Anakosha
A feminine approach to sexual freedom
The Germination of a Seed
Kundalini awakens
Kundalini awakens
Buried in rich dark soil, a seed lies passive. Its shell, a hard crust of a thing, looks dead. Watered by spring rains, dried by the spring sun, the seed remains still, enveloped in silence. Day and night there is no sound, no movement coming from the little round casing, now showing signs of age. Days pass into weeks and still there is no change. The seed is dying, its vitality withdrawing to the core. Weeks become a month, then more weeks pass and the tissue starts to dissolve. Death and decay are moving through the seed.
Suddenly a crackling sizzle leaps into life. Across the inner spaces of electrons and central suns something moves which did not move before. It cuts a path of exquisite alertness across the decaying tissue and in its wake there follows peace - an expanding, wonderful peace. From outside, in the dark heavy soil, the seed appears totally still. The barely perceptible trembling goes unnoticed. There is no evidence of the movement going on inside. No one sees the subtle electricity that jumps from nerve to nerve like lightening through the body of the seed, now in the throes of germination. No one hears the cries of pain and confusion as a mighty power pours itself into the little body through an opening in the heart. There is no one to witness the imbuing of an invisible fire, no one to feel the agony - and then the ecstacy - as cellular walls are ruptured by a heightened sensitivity. And there is no one to share in the overwhelming joy that washes through the soul of the seed as, wave after wave, Something overflows the little heart until it threatens to burst its boundaries. No one can know because the process is secret and private. Hidden.
For days the waves continue, ebbing and flowing like a living breath, rending the old structure from stem to stern with a deep and profound sensitivity over which flows something new, something pure and holy. On and on it comes, fresh and clean and ebullient, rising, swirling and expanding, light and bright and happy - happier than any happiness that can be known on earth - and finally the joy can be contained no longer and a tiny hair-line crack appears in the outer casing. Tomorrow a sprout will show and soon it will pierce the top soil into the light of day. Yet the traumatic experience that the seed went through will never be known. It will pass away, down through the hallways of time to be lost in the majesty of eternity as all things do, because - well - because it’s only a seed.
A seed has no capacity to tell us what is happening to it. It is only a seed, a tiny little thing lost in the soil. But what if the same thing were to happen to you? Would you communicate it to someone? How would you explain it? Would anyone believe you? How would they know you were not suffering from illusions?
You might say, “Ridiculous! Human beings don’t germinate!” But you would be wrong. Because human beings do germinate and there are stories on record to prove it. Stories that date back to the beginning of recorded history that tell us of wonderful experiences that include joy, visions of light and angels, grandiose feelings of holiness and of a cosmic order that defies description - experiences of saints and common folk alike. What is it that causes the tremblings, the shakings, the trances, the visions of God or Goddess, the extraordinary sensations of peace, love, light, profound revelations?
A few open-minded scientists have picked up the challenge. In the silent laboratories of universities and privately funded corporations, research is under way. The wisdom of the ancients and the sacred heart of religion are coming under the scrutiny of modern technology. Does the transcendental experience have a basis in fact? Can it be measured and studied?
Could it be that the mystical experience is the same process that the seed goes through during germination? There is some evidence that this is true. That the human being does indeed go through a process similar to that of the seed. It has not been proven, however. Man does not sprout new arms or new legs or new organs, but he sprouts a new consciousness. He is reborn in a new way. The body becomes more refined, the activities more sensitive, the nervous system detects more than the eye can see and miraculous healings take place. Something is feeding mankind with inspiration, with light, with sparks of revelation that exceed the day-to-day intelligence of humankind. From where does it come? What are the factors that govern its flow?
At the heart of virtually all of the world’s religions lies the suggestion, albeit hidden in symbolism, that man has the capacity to grow beyond himself. To commune with angels and even God or Goddess itself. It is called the second birth in the Christian religion. It is called Samadhi in the Hindru religion. It suggests that he may experience paradise right here on earth. He does not have to die to achieve it. There are references to a consuming fire that does not destroy, to a great love that heals, to a tree of life whose branches run with the juices of eternal life - the human nervous system and the mysterious spark of the synapses.
There are references to dying to the old and being born to the new, and to a mysterious power of rejuvenation that can mend a broken body even if the pieces have been cut up and destroyed by fire. There are consistent references to this mysterious something poking and pushing us in the direction of maturity, patience, justice, wisdom, nobility, honesty, humility, and holiness. And though these ideas strain to the bursting point our human credulity, they remain as a spark in the human heart and mind. They become the stuff of legend, and they do not go away. They are lumped together inside one label called religion just to get them out of the way.
