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The Kundalini Chronicles - Scott Bryant-Comstock EPISODE 1, 23rd November 2020
Kundalini Chronicles – Sharing My Awakening Story
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Kundalini Chronicles – Sharing My Awakening Story

In this episode, Scott shares his Kundalini Awakening experience, and how it influenced his take on answering these huge questions: What if this was my last podcast? What would I say?

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This podcast features the lessons learned from Scott Bryant-Comstock's Kundalini Awakening. Scott shares aspects of his kundalini awakening, reads a spontaneously written poem coming straight from the universe, and provides a bit of homework to help guide you in your own self discovery for improvement.

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Poem shared in this episode:

The River

Pulsing, breathing, flexing, moving, still, flat, round,

all encompassing, distant, and close.

 

The river is the pulse of all these things.

The river is the pulse of the universe.

It is my pulse. It's your pulse.

It's a pulse, and it's not a pulse.

 

The river is me.

A billion, no billions of cicadas reminding me of life,

of being in the present.

The river soothes. The river ask for nothing.

The river flows steady and warm, yet not warm, not cold.

Just is.

 

The river is comforting without expectation, without demand.

The river breathes.

The river laughs kindly at my hesitation to dive in to immerse myself.

The river is in no hurry. It waits for me with patience.

 

The river teases me by reminding me that the river is me, is us, is everything.

 The river beckons me with its song,

a beautiful peaceful, steady pulse that is life.

That is death.

That shows no favorites.

Has no use for the concept of other.

Only the concept of one.

 

 I am one. We are one. This room is one.

The earth, planets–all that we know in this physical plane is part of one.

 

The river flows with my life force. It is what awaits me when I die.

No, actually it doesn't await. it already is.

The river doesn't teach about life. It is life. Just as it is death.

The river does not call for me. It breathes through me.

The cicadas are me. I am the cicadas. We are the cicadas.

We are the river, the river is the universe.

The universe is me.