The Accidental Buddha

PREFACE: What if God were all of us?                                                                                                                     A Personal Spiritual Journey

I am an Introvert who sometimes masquerades as an extrovert. I am neither a Buddhist nor am I a member of any Religion. In fact I have lived all but the past eleven or so years of my life as a happy accepting and contented atheist who believed that this life was all that there was. I eschewed all religion, including Buddhism ferociously. And just hearing anyone utter the word 'God,' was to me, the proof that whoever had made the utterance, was obviously delusional.  So I am was and continue to be enormously bemused to have found myself on a so called Spiritual Path. Though this of course has nothing to do with the teaching of religions or the adherence to any.

A more accurate description of my path, is that it has been a search for truth focusing on the spiritual essence within, and that this came about as a result of having had my curiosity awakened in a way that was impossible to ignore.  This search has lead me to the understanding of that essence within human beings which is called a spirit, as well as that which is the soul. The two are not interchangeable, even though they are sometimes used as such: and that the spirit within every single human who was ever born, is the very same consciousness that pervades the entire universe, the same energy that we call Source or any one of the various names that humans and religions have for The Creator known widely as God.

My search for life's existential and spiritual answers, was woefully slow and stumbling. My arrival at my present knowing with it's gifts of peace and happiness, owes everything to serendipity, brave naivety, and an indulgent loving guiding consciousness rather than to the acceptance of any commonly held spiritual beliefs or sanctioned predetermined path. I think that it is important for me to tell some of these stories so that a visitor to the site will understand the lens through which I write the posts on the site. The message that I want more than anything to impart, is that we should each be independent seekers and allow the answers to come from within. Books, videos, talks and courses are helpful to expose us to knowledge and to foster deep contemplation, they should be used to point toward the self for their interpretation, resonance or usefulness.

For as long as I can remember, as far back to two years of age, I have had countless mysterious and now I know spiritual experiences take place in my life. I have also always had a heightened degree of cognition in whatever I turned my my mind and attention to. I was a bright child who started high school at ten years old.  However in spite of my early scholastic promise, I was extremely bored with my school lessons through high school and beyond and spent most of my time in formal education, paying little attention to what was being taught. By the time that I was eighteen, I figured out that when I made a conscious effort to pay just a little more attention, perhaps as small as ten percent more, then the material that I was being taught, went into my brain almost as if through osmosis, and I never needed to review it again. What was more, I could then magically re-produce it when it was time to sit an exam. That suited me just fine, so I gave ten percent more to reap the benefits. I really disliked formal learning and preferred to spend my time in my head. From my early childhood, there were many occasions when I have been consciously able to pull any information that I needed,  out of thin air. This was a kind of amusing little thing to me; something that many not everyone could do, but I could do whenever I wanted. Sometimes the information would arrive instantly and at other times there was a delay. Later on in life, I found that this could be information no longer waited for me to ask for it. and it could be about someone's private life experiences, their intentions and thoughts, or things that would later happen. And this information came into my mind without me having a conscious desire to know. Of course when I desired to know, the information would then be even more complete.

This ability to have information 'pop' into my consciousness, took yet another interesting though intrusive turn. Starting in my teenage years and continuing up to present time, I would pull specific inventions out of the air.  These were things that I previously knew nothing about, or how to accomplish the end result.  Some were complex items, others smaller and more simple. Only later when I heard that several of the inventions that I had seen been invented and introduced into the world did I finally come to realize that I was picking up the thoughts of those souls that working on these items, were having. Thoughts first create their ethereal results in the dimension outside of, and above our own third dimension reality, and as more thoughts are focused by the creators of a particular idea, the creation become more solid. and visible as a real thing. Initially I had no idea how and why I would see these things, and contrary to what the reader may be thinking, my awareness neither enjoyed or profited from the overload of information. Because whenever I focused on these things that presented themselves to my mind, then my every waking moment and thinking would be overwhelmed to the point of being consumed by these ideas. There were many times that I had to bargain with the part of myself that was happily looking in this dimension and in others, for new and interesting things to see to "turn it down" so that I could function in the everyday world. About twenty five years ago, one of these puzzling ideas for an invention that just popped into my mind out of the blue, was the Segway. I remember seeing it in perfect detail in it's finished form and thinking to myself that it seemed both useful and fun. 

