Himalayan Odyssey in the land of cedars

Life is precious and flows like a river, that is, if we truly align and allow it to flow. It may sound far-fetched to allow our individual will to surrender to the divine will but the leap from ‘logic’ to ‘magic’ is the game changer. The path of celebration and liberation is a beautiful blossoming process. I feel honoured to share a magical journey in Lebanon earlier this year.

The connection with Serene:

I was browsing through my inbox at Kevala when I came across a mail from a yoga teacher, Serene , seeking guidance on her journey into Kundalini uprising. She mentioned in her letter that she had met an ‘awakened’ being at a ceremony in Barcelona and that he had been initiated into Kundalini rising by me. She went on to track me on the net and an instant rapport was established with Serene. A few minutes later, we were engrossed in conversation. The communication was transparent and the connection between us seemed eternal. In a few days, she invited me to Beirut to guide her and her students. I responded instantly with an affirmative.  It came straight from the heart.

Getting to Lebanon for Indian passport holders is never easy. It was obvious that Serene had to apply for my visa. I was travelling to Kailasa Temple in Ellora caves while the visa application in Beirut had been under process for over a month. I kept trusting that it would fall into place as my travel date was fast approaching.  Just 3 days before I was due to travel to Lebanon, I received an excited message from Serene that the visa had come through. It was indeed a relief to see the visa in my mail. However, It was a transit visa. Apparently, there is no ‘tourist’ visa that is issued to Indians.

When I reached the  International Airport at Bengaluru, the airline further created a fuss and after making a series of calls to immigration authorities, they eventually allowed me to pass through. Landing in Beirut, everything seemed pleasant and easy. It was winter. Fresh breeze and a light drizzle greeted me as I stepped out. Serene welcomed me at the airport with a warm hug. I could sense the purity in her. She radiated love and compassion and a deep familiarity that extended to many lifetimes.

The Himalayan commonality:
Lebanon is a small and vibrant nation with a mix of Arab, French and British cultures. The interesting mix of great food, beautiful people and music keep one enthralled. It is hard to miss the views of snow-capped hills and green hilltop towns overlooking the Mediterranean sea. The commonality of Himalayas is with the ‘cedar’ trees. The cedars do not grow as tall as the ones in the Himalayas but remind us of its magic, nevertheless!

The Kriya encounters begin:
I discovered that I have an intense connection with Lebanon. Many past journeys came flooding into me as a pure remembrance. Many eager aspirants were awaiting to explore and embrace the science of Himalayan Kriya Yoga. The sessions were intense and pushed the thresholds of many. The chants, breathing, tapping, detox, and purification processes seemed strange to a few initially. However, they all experienced the intense river of prana streaming through the meridians across the body. The feeling of purity, bliss, celebration, and ecstasy gave them a glimpse into higher possibilities. It is an honour to share this wisdom with beings that are ready to grasp. The sheer joy of watching them celebrate the flow of prana and click into alignment makes it worthwhile to offer this rare Himalayan yogic science in its unbridled expression.

Amazing encounters at the ‘Soul-Spa’:
The beautiful serene mornings in Beirut absorbed in sharing the Himalayan Kriya Yoga will always be truly memorable.  I felt privileged to share this amazing science with beings that were eager to absorb. As always we made an early start. The mornings were chilly and it felt so joyful as the sun peeked through the glass windows and warmed us. I enjoyed watching the radiant faces as they soaked in the flow of the river of prana passing through them. Randa, the owner of ‘soul-spa’ (yoga and healing studio) in Beirut opened her beautiful space with all her heart. I felt honoured to be there to serve many beings in need.

Many beautiful beings made themselves available for the healing encounters. Blissfully, they received the immense transmissions of light passing through this instrument. Mystical, magical and magnetic in its impact, these cosmic transmissions just happen to permeate everywhere. Tapping into these rays empower us with the phenomenal ability to ignite integrative healing flow across the bodies and liberate from chronic situations of pain, suffering, debilities, and ailments that seem threatening. This immense yogic science is oceanic in its extent of awareness and possibilities. The profundity of the results is evident in these intense moments. It humbles me with creative flow pouring in from higher dimensional masters. These encounters are beyond logic and reasoning of baffled beings that want to know how they could feel the release so rapidly during the pure alignment sessions. The answer is simple. Prana flows across the meridian channels and unblocks everything that is out of alignment.

The game changers
Music, laughter, love, flow, freedom, intent, gratitude, compassion, trust, surrender, attitude breathing, conscious awareness ….all are inescapable aspects of purification and alignment with the self. There is no room for complacency and assumptions on the path to liberation.  The pain of discipline is better than the pain of regret. This powerful concept requires practice and needs to be hammered within until we step out of our comfort zones and face the real pain of ignorance that has confined us to limitedness. All those who have truly encountered the self, have had a powerful experience of bliss, celebration and liberation. Thankfully many beings that truly received the flow passing through me did have a phenomenal experience of these elevated states.

Ecstasy in The Mountain Retreat (Ramalieh):

Unraveling the serenity of Lebanon can happen in its expansive elevated zones, where the cedars, olives, orange trees, quaint homes and bright faces welcome us en route the drive to the snow-covered hills. The magic of watching the Mediterranean sea while driving and to be able to celebrate the changing landscapes is a treat in itself. Ramalieh is a retreat in an eco-protected green zone. The space is usually rented for yoga and silence retreats. As soon as we entered, I could sense the deep silence that engulfed the meditation hall. We had carried huge and powerful audio speakers and plugged into music instantly. The bare hall reverberated with echoes which did not seem sonically pleasant. The wind outside was fierce. Our friends warmed up at the fireplace and later that evening, the space came alive with Sufi music from India. There were some energy corrections in the hall that I took note for calibrating for the next day. I spent a few hours listening to the music collection of Raja, a dear friend of Sylvie.

