Kundalini -- an Untold Story: A Himalayan Mystic's Insight Into the Power of Kundalini and Chakra Sadhana by OM Swami

Author:OM Swami
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
ISBN: 9780994002792
Publisher: Black Lotus
Published: 2016-02-28T05:00:00+00:00

Iremember it was snowing outside, very heavily. No birds were chirping, no boars were snorting around my hut, no deers were bleating. Trees were not swaying and winds were not blowing. It was utterly quiet as snowflakes would land softly on the roof of my hut and on the ground outside. There was pin drop silence, perfect quietude for deep meditation. But even the with perfect environment, solitude and silence, my mind was far from being quiet; it was restless.

Several months had passed and even after meditating of a few thousand hours, I had not felt any persistent sensations on my chakras. There was no sign of any kundalini awakening. All I had gained till date was excruciating aches and pains arising from sitting still for extremely long periods, and a constant company of the wild animals.

I sat still while tears continued to trickle down my eyes. The first many drops would simply disappear in my growing beard but eventually as the flow continued, they began landing on my chest. They would roll out warm but end up cold. They interfered with my meditation but I couldn’t control them. My palms were resting in my lap and wild rats were playing nearby. They were moving around and about as if they were circumambulating me. It was hardly entertaining. Tears from my eyes continued to fall like raindrops from the sky.

These were not tears of devotion or bliss though. I was crying because I was extremely tired and exhausted. The exhaustion that I had once experienced from running my own business and working in five different time zones was miniscule compared to what I was going through now. This was not just any fatigue, I was tired because I had tried everything I could think of and yet I wasn’t any better than when I’d first started.

Ever since I had gone to the Himalayas, I had followed a strict routine of meditation with utmost discipline; never faltering even once. I ate a frugal meal once in twenty-four hours to avoid lethargy. Living in sub-zero temperature for the most part, I bathed every day in icy water. I took only short naps so I could devote all my time to intense meditation.

I slept and sat on the floor, devoid of any comfortable mattresses, to maintain a state of constant alertness. I had even forgotten what it was like to sit in a chair. Months had passed and I had not eaten a square meal or slept on a bed. My hut was rundown, tucked away in the woods, far from civilization. The chilly winds would run through my bones like water through a sponge. There was no electricity, no flushing toilet and no running water. It was an ancient environment, the kind that the great rishis lived in once.

Completely disconnected from the outside world, with no human contact, I observed strict silence and solitude. I had given up on everything I possibly could, except just my own life, and yet there was no light.

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