Here's a post from another Kundalini Teacher Training student, Bahadurjot (Chris Roy). Enjoy!
It is said that in the Aquarian Age there are no secrets. Yes, you're welcome to read that again. Please feel free to take a moment, brew some tea, grab your sheepskin and meditate on it, as I assure you I did the first time I heard it. Now, in truth, I am slightly (way) too pragmatic to buy right into that idea. Here's what happens in my brain: "sure, that makes sense...however, there are those exceptions to the rule that I might call my sacred secrets". You know--those things that we think, do, or say only to the select few. Because, let's face it, we all have a handful of sacred secrets. While the idea of no secrets is hard for me to wrap my mind around, it's certainly not just something I said--it came from the man himself, Yogi Bhajan. And I'm learning just how true it is.
Allow me to paint a picture. I enrolled in the Kundalini Teacher Training with the full knowledge that there would be those amazing blissed out moments, but I was also well aware there would be those moments that (as one of my fellow trainees so eloquently shared) will feel like a cold shower. Well, this past Sunday was one of those (cold shower) moments. It's safe to say that Kundalini Yoga is not always passive--it can stir things up--and that's really the reason we do it. For me, a few things got tossed and turned during the course of a six hour training on Saturday and come Sunday I was still processing a bit (a lot). Now, as I was driving to Sunday's training there was an overriding thought in my head: "I am really not sure I can speak to anyone right now." I honestly think one of the mantras flipped my insecure high school switch and it was taking control of the wheel: "I'm not feeling very social. The beginning of class is so social... blah, blah...
When I arrived at class at 11:55, I snuck in and found myself a space that happened to be right in the middle of the room. I'm pretty sure I also opened my book to appear to be deep in a very important (please don't interrupt me) meditative state of study, although I did not retain a word on the page I had open. Rather, my senses were a completely drowned out by that record playing in my brain about needing a moment (day) alone just by myself to adjust to this new internal scenery.
And so it went until my happy place finally arrived--tune in! Yes, I am home free! ONG, NAMO...GURU DEV...and it wasn't until somewhere between the third chant of Namo and Guru Dev that the sober realization set in...I am alone. And I really mean...alone! Imagine a class of 60-70 students with me sitting dead center in the completely full room with not a person to the right or left of me. How can that be? Coincidence? Do I...no, I have my new organic hemp oil deodorant on!
Once I got past the feeling of being the new kid in school during lunch hour, I had the epiphany: thoughts are things, Kundalini is a powerful practice and (whoa) there are no secrets. Wa-hey-guru! My fellow trainees were simply honoring my psychically vibrational request. Acknowledging the humor and the good dose of transparency in the situation, I gently flipped my insecure high school switch back off and tuned into the beauty of the class. And at that moment, like a butterfly, Sophia quietly entered the room and set her mat down in the spot right next to me.
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