This Is an Extraordinary Autobiographical Account of What Happens in the Mind and Body When Kundalini Gets Spontaneously Aroused
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This is an extraordinary autobiographical account of what happens in the mind and body when Kundalini gets spontaneously aroused. Pandit Gopi Krishna's graphic account of his experiences stands out as one of the clearest journals documenting spiritual transformation and mental evolution into a higher plane of consciousness. He is honest in describing the difficulties and dangers of the spiritual path and the intense pressure it can exert on the physical body. Pandit Gopi Krishna (1907-1984) was not a guru in the classical sense. He was more a seeker who documented his experiences with Kundalini energy in the hope of understanding this unimaginably powerful force. K UNDALINI REPRESENTS the cosmic vital energy lying dormant in the human body, coiled round the base of the spine, a little below the sexual organ, like a serpent, asleep... When roused, Kundalini rises through the sushumna, the hairlike duct rising through the spinal cord, like a streak of lightning carrying with her the vital energy of the body, to join her divine spouse Shiva in the last or the seventh centre in the brain.' From the book 'THE AWAKENING of Kundalini is a perfectly natural biological phenomenon in any healthy human body' writes the author, 'leading towards a state of evolutionary perfection.' Pandit Gopi Krishna Orient Paperbacks www.orientpaperbacks.com ISBN 81-222-0150-4 1st Published 1976 Reprinted 200S Kundalini: Path to Higher Consciousness © Pandit Gopi Krishna Cover design by Vision Studio Published by Orient Paperbacks (A division of Vision Books Pvt. Ltd.) Madarsa Road, Kashmere Gate, Delhi-110 006 Printed in India at Jay Kay Offset Printers, Delhi-110 041 Cover Printed at Ravindra Printing Press, Delhi-110 006 Contents 1 The Awakening 7 2 The First Irresistible Call 26 3 The Serpent Rises 36 4 Turning to Yoga 48 5 In Quest of the Unknown 60 6 Understanding Kundalini 67 7 Kundalini as a Yoga 81 8 Gradual Transformation: From Mundane to the Sublime 91 9 Between Body and Mind 100 10 The State of Altered Consciousness 109 11 Cosmic Shakti: The Serpent Power 123 12 The Transformation 131 13 The Thousand Petalled Lotus 139 14 Experimenting with Meditation 147 5 15 The Invisible Medium 160 16 The Muse 170 17 The Sublime Existence 179 18 The Evolution Continues 191 19 Towards Supreme Consciousness 200 ne morning during the Christmas of 1937 I Osat in a small room in a house on the outskirts of Jammu, the winter capital of the Jammu and Kashmir State in northern India. I was meditating with my face towards the east, where the first grey streaks of dawn fell into the room. Practice had accustomed me to sit in the same posture for hours without discomfort, and as I sat breathing slowly and rhythmically, my attention was drawn towards the crown of my head, contemplating an imaginary lotus in full bloom, radiating light. 1 sat unmoving and erect, my thoughts uninterruptedly centered on the shining lotus, intent on keeping my attention from wandering and bringing it back again whenever it moved away. The intensity of concentration interrupted my breathing to such an extent that at times it was barely perceptible. My whole being, was so engrossed in the contemplation of the lotus that for several minutes I lost touch with my body and surroundings. During such intervals I felt as if 1 were poised in the mid-air, without feeling my body 7 at all. The only object of which I was aware was a lotus of brilliant colour, emitting rays of light. This experience has happened to many people who practise meditation regularly for a length of time, but what happened to me that morning, changed the whole course of my life and outlook. During a spell of intense concentration I suddenly felt a strange sensation below the base of the spine, at the place touching the seat, while I sat cross-legged on a folded blanket spread on the floor. The sensation was so extraordinary and pleasing that my attention was forcibly drawn towards it. The moment my attention was withdrawn from the point on which it was focused, the sensation ceased. Thinking it to be a trick of the imagination, I dismissed the matter from my mind. Again I fixed my mind on the lotus, and as the image grew clear and distinct at the top of my head, again the sensation occurred. This time I tried to maintain the fixity of my attention and succeeded for a few seconds, but the sensation, extending upwards, grew intense and was so extraordinary, as compared to anything I had experienced before, that in spite of myself my mind went towards it, and at that very moment it again disappeared. 