Perhaps science will do a better job of proving the mystical experience and furthering what little knowledge we have on the subject. But science is cautioned not to cut it up into pieces for analysis. This knowledge will reveal itself from an over-all perspective. If it is going to find answers, science must grow up to meet it at the higher level instead of pulling it down to its own size. Science must find ways to measure the whole, the holy, which includes nobility of character, a new element heretofore gone unnoticed by science. The mystical experience is first and foremost a revelation of unity and the blossoming of virtues. And lest the scientist become frustrated, it reveals direction and lights the proper path to follow.
There are many stories out there in the field, personal stories of transcendental experiences. Fabulous stories from beyond this world, similar to the fantastic tales of ancient scripture. They continue to occur today but they lie buried deep within human consciousness, down low in the sacred regions beyond sight and judgment of others.
For days the waves continue, ebbing and flowing like a living breath, rending the old structure from stem to stern with a deep and profound sensitivity over which flows something new, something pure and holy. On and on it comes, fresh and clean and ebullient, rising, swirling and expanding, light and bright and happy - happier than any happiness that can be known on earth - and finally the joy can be contained no longer and a tiny hair-line crack appears in the outer casing. Tomorrow a sprout will show and soon it will pierce the top soil into the light of day. Yet the traumatic experience that the seed went through will never be known. It will pass away, down through the hallways of time to be lost in the majesty of eternity as all things do, because - well - because it’s only a seed.
A seed has no capacity to tell us what is happening to it. It is only a seed, a tiny little thing lost in the soil. But what if the same thing were to happen to you? Would you communicate it to someone? How would you explain it? Would anyone believe you? How would they know you were not suffering from illusions?
You might say, “Ridiculous! Human beings don’t germinate!” But you would be wrong. Because human beings do germinate and there are stories on record to prove it. Stories that date back to the beginning of recorded history that tell us of wonderful experiences that include joy, visions of light and angels, grandiose feelings of holiness and of a cosmic order that defies description - experiences of saints and common folk alike. What is it that causes the tremblings, the shakings, the trances, the visions of God or Goddess, the extraordinary sensations of peace, love, light, profound revelations?
A few open-minded scientists have picked up the challenge. In the silent laboratories of universities and privately funded corporations, research is under way. The wisdom of the ancients and the sacred heart of religion are coming under the scrutiny of modern technology. Does the transcendental experience have a basis in fact? Can it be measured and studied?
Could it be that the mystical experience is the same process that the seed goes through during germination? There is some evidence that this is true. That the human being does indeed go through a process similar to that of the seed. It has not been proven, however. Man does not sprout new arms or new legs or new organs, but he sprouts a new consciousness. He is reborn in a new way. The body becomes more refined, the activities more sensitive, the nervous system detects more than the eye can see and miraculous healings take place. Something is feeding mankind with inspiration, with light, with sparks of revelation that exceed the day-to-day intelligence of humankind. From where does it come? What are the factors that govern its flow?
At the heart of virtually all of the world’s religions lies the suggestion, albeit hidden in symbolism, that man has the capacity to grow beyond himself. To commune with angels and even God or Goddess itself. It is called the second birth in the Christian religion. It is called Samadhi in the Hindru religion. It suggests that he may experience paradise right here on earth. He does not have to die to achieve it. There are references to a consuming fire that does not destroy, to a great love that heals, to a tree of life whose branches run with the juices of eternal life - the human nervous system and the mysterious spark of the synapses.
There are references to dying to the old and being born to the new, and to a mysterious power of rejuvenation that can mend a broken body even if the pieces have been cut up and destroyed by fire. There are consistent references to this mysterious something poking and pushing us in the direction of maturity, patience, justice, wisdom, nobility, honesty, humility, and holiness. And though these ideas strain to the bursting point our human credulity, they remain as a spark in the human heart and mind. They become the stuff of legend, and they do not go away. They are lumped together inside one label called religion just to get them out of the way.
Perhaps science will do a better job of proving the mystical experience and furthering what little knowledge we have on the subject. But science is cautioned not to cut it up into pieces for analysis. This knowledge will reveal itself from an over-all perspective. If it is going to find answers, science must grow up to meet it at the higher level instead of pulling it down to its own size. Science must find ways to measure the whole, the holy, which includes nobility of character, a new element heretofore gone unnoticed by science. The mystical experience is first and foremost a revelation of unity and the blossoming of virtues. And lest the scientist become frustrated, it reveals direction and lights the proper path to follow.
There are many stories out there in the field, personal stories of transcendental experiences. Fabulous stories from beyond this world, similar to the fantastic tales of ancient scripture. They continue to occur today but they lie buried deep within human consciousness, down low in the sacred regions beyond sight and judgment of others.
