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Hello everyone, you can call me Rye.
I feel that of the JoS E-Groups, this one feels the most like home. So, I thought I'd share an experience, in the hopes that someone reading this might benefit from it. I feel that it is necessary for me to do so and, well, I've learned to trust my feelings over the years (a natural extension of not believing in coincidence, I suppose).
A wonderful thing happened last saturday night. My kundalini began its ascension. I was thankfully prepared for the event, after reading HP Vovim Baghie's account, but it is difficult to properly articulate the experience. Finally opening my temple chakras a few years ago was a joyous moment for me, but it pales in the satisfaction I feel after going through my kundalini serpent's initial ascension.
Since I dedicated, nearly four years ago, I have been doing power meditations on a daily basis. While I have done "marathon" meditation sessions before, I hold to the old adage "slow and steady wins the race." Therefore, I make sure to do something every day, even if it is as simple as aura cleansing, affirmation, and chakra spinning. Consistency is paramount in all things.
A few days ago, I thought I was coming down with a fever (something that never happens to me, since I made it a point to assiduously perform cleansing and well-being affirmations). I was incredibly agitated (the slightest thing would set me off, taking all my willpower to calm down, lest I inadvertently direct negative energy towards others) and my body temperature was incredibly hot (my skin was very nearly a shade of lobster red, at one point). When this state passed, it was followed by a period of intense depression. Things I haven't thought about in years were suddenly fresh, and I was rather emotional.
Then, last night, the dam burst, so to speak. I awoke in the middle of the night to an audible popping sound, which was followed by a shifting sensation, centered around my spinal column. Imagine as though your internal organs were moving about, reconfiguring their alignment to better suit your kundalini's transit. That's what I intuitively understood what was happening in the split second it took me to become fully awake. To say that this was painful would be a gross understatement. I plan to make my living in academia, and already have two degrees under my belt, yet I lack the necessary words to accurately convey the level of agony I was experiencing. It hurt so much to move, that I couldn't draw in enough breath to scream (as I dearly wanted to). I soon passed out from the pain.
When I awoke, hours after I should have risen, I felt incredibly sore, and had extreme difficulty getting up, as though I had pulled several back muscles (if not all of them). Incredibly, aside from the pain (nearly 24 hours later, it still hurts), I felt fine. Better than fine. Great, even. All of the depressing baggage that had been bothering me only friday afternoon now seemed inconsequential (as though I have had decades to sort through my emotions on the issues).
Perhaps the most radical change was in my posture. As someone nearly seven feet in height, I've always had a tendency to slouch. I've tried to correct this, but I've found it impossible to stand perfectly straight at all times. Today, though, when I saw myself in the mirror, I was shocked to see that my stance was perfectly vertical--when my spine shifted and expanded to accomodate my kundalini serpent, it evidently fixed that problem, too.
At this point, I've been up for nearly a full day, and I don't feel the slightest bit tired. I feel at peace, despite my physical discomfort--I feel so close to Father Satan that it is almost as though he's physically been in the same room all day. It's somewhat difficult to explain, but I feel closer to Father than I've ever been. If this is but a prelude of the serenity that is to come, I eagerly await future developments.
For anyone who's contemplating rushing into this stage of their spiritual advancement, please don't. If I hadn't had a firm grip on the fundamentals, or hadn't properly aligned and cleared my chakras of blockages, I am under no illusions that I would have survived last night. I know it in my bones that I would have died, and after all the work I've done in this incarnation (guided by my guardian Demons though I have been), that would have been most inconvenient. I reread the kundalini article on the Age of Satan site while I was laid up earlier, specifically the section on spontaneous human combustion, and was quite glad I had taken the time to ensure my kundalini was pointed upward, and not to the side. Drinking tea has never felt as good as it has after a brush with death.
Now, my thoughts are clearer than I can ever recall them being, and I am supremely thankful to Father Satan and my guardian Demons for guiding me through this process. I know this transformation is far from over, but I am truly excited about what's to come.
Hail Satan! Hail the Crown Princes of Hell!
