Kundalini Splendor

We often hear about memories of past life experiences.  Some of us (including me) have clear recollections of who and where we were in one or another of our past lives.  For me, it included a memory of being an orphan in eastern Tibet who escaped a cruel master and fled to a monastery two days away, where he was accepted and given a job of collecting yak dung for fuel, an assignment he was thrilled with, for he now "had a job."

 Another was a memory of traveling with my family to be present at the famous water festival celebration for King George I.

Here is wikipedia's description of this event: "The first performance of the Water Music suites is recorded in the Daily Courant, a London newspaper. At about 8 p.m. on Wednesday, 17 July 1717, King George I and several aristocrats boarded a royal barge at Whitehall Palace for an excursion up the Thames toward Chelsea. The rising tide propelled the barge upstream without rowing. Another barge provided by the City of London contained about fifty musicians who performed Handel's music. Many other Londoners also took to the river to hear the concert. According to the Courant, 'the whole River in a manner was covered' with boats and barges."

As I listened this morning to Handel's famous piece, something told me that I had been there to witness this spectacular event. I was a girl about 14, daughter of a poor farmer.  We loaded our flat bed wagon early (say, about 2:30 a. m.) and arrived in time to get a prime viewing position for the passage of the king and his retinue.  For me, this was the key event of my life, surpassing the excitement of getting married, having children and grandchildren.

But this morning, something a bit different happened.  I was listening to Handel's Royal Fireworks music (for George II, 1749) when, I realized how totally thrilled the musicians (especially the brass section) were to be included in this––or perhaps it was the Water Music–– performance.  They had practiced alone and with the full orchestra for countless hours, in order to offer a perfect tribute.  They wore splendid uniforms, freshly made, for this august occasion.  This presentation was the highlight of their careers, the pinnacle of their musical experience.

As I felt their exaltation, I noticed my own energies beginning to come through, sweet but lovely, and, as I often do, I moved my hands near and around my throat and head, allowing the subtle bliss to follow as I went.  As happens so often, it felt as though I was "stroking my aura," producing soft tender delight everywhere my hands went.

These states are difficult to describe, but they are lovely to experience.  I do not think I was actually a member of this orchestra, but I "felt" the inner thrill of the performers.  It was like a "glimpse" into the state of consciousness of someone from an earlier era.