Introduction

[Guest guest]

Dear and members,

Some time ago, I joined this group, but have felt wary and hesistant about

posting till now. Also, mentioned in a post that he could feel everyone

who is in this group whether they post or not, so he has surely felt me watching

from a distance. I've been reading the postings every day, and enjoying them

very much. It's been very helpful.

I found out about the Kundalini a few years ago, after having visions and dreams

that were impossible to ignore. For a while it was really scary, but since then

I have read experiences of others, and have seen that I am not alone.

I did not paricipate in the Shaktipat; yet I knew about it, and have been aware

of this and thing about this group. At the time of the Shaktipat I had this

dream, so of course I wonder if this is related.

 

In the dream, there was a symbol; a white star with 5 arms, and the arms were

beginning to move.

I was standing and there was a circular water container in front of me to the

left. The surface was perfectly calm. I began to do chakra protection movements

with my right arm. The seven movements were completed, and the surface of the

water began to spin and rise with great power. I did the seven movements seven

times in all, and each time the power within the water increased. People around

me were fearful and angry. I was to be executed for this, and the time was set.

I was not afraid of this; I felt sad for my family though. I took my farewells

of my family, and I said this to them; 'The Spirit is Light. We are all Light.'

A woman came in front of me with a knife. She stabbed deep and wide into my

abdomen, and I felt excruciating pain until I died. I found myself floating and

slumbering in an ocean; it was dark and peaceful. It was like a state of

awareness in sleep.

I saw something white floating near me. I looked carefully at it, and saw that

it was a baby girl. The baby was waiting for its way into the world.

Instinctively I knew the way, and steered the baby with my hand down into the

depths, till the bed of the ocean. Here I saw some light filtering. There was a

cream-coloured canvas separating the dark ocean from the light ocean. In one

place there was a narrow slit where the canvas had separated from the ocean

floor, and it was here that I pushed the baby. I pushed the baby through into

the light water, and watched it begin to rise. Once more I was in restful peace.

 

Love, Semira