“Age of Aquarius?”
I got cancelled today. Just like yesterday. I’m a per diem nurse and this happens when things are slow. I wasn’t too worried because I had tons of school work to do and it was an intensely beautiful fall day; the kind you just can’t bear to spend indoors. Days like this my body feels the sun beaconing and I get anxious…but just until I take a step outside and feel the warmth and LOVE in my bones. But I wasn’t anxious today. In fact had no idea how I was going to spend the day aside from a vague desire to finally complete the research assignment lurking in a corner of my mind, peaking out from behind a small but noticeable lump of guilt I had from not being at work. Then it hit me – I had received an email from my yoga instructor about a special kundalini class being held today “where we will communicate with the angels” and “prepare for the aquarian age upon us.”
Now, I have been cynical lately. I have been taking my vow to ‘not believe anything’ too literally. Perhaps. It has taken me away from the place I first felt at home. Yoga. I began reading about and practicing yoga as a child and sustained mediocre interest through my high school years and thereafter. I would take a class and feel an amazing connection. Sometimes. Connection to what? I didn’t know. and I certainly wasn’t about to ruin it by giving it a name. Then weeks or months might go by before I practiced again. A few years ago I enrolled in a year-long teacher training program; spending several thousand dollars of the small amount I’d saved to do so. The experience granted me knowledge about yoga’s history, the hindu religion, breathing, sanskrit chanting, and of course asana, or physical poses. Some of it I loved and some of it I wrote off completely as being just another bullshit religion. Fair enough. But I teach now, once a week. Sometimes I feel like I’m channelling this very powerful and amazing love. Other times I feel like I’m a fraud, or that I’m talking to a wall, or even being ridiculed by my students.
Today I decided to take the kundalini plunge. The 11.11.11 date is coming up tomorrow and that got me excited. My teacher would be there, sharing her love of yoga, her voice in chanting, her body for use as a channel of that great energy. I hadn’t been there in almost two years, but was greeted with a flash of her gorgeous motherly smile and the warmest hug. Ahhh relief. For some reason I get afraid that I’ll be forgotten by her. I am always wrong. She told us a story of Yogi Bhajan (the yogi who supposedly brought the secret kundalini practice to the masses despite the threat of death from his peers) and how he stated that on November 11, 2011 we would officially enter the Aquarian Age. That each one of us will wake up and rise to the calling to be what the world needs. It’s our turn to be the teacher, the mother, that ‘god-like’ figure to others. This was either the first I had heard this, or the first time I let it sink in. Very cool idea. And a very hokey one. I was ecstatic to be practicing with my teacher again, but I wasn’t by any means sold.
Yet when we practiced the kriya, I felt it again. That connection. As I breathed it moved through me. It was not subtle. I began tearing up a just few minutes into the practice. I did not let myself cry but surrendered to it, allowing myself to be a channel, a vessel for this energy. It come on strong and it lingered. It was blissful.
And I realized again what I had forgotten. Kundalini is powerful stuff.
It’s been so obvious to me lately that the world is changing at an incredibly a rapid rate. I feel it. The number of ‘coincidences’ or odd connections that I’ve noticed in the last few years, months, days have been increasing in quantity and magnitude literally exponentially. Really. I’ve been paying attention, trust me.
Maybe it’s just me. I’ve been more awake and so I’m aware of them. My filter is fading ever so slightly and I can finally begin to see. All of these coincidences were happening all along. But no. Recently it’s been people that I’ve had these experiences with. People who come in and out of my life in a cyclical fashion. People I keep running into. It’s not just me who’s feeling it. And it’s not just my new age-y friends, either. It’s the uptight cardiologist at work. It’s the flakey friend of a friend I never took seriously. It’s the guy I run into at the grocery store. It’s the estranged friend I’d all but given up on. All of these individuals are talking about the very same things I am thinking about. Energy, plants, time, space (outer and inner), vibration, sound, a bigger, brighter love.
And at the same time speaking about it is less and less necessary. I find myself wanting to talk to my husband about this amazing thought I had one moment to silencing myself the next; realizing that I know he already knows it and that words could only begin to scratch it’s surface. I’m doing this more and more as I realize that language has become perhaps the least effective communication method, as by the time the words come out the message feels like old news.
People are waking up a little more and noticing, too. People whom I never thought would admit to having been asleep. And each time I’m amazed. But I shouldn’t be. I never thought I’d admit to having been asleep either.
Is this the “Dawning of the Aquarian Age?” It is whatever we want it to be.