WE HAVE COME....

into this exquisite world to experience ever and ever more deeply our divine courage, freedom and light!.    Hafiz

This ability extended to my observing a photographic image of someone or a place, for me to be able to receive correct information about that person, thing or place. For most of my childhood, I assumed that other people's minds worked exactly in the same way that my own mind did. I reasoned that everyone’s inner voice was also far-reaching and expansive in the things that it revealed to each individual.  And to some extent, I did enjoy being able to know things without needing to learn them or be told about them. However I eventually started to become uneasy with, and afraid of my intuition. So I tried my best to get stop it from telling me things. My fear was that I would know when friends or family would meet misfortune or would die. However while I succeeded somewhat in muting this ability, it never completely went away. Then as a teenager, I had two very distinct spontaneous out of body experiences, both only for brief periods, but irrevocably burned into my memory and causing me to question my sanity. And It was not until I was a young adult, that I began to realize, that my way of being, was definitely a little outside of what might be considered normal. Perhaps it was just as well that I had failed to clue in earlier that life as I knew it, was quite different from what those around me experienced.

By then, I had developed a pragmatic attitude to all of these many odd occurrences. To my way of looking at it, these things happened, that was just the way it was. And I compartmentalized this portion of life, neatly packing it away and I never saw any need to mention it either to my parents, other family members or to friends. In fact for the most part, I avoided giving my strange experiences much thought. I rarely if ever allowed myself to think about them once each had occurred. And only in the past few years, did all of these strange happenings begin to make any sense whatsoever. Now I know that my easy spiritual awakening and intuitive knowledge and understanding, have as their origins the same source that had put those experiences in my life.

Growing up, I was an extremely imaginative and precocious child who loved my own company and the thoughts in my head, much more than I did playing with other children. When I was 5 years old, my mother informed me that I was going to be attending Sunday School. This meant going to the Anglican Church that my mother attended once a year during the Easter observances, to be indoctrinated in the church's teaching of the Bible. I remember that I viewed this as odd since my mother never bothered much about church herself or made any mention of the Bible at home.  I guessed that she imagined that she was following the rule-book for good parenting. What bothered me most, was that I knew that Sunday School was about socializing with other well- brought up little children. I was horrified at the idea, and the first thought in my mind was that I would have to play and interact with these other children. Even at that age, something inside me, did not consider myself to be as childish as other children in my age group. I was already a very independent soul afflicted with what was assumed to be shyness, and I had no desire to play childish games, or to change anything about myself in order to fit in. I need not have worried, I did not fit in at Sunday School and so I was left happily alone on the fringes of that gathering of five and six year olds, who recognized themselves in each other.  I have no memory of having learned anything in Sunday School as I tuned out the moment the classes began and went off to play in my head or wonder why adults did the irrational things that they did.  In later years I did wonder though, if my subconscious recording of these lessons did not serve as the basis for my knee-jerk rebellion against Christian teachings and interpretations of the Bible.

