Kundalini Fog

Light Point Pond is about one year old in present (human) standards of lifetimes. It only struck me a few days ago that she is much older - perhaps millions of years old and has incarnated only just recently through me. I am to be receptive of her lessons and convey her message of healing, joy and love. She presents magnificent masses of fog on many mornings. They rise like gentle sheets or waves of wet mist. Wafting upwards towards the skies swirling almost dancing to a song all their own. She offers to the skies the gift of her essence and shares a piece of her soul to anyone watching or listening.

On this particular morning the fog had a new look. Or perhaps I had a new sight of vision as the fog rising was no longer sheet like but more spiraling finger-like in a pattern of her own kundalini rising to meet her skyward Gods. She was shedding her evening coat preparing to greet the morning and the day with a fresh new and cleaned face.

Watching one could see the tubular spirals climb upon one another lifting-stretching reaching upward as if it were a race to see which band would get there first. Beneath the waters laughed and played as the fog pulled away seeking to become one with the air above and to tear itself from the wet bonds that held so tightly below. No longer pulled down by gravity and the weight of its own water particles it ascends to become a spirit of the air and rise and move onward to another life form.

This pond shall teach me of changing life forms as in nature all forms are so temporary and transient. It is the only way. All death is a new life and all new life is but a death of some kind. And so cyclical and so necessary to perpetuate new ideas and cast them into infinity.

I wait in silence and gratitude for her to speak to me. That I may come to know of her wisdom and heal and offer her teachings to others that they too may heal and become whole.