Kundalini Splendor

Sri Aurobindo

God the Guru, God the Master, God the Friend, God the Mother, God the Child, God the Self, each of these experiences — for to us they are more than merely ideas, — it has carried to its extreme possibilities. But none of them has it pursued, embraced, sung with a more exultant passion of intimate realisation than the yearning for God the Lover, God the Beloved. It would seem as if this passionate human symbol were the natural culminating-point for the mounting flame of the soul’s devotion: for it is found wherever that devotion has entered into the most secret shrine of the inner temple.

We meet it in Islamic poetry; certain experiences of the Christian mystics repeat the forms and images with which we are familiar in the East, but usually with a certain timorousness foreign to the Eastern temperament. For the devotee who has once had this intense experience it is that which admits to the most profound and hidden mystery of the universe; for him the heart has the key of the last secret.

The work of a great Bengali poet has recently reintroduced this idea to the European mind, which has so much lost the memory of its old religious traditions as to welcome and wonder at it as a novel form of mystic self-expression. On the contrary it is ancient enough, like all things natural and eternal in the human soul.

Sri Aurobindo

(Dorothy Walters: I think of this force as the Beloved Within. It is not a thought, not a concept, but rather a presence felt––when all is in alignment ––as extreme bliss (ecstasy within.) I call this energy Kundalini, or the Life Force. It indeed feels like a lover making love to you from within. As you grow older, the bliss gets softer and softer, but it is still exquisite. It is no respecter of age, but continues in a more subtle form even into your nineties, always with less effort.)