While I do not remember the exact age when things came to a head between myself and God, I know for sure that I was still a young child when I initiated one of those proverbial “come to Jesus moment," with this God of the Bible. I informed him exactly what I thought of his unkindness because of all the ills and misery that he had visited on the world and on humans. And I informed him in no uncertain terms that I did not like him. I also told him that his behavior and his words did not make sense; that I felt that he was just a bully and that since he had made me, then he obviously gave me my stubborn streak and so if he did not like what I had to say then too bad, he could stuff it!. What had brought about this crisis of existentialism?. Two things; first I had come face to face with the widely held religious understanding, obviously some of those Sunday School, lessons had surreptitiously sneaked into my subconscious mind,  that I was born in sin. And second, that there was nothing that I could do about this sad fact unless I repented. And to add insult to injury, I was told that the sins of the father visited the children. This was the breaking point for me. It all seemed like unholy injustice to me. I was outraged. It went against my sense of fair play, kindness and love, and I rebelled. Big time. I cannot say why I was not afraid of what God might do to me, I only know that I was infinitely much more concerned for standing up for what I believed was right. Even though my parents were okay and did not seem to me to have any major sins that could be visited on me and my beloved grandparents were even higher on my childish estimation of "good."  Therefore in theory, I did not have too much to worry about as far as being tarred with the sins of my forbears. 

Now being respectful to adults, much less to God, was deeply ingrained in my upbringing, sometimes with the aid of having my hide tanned. It was just a part of the culture that I grew up in. In truth I found my mother's take no prisoner approach to instilling good manners in me, far more intimidating than what God might do to me. I never told my mother what I thought of this God that she had sent me to Sunday School to learn more about. For his part, I can only imagine back then, that God was perhaps amused by my antics of speaking up for what I believed in, as adults sometimes are by feisty intelligent children. Though as an adult, I finally came to realize, I did not suffer for my disrespect of God, because the "real God," had simply and outrageously been lied on by those who falsely misinterpret the bible and God's intention. At any rate, I received a pass for my childhood disrespect to God and I continued to have an exquisitely happy childhood and happy adult life. The mysterious experiences also continued unabated.

As a teenager and a young woman, I began to think that I might be two different people. In fact I was pretty sure of it. While this thought might have upsetting to many, as usual I took it in stride. With my usual mien in place, I tried to figure out how to be more like the better side or personality of myself.  This side was the kind loving personality who was always kind, happy and understanding and whose nature was just pure love. The other side or personality was ver sensitive, at times far too shy and while a pretty decent individual, she sometimes just took herself a little too seriously. If there was one thing that personified her, it was her intensely analytical nature. Followed by her  preference for her own company above all else, being a close second. Incidentally, this side of me thought that the other pollyannish personality was an interloper. Deep down however, it admired this unbelievable ability to love no matter the circumstance. And as the years went by, I actively sought and to a great extent managed to become just the one me that was love.

The first experience of leaving my body happened was when I was about 13 years old. I woke up one afternoon from a nap, or so I thought, only to find myself paralyzed but fully conscious. I could hear the conversation that was going on in the room around me between my mother and her friend who was visiting.  I could see them but I was unable to move my body or get up from the reclining chair that I was laying on. I was stone cold aware of everything and my brain, or at least thinking was functioning normally, yet I could not move even my little finger. Strangely I did not feel afraid. That in itself speaks volumes about my attitude to these experiences and perhaps my level of comfort with myself even at that age.  I figured that eventually I would be able to move again as I wanted. When I was finally able to speak and to direct my body once more, I told my mother what had happened.  And as to be expected, she dismissed this as being due to my “fanciful imagination.” Even when I repeated parts of the conversation that she had had with her friend, my mother remained thoroughly unimpressed. 

The second experience of separating from my body happened when I was nineteen years old. It lasted for perhaps ten seconds or less. I had just finished a yoga session in my bedroom and was laying on my back on the floor. Suddenly I felt something shift within in me and in the next second I floated above myself laying on the floor. This time I was deathly frightened.  In that instant, I imagined that I was dying, and as soon as I had that thought, I fell back into my body and clicked back into place with a jolt. In this experience I was aware of some part of my being leaving my body, whereas in the first experience, I had had no awareness of the moment when I left my body. Naturally, true to form, I buried this experience just as quickly and just as deeply as I could. It was years before I thought of it again. As a matter of fact many years later I stumbled on a book about Out of Body experience in an Art Supply store of all places. I purchased the book and even after reading it. I still did not recall my own two experiences.As I said at the start of this post, "My search for life's existential and spiritual answers, was woefully slow and stumbling." At least up until that point and for some time beyond that.

