February 15, 1998
Walking into the Albertson's store, the words of Pema Chodron
I have just recently read are simmering within me. "The capacity
to love has no limits..." The music over the loud speakers must
be a valentine's treat, for they have imported concert hall
speakers. It hits me like a wave of eddies and currents. "I can
fly high as an eagle...", the woman is intoning.
This mixes with the brew just fine. I can fly. I can fly high
without limits. I can fly, fueled by the power of UNLIMITED
LOVE. I can fly...
This love wells up within me. A great wave of happiness washes
over me. I have come to this ocean's edge before, certain that
nothing greater could lie before me in the horizon. Surely I
would sink downwards in love-happiness, death coming in a flame
of glory. A flame soon consumed by eternity.
But perhaps not... Maybe I don't have to worry about that. Love
is unlimited. My heart can just expand and expand.
Later thoughts on this. . .When I experienced this yesterday, I didn't know what it was. I thought it was just hyperemotional me being extrasensitive. So I filed away the transcendent emotional experience to memory. It was by reading one of the books we got earlier yesterday at the Barnes and Noble that I discovered it was Kundalini, a treasured and sought after mystical experience. A T Mann and Jane Lyle in Sacred Sexuality describe it thusly:
It's nice to know it has a name, other than "mental orgasm"!
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