Kundalini Rising?

In 1993, I had lost 75 pounds, had been doing all sorts of bodywork to become more fully alive, get my energy (life) back. I was in another transition.

When I work on my emotional well being I generally do body stuff rather than traditional talk therapy. Through working with the body, I release emotional trauma and the accompanying deep gunky psychological protective stuff that keeps it there. I like doing it this way because I get to release all sorts of deep unconscious stuff without years of therapy. Very powerful work; not for the light of heart.

I was ready to live and in my Italian Leo sort of fashion, I was intense in this endeavor to have my body be a clear vessel of light. One of the bodyworkers I was seeing lived an hour and a half away. He was supposedly psychic and combined his knowledge about releasing old body stuff with his intuitive abilities. His name was Cory.

At about the middle of the fourth or fifth session, he was doing deep abdominal work on me. Now...I've had some pretty intense bodywork done. Cory did not do any one system of bodywork but had some training, I think, as a Rolfer. That Rolfing stuff hurts like hell, it does. Only thing that comes close is childbirth.


Anyway...there we were in the middle of that session, when he started in on my lower abdomen. I started to moan, and not in a good way. So, of course, he went deeper. Which, of course made it more painful, especially when he dug his elbow into the area above my pelvic bone and started to rotate it. And dug deeper (hate those Rolfers, I do, but keep going back, I do).
Breathing, moaning, screaming, releasing, more blood curdling screaming, swearing (I'm sure a blue streak as I do during those types of sessions), I finally quieted down and just went into the pain. I dove in, invited what was, surrendered to the sensation.

All of a sudden there is a fire in the deep belly. And it burns. And it builds. It starts to turn into orgasmic fire. Then it shoots, just like a Volcano Orgasm of a life time. And it just keeps going. And going. Then stops for awhile, then goes again. And keeps going and going. His elbow is now out of my pelvis, but the orgasm keeps going. It wanes a bit, then starts again. It stops for ten minutes, then starts up again. By the time I am in my car driving my one and a half hours home, this is stop-driving-the-car intense as the orgasm is so strong and is shooting out my head, feet and hands that it takes over. Waves and waves keep coming all the way home. They keep up once I get home, stopping for no more than an hour, then they start up again. I dream them in my sleep. They are there in the morning again when I wake up. And I am walking around having these volcano orgasms throughout the next day and the next and the next.

Now, I know this may sound fun. And today it might be. But at the time, I had three young kids and was running a business with 23 employees. I remember one day I was on a business call to my New York rep...had to stop the call to moan and feel the orgasms.

I kept calling Cory, begging him to help me make them STOP. He had no clue what to do. Thanks. My (then) husband knew what to do with them. Our sex life got better than it had been in years. I was voracious.

But it really wasn't fun. It kept up for weeks, slowly fading a bit, but distracting enough for me to need to try to find a way to stop them. Finally I found that if I held my pelvis in a certain way they slowed down and eventually stopped. Phew. Really, really bad timing.

The next year when I started my Tantra training, I asked all my teachers about this, wanting to understand what had happened to me. The only one that had much to say was Charles Muir who said that it sounded like my Kundalini had risen. It helped to have an affirmation that it was something others had felt, nice to have a reference point.

Interestingly enough, I had mini versions of this repeat when I had two periods of celibacy after my divorce. In both those cases, I had the spontaneous Volcanoes. They didn't occur anywhere near as often as in the original episode, but did happen at the most inopportune times. Like they happened in class...and once at the library when it was so strong I could not stop a moan...and then made the mistake of looking up to see all eyes on me. In both cases, they started after a month of celibacy, then continued until I had penetration. These episodes weren't traumatic like that first time (thankfully....sheesh....), probably because I didn't have the outer world responsibilities going on.

What I learned and relearned:

-Doing deep inner work needs time and space. It's way too difficult to integrate things when having to deal with the outer world. It's important to be gentle with the self.

-If you're going to have weeks long orgasms: plan a vacation and enjoy them, at least.

-It would have been nice to have someone there that understood what was going on to at least hold my hand.

-I'm not sure if it was a kundalini thing, but I thought it was...and, I'm still not sure. I do know that many people experience psychic disturbances with the rising. I didn't. But that could be because I was already "disturbed/out there/crazy" so I didn't have to, as that work was already done, hehehehehe. And in that vein: I also cannot read "The Course In Miracles" because I get vertigo every time. A channeler once told me that I have that experience because the Course is designed to break the ego and mine was already broken. Not sure what to make of that, either, but that would be one person's/entity's opinion, anyway.

-Bodies can do trippy stuff.

-I keep wondering what would happen if I was celibate now. Maybe I should give it a try.....nah!!!

Art:

Kundalini Energy from here

Lightening from here

Holy Fire Kundalini from here