In the course of my work, I have many times been at the bedside of many patient's who described their own experience of seeing where there were going after death. I worked on a unit serving HIV patients, and at that time before the present more effective drugs and regimens, all the patients died sooner rather than later. It was always just a matter of which opportunistic disease they would succumb to and which hospital admission would be their final one. Many of the patients that I became close to, spoke of having temporarily left their bodies from their deathbeds to visit these places. I heard many, many incredulous stories from my patients yet the rational me, remained steadfast in it's refusal to allow myself to think too deeply about what I was hearing, and very importantly,  re-visiting my own out of body experiences as a teenager. 

Another of my frequent strange experiences and one that has remained from my childhood, involved my seeing a small dark almond shaped object surrounded by a glowing brilliant white light through my closed eyelid. This happened during the day as well as the night time. Odd, but at least this was not frightening. Since my eyesight was never affected,  I never saw the need to tell anyone about it. Years later, I came to realize that I was actually seeing in my mind's eye, was my mind's eye. By the time that I was in my twenties, I had yet another new and this time, disconcerting experiences that would occur intermittently. In this new experience, as I would attempt to operate a light switch, to turn on an overhead light or lamp, the light bulb that the switch operated, would make an explosive sound before turning a milky color, the element fizzling brightly before extinguishing into darkness. Often there would also be a black area on the bulb where it had burned.  I could never quite prepare myself for these startling explosions even though I would often try to sneak up very slowly and cautiously on the switch and then gingerly move it up or down. This never worked. The bulb would still explode as if the prove to me that I could not escape what was happening by attempting to creep up on it.. Sometimes this unnerving experience was accompanied by tingling in my body. And it happened regardless if I was standing on wood flooring, tiles, concrete or carpet. I learned to stock up on light bulbs and eventually, once again just shrug off yet one more odd thing that was a part of my life. 

Later on, I realized that I would at times interfere with the functioning of a variety of electronic equipment. I learned that by adjusting my mental state to one of calm, positive peacefulness then my car, computer or phone or whatever else was acting up in my presence would return to normal functioning. There were a few times where I also purposely experimented with influencing electronic equipment that was not my own when I was out shopping for example, in order to see what would happen through my intentions. Those experiments were eye-opening in a sense almost literally. I discovered that whatever ensued, had a direct result of some interaction between my eyes and the objects I focused on. I have to confess that there were a few times that I made the cash register put in the price that I wished to pay for something in the supermarket. rather than what was encoded in the system. Thankfully my conscience quickly stepped in to stop any further such experiments. And my sense of shame. made me give away at as much or sometimes twice as much as I had received from the cash register errors.  I know that there were a few panhandlers who wondered if I had mistakenly given them a much larger dollar bill than I intended. Once more I stepped back. I was still not ready to fully investigate the how or the why and went about with my usual determination to forget.  Slowly over time, I intuitively understand that I could quieten or completely control various of my odd experiences. Much later when I eventually came to the knowledge that humans are electromagnetic beings, I gained some insight into my exploding light bulbs and electronic interference experiences. It would continue to be a long and circuitous road to my awakening. If I was being nudged to look within, It took quite a long time for me to get the message.

My many unique experiences remained unimportant to me through my travels and work around the world and marriages. They were a constant in the background of life.  My career choice in Health Care, and the unflinching analytical side of my brain kept me grounded in reality. Then just over a decade ago,  somewhere within the same time frame of my spiritual awakening, I decided that I would finally indulge my love of art and become an artist. I knew that I had some talent for painting and drawing even though I had no formal training. I had wanted to be an artist as a teenager but decided to go with my other desire to help others and work in the medical field. While my career choice satisfied the empathy that I have for others who are in trouble and need help, it did not satisfy my equally strong need to create.  So I began executing large oil portraits. In my first foray into art, I painted a collection of several highly realistic human portraits as well as some that were figurative abstracts.  One of these abstract paintings, seemed to have suggested itself to me. In it, I painted three simply rendered humanoid blue figures from the bust up who were in obvious conversation with each other. I quite liked this painting and imagined that was mostly because blue is my favorite color. I quickly sold all but two of the first set of seventeen paintings that I had completed.  One of the two unsold painting, was the one of the three blue men. I soon made a habit of placing the painting where I could easily see it when I was painting or working on my computer. Then one night I had what seemed to me to be an unusually realistic dream that was quite extraordinary,  in which the three beings in the painting appeared to me in outside of the confines of the painting and said to me “We are the Arcturians.”