Day one at Retreat:

It was 7 am in the morning and a bit of chill was evident in the air. The meditation space was ready for the magnanimous flow of the event. I was greeted by 30 aspirants, all looking forward to a journey of fine-tuning through the sacred science of Himalayan Kriya Yoga.

The music kept us magnetized through the extended and intense session that lasted more than 4 hours. There was no dint of tiredness as each of them plunged into the flows of prana that permeated their cellular awareness. The inner awakening process that I had promised all of them was pulsating within as intense and inescapable awareness.

It was intriguing to watch the flow that surpassed the resistance that cropped up. It was a mixed crowd with varying levels of readiness, fitness, receptivity, intensity, and preparedness. It did seem like a challenge to enable all of them to derive the experience that they had turned up for. My eyes scanned dormancy that occurred around. There was a deep-seated urge to invoke a surge in each of their spines. I was on intense fire. The Kundalini shakti within raged with a deep sense of purpose. Every being lying on the floor waiting for the ultimate rising within them appeared to me as pillars of light. The human spirit had to rise beyond the ordinary. Devotion, trust, surrender and acceptance are crucial for a surge to happen. Strangely the clash between the desperation and surrender often serves as a hindrance. When all efforts have ended, its easier to collapse into surrender. When surrender is complete, grace appears. Logic fails and magic happens. The grammar ends and flow begins. The intellect exhausts and intelligence emerges. The intelligence exhausts and intuition happens. The surrender is ushered by a rush of energies that shape the flow through floodgates within.

For some, it may take a gentle touch and for some others, just the presence of a realized being is enough. While for most, there is a need for a huge shake-up. I do this effectively by stepping on them. It may sound crude to the ones that treat their body with fear and boundaries. However it is proven that the body needs to be kickstarted into an extraordinary upward rush of prana. The dormant kundalini can rise spectacularly and end a lifetime of wait. A split second moment of kandarpa vayu (Kundalini) making its way through the open gateway in the spine could result in an orgasmic ecstasy in the midbrain and awaken the DMT flow. Huge expansions, explosions, tingling sensations, contractions, visions, holographic impressions, divine sounds and sacred geometry symbols occur in a clear and transparent space within.

The process of magnetic induction is intriguing science. For those who are ready, it is a phenomenal experience and for the skeptical it may seem ridiculous to offer oneself to higher knowing or experience. The fear within is a wall. To overcome this apprehension, we need to trust enough.

A handsome young man who seemed overwhelmed sat up during the process and told me he just wanted to watch what was happening around him. I could sense his fear and told him he can be a witness. In a matter of an hour, he watched 29 aspirants around him induced into a drug-free ecstasy, made possible through magnetic transmissions of bio-photonic flow. When we are ready to surrender and let go, we have the ability to rise above the pain and access the states of liberation through the purest flow of prana across the extended meridian network in our subtle body.

I enjoyed the role of switching between being a DJ spinning DMT trance music and a personal guide to each of them. When they were ushered to sit up, it was a treat to watch them in a golden glow. The innate power wash was palpable. The ecstatic state is hard to hide or mask. I witnessed stiff men get up and dance like carefree children. The music added more zing to the celebration. Everything that occurred in this meditation space was pure magic. It was 12 pm and 30 beings in the room were dancing to the beat. The underlining factor was that there was no alcohol, drugs or substances involved. It reiterates that music is the most potent drug ever known and when combined with apt energies, weaves the most exotic feeling of celebration.

Godliness lies in its finest details. Everything matters and contributes to the higher knowing – purity of sound, choice of music, the intensity of purification, strong intent, energies, transmissions of masters, the readiness of beings, choice of space and preparedness to access the gifts and override challenges that surface en route to the summit point within.

The immensity of celebration pervaded us all. It was an inescapable feeling. The internal fire was raging while streams of pure compassion flowed profusely. Soaked in magnanimous gratitude, the revelations gather momentum. It is always an honour to watch beings blossom and share their journeys. The feeling of expansiveness and infinite love continued while we walked through remote hills meandering through cedar, olive and lemon trees and watched nature express its bounty. Every stone along the path seemed to have a story to share. The skies painted itself in crazy hues and clouds expressed in myriad ways. The heart bloomed in pure satisfaction. There is no better feeling than watching pure joy unfolding around. If one would switch to view our existence from the creators angle, the world we live in would be a great remembrance of the dance of light and shadows.

Angels in flow:

Every event conceived by higher design attracts the most amazing beings to celebrate the flow. It came as no surprise that we were basking in the company of loving beings. Aida, our healer friend had offered to cook for us. She unleashed her choicest Indian and Lebanese delicacies, which tickled the palate and yet was light enough to suit our intensive kriya practice. Hani, a talented movie director had taken on the realms behind the lens and captured the event in arty and classy angles, which opened our eyes to higher possibilities.
Serene weaved the magic of bringing everyone on the same page. Arabic translators popped in to make it easy for those who could not grasp my communication. Everyone volunteered around to make it easy for each other to rise above struggles and limitations. Raja, a self-taught parkour practitioner helped some of us navigate through the woods.

Eternal connections:

I had walked into Beirut without any expectations. At the end of two weeks, I had the honour to connect with some of the most beautiful beings I had encountered in a long time. It became harder to bid goodbye. ‘When will you be back again?’ This was the parting note of everyone that I connected with on this momentous journey. I firmly believe that strangers are friends from the past that we discover again and the connection is eternal. In true readiness, openness, acceptance and unconditional flow, the connections remain fragrant and expressive.