~Rye~
I feel that of the JoS E-Groups, this one feels the most like home. So, I thought I'd share an experience, in the hopes that someone reading this might benefit from it. I feel that it is necessary for me to do so and, well, I've learned to trust my feelings over the years (a natural extension of not believing in coincidence, I suppose).
A wonderful thing happened last saturday night. My kundalini began its ascension. I was thankfully prepared for the event, after reading HP Vovim Baghie's account, but it is difficult to properly articulate the experience. Finally opening my temple chakras a few years ago was a joyous moment for me, but it pales in the satisfaction I feel after going through my kundalini serpent's initial ascension.
Since I dedicated, nearly four years ago, I have been doing power meditations on a daily basis. While I have done "marathon" meditation sessions before, I hold to the old adage "slow and steady wins the race." Therefore, I make sure to do something every day, even if it is as simple as aura cleansing, affirmation, and chakra spinning. Consistency is paramount in all things.
A few days ago, I thought I was coming down with a fever (something that never happens to me, since I made it a point to assiduously perform cleansing and well-being affirmations). I was incredibly agitated (the slightest thing would set me off, taking all my willpower to calm down, lest I inadvertently direct negative energy towards others) and my body temperature was incredibly hot (my skin was very nearly a shade of lobster red, at one point). When this state passed, it was followed by a period of intense depression. Things I haven't thought about in years were suddenly fresh, and I was rather emotional.
Then, last night, the dam burst, so to speak. I awoke in the middle of the night to an audible popping sound, which was followed by a shifting sensation, centered around my spinal column. Imagine as though your internal organs were moving about, reconfiguring their alignment to better suit your kundalini's transit. That's what I intuitively understood what was happening in the split second it took me to become fully awake. To say that this was painful would be a gross understatement. I plan to make my living in academia, and already have two degrees under my belt, yet I lack the necessary words to accurately convey the level of agony I was experiencing. It hurt so much to move, that I couldn't draw in enough breath to scream (as I dearly wanted to). I soon passed out from the pain.
When I awoke, hours after I should have risen, I felt incredibly sore, and had extreme difficulty getting up, as though I had pulled several back muscles (if not all of them). Incredibly, aside from the pain (nearly 24 hours later, it still hurts), I felt fine. Better than fine. Great, even. All of the depressing baggage that had been bothering me only friday afternoon now seemed inconsequential (as though I have had decades to sort through my emotions on the issues).
Perhaps the most radical change was in my posture. As someone nearly seven feet in height, I've always had a tendency to slouch. I've tried to correct this, but I've found it impossible to stand perfectly straight at all times. Today, though, when I saw myself in the mirror, I was shocked to see that my stance was perfectly vertical--when my spine shifted and expanded to accomodate my kundalini serpent, it evidently fixed that problem, too.
At this point, I've been up for nearly a full day, and I don't feel the slightest bit tired. I feel at peace, despite my physical discomfort--I feel so close to Father Satan that it is almost as though he's physically been in the same room all day. It's somewhat difficult to explain, but I feel closer to Father than I've ever been. If this is but a prelude of the serenity that is to come, I eagerly await future developments.
For anyone who's contemplating rushing into this stage of their spiritual advancement, please don't. If I hadn't had a firm grip on the fundamentals, or hadn't properly aligned and cleared my chakras of blockages, I am under no illusions that I would have survived last night. I know it in my bones that I would have died, and after all the work I've done in this incarnation (guided by my guardian Demons though I have been), that would have been most inconvenient. I reread the kundalini article on the Age of Satan site while I was laid up earlier, specifically the section on spontaneous human combustion, and was quite glad I had taken the time to ensure my kundalini was pointed upward, and not to the side. Drinking tea has never felt as good as it has after a brush with death.
Now, my thoughts are clearer than I can ever recall them being, and I am supremely thankful to Father Satan and my guardian Demons for guiding me through this process. I know this transformation is far from over, but I am truly excited about what's to come.
Hail Satan! Hail the Crown Princes of Hell!
~Rye~