This was one of those experiences that felt very intrusive to me, even though I was very aware that the choice was mine whether I wanted to pursue where it might lead. Once again, of course I wanted no part of it. I have had more than a few very meaningful hyper realistic dreams along the way so I took to the internet to find out who or what were the Arcturians. I didn’t exactly know what to make of what l had learned online, I just knew that I disliked the idea of entertaining beings not from earth inside my head, so I packed the painting away but not before taking note that this dream was yet another all too real, “unusual experience.”

Now as I write about these happenings, I am amazed at their sheer numbers, and of my ability to have ignored them almost completely.  And even now as I allow myself to think about them, I realize that there is no way that I could ever mention them all in one post.  I can only speak briefly about a selection. Another very odd happening from the list, started within the past decade; sometimes when I became very deeply immersed in meditation, I would find myself in the high Andes Mountains in Peru, or else taking part in a procession in passageways under the Great Pyramid. The first was very pleasant and peaceful, but in the second, I get the impression that the ritual of the procession was for some ominous reason that directly involved me and was not necessarily a good thing. At the time I was on the fence about reincarnation,. I tended to believe that it was real as long as it did not involve me. I reasoned that it was only my mind creating stories and experiences to give meaning to my subconscious imagining of what should happen during meditation. However I soon had further experiences during meditation that served to disavow my reasoning that it was simply my mind that was creating those meditation experiences for my entertainment.  And of course once more I summarily dismissed these from my everyday thoughts or memories as quickly as I could.

Love is my Religion

This is the kind of Friend
You are-
Without making me realize
My soul’s anguished history,
You slip into my house at night,
And while I am sleeping,
You silently carry off
All my suffering and sordid past
In Your beautiful
Hands.   ~ Hafiz

After the meditation transportation, next on the list, were the playful orbs of lights that would often appear around the room that I am in when I am meditating deeply. When I opened my eyes and allowed myself to really observe them, with the expectation that they would then disappear, they never did. They remained right where they were daring me to explore what was happening. I demurred. Initially I might have been like Alice in Wonderland frequently going down the rabbit hole, however with the passing of time, it seemed as if I lived down the rabbit hole. Odd things just seemed quite normal and merited more than ever to be completely ignored; nothing worth spending my time thinking about. It would be another ten years or so, before I learned that the kinds of thoughts that I was having as a result of my deep immersion in meditation and spiritual seeking, can create among other things, light orbs.

