can articulate it.
Two… something came to me during this experience:
It told me to STOP giving things away before they had integrated.
Some things aren’t meant to be given away at all. But others..
I noticed I had a tendency to share to a detriment, to give a gift away before I had truly received it. This is a surefire way to burn yourself out, among other things.
We live in a way of rapid consumption and rapid production. Do you feel yourself exhausted by both? Or one over the other?
As far as what I did share and how deep we did go…
This upcoming Winter Solstice retreat will be the same.
I will share all I am able, and it will be done with great care.
This takes place next week. We begin December 21st and go through until the 23rd.
If you want to be part of the journey, you’re welcome to subscribe.
If not, I’m sure you will still have zero dull moments, as life moves incredibly fast, and every platform for communication seems to grow more saturated by the second.
Plus, holidays and stuff.
💡 Isn’t it funny that the most frenzied time of the year for us humans is the time when nature is asking us to be the most quiet? To be the most inner-dwelling and reflective?
“Look over there…look anywhere but where the Universe is beckoning you to look…” says the trap. 👁
I dream of a day when we can all gather outdoors at a festival for healing and the sharing of ideas and art…. for the gathering of unity, resilience, and resistance, for a place where our hopes, dreams and ideas can actualize themselves in the physical world, and leave this algorithmic ghetto we call the virtual world.
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"Some things aren’t meant to be given away at all."
I love it when a short and sweet sentence says so much more than what the mere words convey. Like you, I too have held back from sharing many experiences on Substack (and other platforms) precisely because they weren't meant to be shared. Perhaps it is because the experience was for my eyes, my mind, and my soul alone that, if shared would actually serve to cheapen the experience. And to do so defeats the purpose of the experience. Sometimes our communications with the divine are meant for us and us alone, because it is precisely what we needed to witness in those special moments.
Sometimes we ARE meant to share them. And we can only hope to possess the wisdom to not only know the 'what' but the proper 'how'. Meanwhile the 'why' sustains its all too common ambiguity.
Lovely essay ma'am.