1 was now convinced that something unusual had happened for which my daily practice of concentration was probably responsible. I had read glowing accounts, written by learned men, of great benefits resulting from concentration and of the miraculous powers acquired by yogis through such exercises. My heart beat wildly, and I found it difficult to bring my attention to the required degree of fixity. After a while I grew composed and was soon deep in meditation. 8 When completely immersed I again experienced the sensation, but this time, instead of allowing my mind to leave the point where I had fixed it, I maintained a rigidity of attention throughout. The sensation extended upwards, growing in intensity, and I felt myself wavering, but with great effort I kept my attention centered round the lotus. Suddenly, with a roar like that of a waterfall, I felt a stream of liquid light entering my brain through the spinal cord. Entirely unprepared for such a development, I was completely taken by surprise; but regaining self-control, I remained sitting, keeping my mind on the point of concentration. The illumination grew brighter, the roaring louder — I experienced a rocking sensation and felt myself slipping out of my body, entirely enveloped in a halo of light. It is impossible to describe the experience accurately. I felt the point of consciousness that was myself, growing wider, surrounded by waves of light. It grew wider and wider, spreading outward while the body, normally the immediate object of its perception, appeared to have receded into the distance, until I became entirely unconscious of it. I was now all consciousness, without any outline, without any idea of a corporeal appendage, without any feeling or sensation coming from the senses, immersed in a sea of light simultaneously conscious and aware of every point, spread out, as it were, in all directions without any barrier or material obstruction. I was no longer as I knew myself, to be a small point of awareness confined in a body, but instead was a vast circle of consciousness in which the body was but a point, bathed in light and in a state of exaltation and happiness, impossible to describe. 9 After some time, the circle began to narrow down. I felt myself contracting, becoming smaller, until I again became dimly conscious of the outline of my body and as I slipped back to my old condition, I became suddenly aware of the noises in the street, felt again my arms and legs and head, and once more became my narrow self in touch with my body and its surroundings. When I opened my eyes and looked about, I felt a little dazed and bewildered, as if coming back from a strange land. The sun had risen and was shining warm and soothing. I tried to lift my hands, which always rested in my lap, one upon the other, during meditation. My arms felt limp and lifeless. With an effort I raised them up and stretched them to enable the blood to flow freely. Then I tried to free my legs from the posture in which I was sitting, into in a more comfortable position, but could not. They were heavy and stiff. With the help of my hands I freed my legs and stretched them out, then put my back against the wall, reclining in a position of ease and comfort. What had happened to me? Was I the victim of a hallucination? Or had I by some strange vagary of fate succeeded in experiencing the Transcendental? Had I really succeeded where millions of others had failed? Was there, after all, really some truth in the oft repeated claim of the sages and ascetics of India, made for thousands of years and verified and repeated for generations that it was possible to apprehend reality in this life if one practised meditation in a certain way? I could hardly believe that I had a vision of divinity. There had been an expansion of my own self, my own consciousness, and the transformation had been brought about by the vital current that had started from below 10 the spine and found access to my brain through the backbone. I recalled that I had read long ago in books on Yoga, of a certain vital mechanism called Kundalini, connected with the lower end of the spine, which once roused, carries the limited human consciousness to transcendental heights, endowing the individuals with incredible psychic and mental powers. Had I been lucky enough to find the key to this wonderful mechanism, which was wrapped up in the legendary mist of ages, about which people talked and whispered without having once seen it in action? I tried once again to repeat the experience, but was so weak that I could not collect my thoughts enough to induce a state of concentration. I looked at the sun.