Once I started to meditate frequently, there were naturally more strange happenings. I actually found the next one that I want to describe, very amusing. These were what I eventually learned, are called Kriya Movements. These spontaneous jerking body movements mostly occur during my meditations. However they are not confined to that activity as they also occur as a result of a thought or for no apparent obvious reason. Sometimes my Kriya movements are accompanied by a strong electrical energy going up and down my spine. The movement themselves, range from mild jerking of my upper body or shoulders to strong sudden movements that might include my arms or legs. They last only for an extremely brief periods. Now I have to return to my teenage years and growing up in a society that was steeped in religion, the importance of physical appearance and superstitions. At one point, during my early teenage years, I became fascinated with observing the behavior of the local Pentecostal Congregation down the street from where I lived. Truth is, I found their jerking and spinning and speaking in tongues, called "getting into the spirit," very comical and amusing. And I looked forward to Sunday evenings, when it was time to observe the evening's crazy jerking behavior by those "in the spirit." I could spend an hour happily observing these people, most of whom were elderly women who would arrive to church walking with the aid of a walking stick, yet once they "got into the spirit," would reel back and forth down the aisles of the church, sometimes on the floor, like a teenager. break-dancing.  I watched fascinated from my place at the fence that afforded me a clear view through one of the windows at the front of the church. This was my own form of television, especially as we did not have one in our house at the time. My Kriya movements make me think that maybe all those Sunday evenings that I spent mocking the jerking actions of those people "getting into the spirit,"  has it's own Karmic payback. While I know that this is not true, I still find the thought amusing. In fact both my behavior and theirs, have something in common; Kundalini.  Today my Kriya movements have taken on a new component. They still occur spontaneously to questions in my mind and they also occur more frequently when I meditate deeply and when I read or hear truth being spoken. For example when I do research to find the answers to questions that I have, whether that search involves science or spirituality, my kriya movements let me know when I have the answer. I often imagine how others might find it absolutely crazy if they could see me at those times when my body is jerking outside my control since this is very much the opposite of my persona.

The most bizarre, fascinating and ultimately life-saving experience that I had, occurred as a result of a near -fatal car accident that I had one morning while I was driving to work. I write about it in the post " The Anatomy of Fear." in that experience, my thoughts affected physical time and reality around me. In those crucial moments, the voice inside my head, made itself more real than it had ever been and I sensed that it was some real tangible part of me, that seemed like a force or energy that eventually took over control of the car.

What I now know, is that all of my strange experiences had been leading up to this period of my life. and played their part in making my spiritual searching successful. Once I had made the decision to inform myself after the phenomena that occurred and which I will detail in a moment, I began by reading countless books and articles on New Age Spirituality, Metaphysics,  Sacred Geometry, Ancient Egypt, Alchemy and anything else that seemed appropriate to me at that time. I saw that much of the information I was reading, was fear based or lacked the authority of knowing or of experience. I found that quite often ideas put forward were augmented with explanations and practices more in line with myth, than with metaphysics or mysticism. This caused me early into my journey, to decide that I would only entertain those ideas and teachings that excluded fear and specifically included love. Today happily there is so much more great fact and experienced based information available for the seeker. One only has to look.

I guess I have always been an explorer. I am blessed with an insatiable curiosity. And I love the challenge and excitement of discovering new things and discovering new knowledge. In the pursuit of life's perplexing questions, I have even overcome those subliminal fear of the unknown that flirted with my subconscious as a result ofhaving grown up in a culture where fear and superstition abound. If something causes me to feel fear, then I feel compelled to do or to engage with whatever that thing is, to overcome fear. At times this has not always been a good idea, however fortunately. It appears that I have my own built in guardian angels. Though naturally my angel is bereft of wings and strangely enough, speaks with the same inner voice that tells me unknown things. At any rate, it is this spirit that I am now recounting one more very odd happening. This one actually occurred in the period that is marked in my memory, as the start of my spiritual path. In my ravenous devouring of knowledge through books or websites, at that time, I must have read somewhere that it was forbidden to utter the unpronounceable name of God; YHVH as doing so would undo creation. Of course I took up the challenge.  I don't remember having any particular expectation in mind since I of course assumed that this was superstition from religious leaders meant to control their flock.

Love sees as a dog sees

To love someone whom you like is insignificant. To love someone because they love you is of no consequence. To love someone whom you do not like means you have learned a lesson in life. To love someone who blames you for no reason, shows that you have learned the art of living ~  Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

