A Memoir of a Kundalini Awakening
I’m entering the cafe at Borders, the bookstore near my apartment, after feeling the need to be around other people, order an Evian water, then take a seat at a table near the center of the room. Sensing a tangible energy forming at the roof of my skull, I sink deeply into the chair and my body suddenly feels paralyzed, heavy as stone. I look around the room at the crowd, observe the people sipping their afternoon lattes, perusing through magazines, and reading books. I’m looking at college students studying, business people meeting, and they all seem completely oblivious to my company–as if I’m simply not here. After a long time of sitting motionless, the heaviness wanes and I begin to feel weightless.