Kundalini: The Ultimate Healer

A Therapist’s Awakening

Many of us hear the term “spiritual awakening” knowing little about what that even means. To some, this concept may evoke an image of a born-again Christian gushing about their relationship with the Holy Spirit, or an eccentric yogi referring to Mama Aya as an active part of their life after returning from Peru. We disregard experiences that aren’t easily compartmentalized into a box that match our own reference to universal truths about the world. If this new information doesn’t offer a level of cognitive connectivity, we disregard these stories under the umbrella of- they sound batshit crazy. However, I offer the possibility that this may not be the case.

It is in fact, quite likely that they are both perfectly sane and have been given a gift; offered to each individual in the packaging as unique as their fingerprint. Neither claiming to be the right or wrong path for anyone else, but simply the one that led them to their gnosis, or spiritual knowing. Our egos keep us from celebrating the joy someone else may feel; contented that if we are suffering, others must also suffer. I have been among these naysayers. The judgmental peanut gallery of the spiritually wounded and orphaned, expelling all my trauma through words for the world to gobble up and agree with. God help them if they didn’t.

But despite my persistent state of imperfection, fist shaken at the sky, I was shown mercy. It’s no secret that I’ve been a seeker of spirit. From my first dabbling with tarot at 19, to a meditation practice that resulted in mystical experiences that defy the logical mind. After multiple near-death experiences related to medical trauma in 2005, I didn’t know the weight of what had changed within me, or even what my survivorship had done to permanently alter my body and spirit. Having brushed up against the white light and peace promised from the other side, I found myself seeing the world with a different lens. Working with souls entering and exiting the world in healthcare, counseling the bereaved and trauma stricken. While acting as a conduit of healing for others, I found myself delving deeper into my own shadow; immersed in the sticky parts of this human experience that force us all to sink or swim.

Most people that embark on a spiritual awakening question their own sanity. But when you’re a therapist, everything you have been trained to label as pathology fights the existence of Spirit under the guise of magical thinking, delusion, or hallucination. What could be worse for a therapist, than being swallowed by their own madness? To deny the existence of Spirit. The shadow-self was what the very foundations of psychology were build upon. The ego, superego and the id. Freud knew, as did Jung, that our human experience is littered with the darkness trapped in our heads. The unrelenting “monkey-mind” that prevents us from being present or experiencing joy. We are all especially-not-special in this regard. These torments haunt everyone. It is our opposition to the darkness that dictates how they manifest in our lives on big or small scales. For some it’s the insatiable hunger within, that we seek to fill with substances or relationships that inevitably fall flat. For others it is the deepest insurmountable sorrow that seeks to choke even the smallest glimmer of hope. The facets to this shadow are endless and unrelenting, but for the resilience of the human spirit.

At my darkest moment, I was given the gift I had almost come to believe as mythic. Kundalini is a life-force energy that is coiled like a snake around the base of the spine between the root and sacral chakras. This force lies dormant until ignited, barreling through the chakras and activating the pineal gland, which results in what is known as an awakening that connects one to the collective consciousness, inter-dimensionality, and perhaps the most important, release from the torments of the mind. This rising of the serpent is done with intention by some, seeking to stir it through a rigorous tantric yoga and meditation practice. Others, are spontaneously awakened by trauma, near-death, or the use of plant medicine. Some of these events are but moments, temporary and elusive to bring back. Others are permanent, like mine. My kundalini rose very suddenly and spontaneously after a 44-year shadow. I didn’t know what kundalini was, for despite my spiritual deep dives and woo-factor, my only exposure to the concept of kundalini alluded to sexuality and I couldn’t see how spirit and sexuality might mix. What I didn’t know was that Kundalini is a healer of traumas. Speaking to my own, I wish to state it is the healer of womb traumas. It mends. It is the greatest untapped potential that exists within our bodies. It isn’t affiliated with any one belief, for it is all beliefs. It is about finding healing within yourself. Like Dorothy landing in Oz, the monochromatic palate of reality is transformed into technicolor- which can never be unseen.

I have found myself to be an alchemist. Within this lifetime, I have transmuted other’s pain within the realm of therapy. I have witnessed, cried with, and held space for emotional wounds to bleed and be bandaged with my words. I haven’t healed them, for healing can only come from within. This is the missing piece. Slings and arrows seek to prevent this healing. The density of our lives mutes access to our concepts of possibility and purpose. I can help. I must help. I would be honored to give you the map to find what has been hiding inside of you all along.