I began to meditate and to chant this name of God as best as I could pronounce it. The result was swift and frightening. First I heard my own voice become unrecognizable as it changed in tone and cadence before being pulled into a strong downward spiraling, whirling force that I sensed had a weightless and black nothingness at it's bottom. It took quite a lot of conscious effort to remove myself from this energy.  I couldn't be certain where this was leading , however I sensed that it could be to my detriment. It was many more years later before I finally understood what had happened; that the energy that I had stumbled on was real. In my understanding I now know that Sacred Geometry has a purpose, and especially the Tetragrammaton. The truth is not so far fetched or so far removed from the exhortation to refrain from saying that particular name of God.  At least where the individual saying it is concerned. No one in the right mind should hand a loaded gun to a toddler. So having been deprived of the knowledge about true nature of reality, the majority of humans are comparable to toddlers that should not play with energy forces about which they lack knowledge, wisdom and some measure of expertise. Now that I know what had happened as a result of my chanting, I can only think of one way to describe it; and that is the superlative: " Mind-blowing." This makes me even more determined to be a catalyst for others to awaken and leave the concocted stories behind. Stories built on lies and suppositions that have deepened humanity's illusion about their true nature. 

My actual spiritual path began eleven years ago, as I was sitting at my computer one night and I happened to notice that the digital clock on the computer was showing 11:11.  After that first innocuous occurrence,  I soon began seeing the same numbers on other clocks several days and nights in a row and then continuously over the days and weeks that followed. The phenomena then progressed to my seeing not just those 11:11 time prompts as they have come to be called, but to seeing every conceivable sets of repeating numbers on clocks, license plates, and bank statements just to name a few of the places where the numbers would invariably catch my attention. The analytical side of my brain wanted an explanation of why and how this could be happening. I remember once working where there was a 24 hour clock on the wall and frequently just automatically seeing the repeating numbers 13:13 14:14 15:15 and so on.  I realized that I was not looking at the clocks to check the time, my attention was just been dranw to look at these very specific times. Often when was leaving work in the evenings from this facility, I would see a group of very strange acting, low orbiting satellites in the sky, at least that is what I have decided to call them, accompanying me on my drive home.  These satellites would make sharp right or left turns in the sky, sometimes disappear only to reappear moments later. Finally something strange had really captured my attention. However it was not the satellites, in the sequence of the experiences, they had come a few years after the time prompts.  It was the time prompts themselves that had lead me on what was initially more of an uneasy search for a simple explanation. Things have never been the same since then.

Now before I explain what had been, up to this point, my most significant odd experience known as a Kundalini Awakening, in the New Age community,  a week or two before it happened, I do not remember the exact time period, I left work one Friday evening feeling happy and healthy and looking forward to the weekend. I remember having a long conversation with a co-worker by my vehicle in the parking lot of the hospital where I was working. However by the time I arrived home after perhaps a twenty five minute drive or so, out of the blue I suddenly began to feel very ill as if I had a bad case of the flu. Not as if I was coming down with the flu, but that I was in the height of a very bad bout of it. I enjoyed excellent health and was very rarely was ever sick, even with the flu. And yet my symptoms were quickly becoming overwhelming. When I arrived home that evening, I remember barely being able to drag myself into the bed where I stayed for the next 48 hours, hardly eating or drinking. Yet by Sunday evening, I suddenly felt much better, just as suddenly as I had fallen ill. And by Monday morning I was feeling like my normal healthy self again. Later as I was trying to understand the Awakening itself, I read that the flu symptoms that I had experienced, was no regular flu, but was known as the Kundalini Flu.

The actual Kundalini Awakening summoned me awake from a deep indulgent sleep-in one Saturday morning a short time after this bout with the short lasting flu. I awoke to the sound of my inner voice sternly advising me to lie perfectly still. As what happened next unfolded, this admonition turned out to be totally unnecessary. Because it was soon patently obvious to me that I could not have moved an inch, even if I had wanted to. What followed next was a bewildering, breath-taking, explosive light show in all the colors of the rainbow. and it was taking place in my body and lighting up the room around me. An energy that seemed like an exploding volcano, with live electricity thrown in, threatened to destroy my body, as moved from the base of my spine up into my spinal column before exploding out of the top of my head. As the energy reached what I later understood to be the levels of each of the seven Chakras, it would explode in a dazzling light, the corresponding color of that Chakra, that filled my bedroom, before moving up to the next one and repeating the pattern.  When the energy arrived up into my head, it was as if I was out in space watching Galaxies come to life with billions of stars. Finally the light show ended with the energy explosively exiting through the crown of my head in a blaze of intensely brilliant white light:  And this was just the physical part of the whole experience.

