A Kundalini Christmas

I am highly amused. I personally believe in angels, and I think they like to play practical jokes and tease, and "poke, provoke, confront and elevate" as Yogi Bhajan would say. I also think they like to let us know we are on the right track, following the pieces of candy corn to treasure buried beneath a kriya, or under a tree. Either that, or I am an idiot savant like Rainman, and can count the days until Christmas, and know subconsciously that 90 days from Amma's birthday, when I began this practice, is December 25th! I know it is a 40-day practice, but when I curiously decided to see when 90 days would be up, I found, to my sheer and utter surprise, that the day will be Christmas Day. This is perfect! Ending the chanting of a mantra with a riff from "The Nutcracker Suite" on Christmas. I almost want to celebrate with milk and cookies.

But besides that, today was up and down. I had a beautiful morning Sadhana again, but the battery was low on my iPhone, so I didn't sing along with Bachan Kaur on "Angels in the Amrit", but instead with Mata Mandir Singh on "Live from Sweden". Let me break out the marzipan and pinwheel cookies of my Danish childhood.

I had a nice chat with Sat Inder Singh, and reconfirmed that I want to take Sikh vows and Amrit, though my body is revolting, by making me do Sadhana late. My inner demons in the closet, like a bunch of Voodoo Petro loa, are pitching a fit. I am painting over them. This is my way of doing therapy for my pissy inner child. Sat Inder says my real self is shining through more, and I think he is right! I feel more and more like the 'girl' I was before my mom died 14 years ago...before I dated Satan.

I am in awe of what Kundalini Yoga has done for my life, let alone this particular kriya. However, I almost didn't finish it today, because I was too busy looking at YouTube videos of Marcel the Shell with Shoes On, and the fake one with Rick Astley in it from the 80s. I almost fell off the sofa laughing so hard, and Rick Astley gave me butterflies, which scares me. I hope I don't have nightmares, and dream instead of celluloid faeries from the 60s.