Kundalini And The Art Of Being: The Awakening -

As the sun dipped below the mesas, the energy surged. It hit her solar plexus, and a lifetime of suppressed fears—the need for control, the terror of failure—flashed before her eyes like a dying star. She gasped, her back arching.

The energy reached her heart, and the canyon walls seemed to breathe with her. The distinction between her skin and the desert air vanished. She wasn't Elara the analyst; she was the pulse of the earth, the grit of the sand, and the ancient light of the stars above. The Awakening Kundalini and the Art of Being: The Awakening

“Don't fight it,” a voice whispered in her mind. “You aren’t losing yourself. You’re finding what’s underneath.” As the sun dipped below the mesas, the energy surged