Love is an Energy

I don't think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains.  ~ Anne Frank

This experience was something so incredible, so spectacular, that even now, I still find myself grappling with words to adequately describe what had happened either physically, or the unfathomable mental awareness that I experienced afterwards. I say mental. though this does not accurately describe the sense of expansiveness that I experienced.  After the light exited the top of my head, I felt as if there was no longer the usual sense of being a physical body with defined boundaries that I could see or sense. I didn’t know what to make of the experience or what it meant. Only after reading many online articles to try and figure out what had happened, did I discover that this experience was something that many people seek for years. Sometimes whole lifetimes without it ever happening. So it seemed important that I should pay attention and try to understand what this Kundalini was. Why it had happened to me so effortlessly , and then help others by giving them this information.

With this motivation in mind, several years ago I decided to make a video about awakening Kundalini without effort. I felt that I had learned enough to be able to share what I had learned with a wider audience and hopefully help them. This You Tube video to date has close to 500K views and over 450 comments. The most striking thing that the comments left on the video makes clear, is that roughly one half of all spiritual seekers expect, and even want a Kundalini Awakening and the Spiritual Journey to be difficult. That is because of the false indoctrination that anything worth having, comes only after struggle and hard work This belief has also been enforced in the spiritual community by respected so-called spiritual Masters who teach that enlightenment and Kundalini Awakening are difficult.  Most seekers of truth will have heard the nonsensical theory that enlightenment will out of necessity take several lifetimes. The other half of those who have left comments on the video, want a quick hack into Enlightenment that requires no time, commitment or effort on their part.  Now at first glance both of these expectations seem contradictory.  However both have traces of the truth.  In the first case the ability to have the experience or open up one's intuition, comes best through relaxed focus and letting go of trying to force the process.  The decision to stick to the process through a commitment of time, and willpower is necessary.  However there should never be strained effort,  as this always results in spinning one's heels without ever moving forward. So in the final analysis, time, commitment and a relaxed attitude that expects the outcome to be easy, are all vital to progress in the search for truth. Certain sounds can help in summoning The Kundalini Energy to rise up the spinal column up the the crown of the head.

The most surprising fact that I have come to understand, about enlightenment, is that attaining this state of higher consciousness, has nothing to do with obtuse spiritual perceptions or incoherent spiritually based beliefs any more than it does with either conventional religion or science. The universe is not haphazard and neither is human existence or the the hardware that gives life to animate beings.  Once we take off the blinders and cease dancing around the truth, we gain understanding that can be verified. Enlightenment strictly has to do with a specific knowledge and one specific moment when you are guided to consciously and knowingly make the cognitive leap from belief to knowing. The best way to describe this moment of pure bliss, shock, and excitement all rolled into one, is that human condition that many of us have played out in other areas of our lives at one time or another: Of not seeing the obvious that was right before our eyes literally staring us in the face while we gave our attention to the wrong thing, person, belief or plan.   I write more extensively about my enlightenment experience in the post “The Seminal Moment of Enlightenment."

My strongest conviction from childhood right up to the present, is that this whole earth is my precious home, and not just the beautiful sun-drenched spot where I was born. I have had the good fortune to have traveled a lot and wherever I have traveled, I have always had the feeling as if I belonged, as if I was still at home. My love for this Planet transcends my nationality and I know that my duty is to love and help to take care of the planetary experiment. As I have learned and uncovered, and at other times, intuitively received the knowledge that I have earnestly pursued, I have become passionate about sharing my experiences and knowledge born from them with others. I am also very passionate about being a catalyst for the faster evolution of global consciousness.