The snake had uncoiled, and for the first time, Elara was truly awake.
She had come to the retreat not for enlightenment, but for an escape from a burnout that felt like ash in her lungs. But as she sat cross-legged on the cooling sandstone, following the rhythmic So-Hum breath instructed by the teacher, something shifted. Kundalini and the Art of Being: The Awakening
It started as a pinprick of heat at the base of her spine—a tiny, molten coal. The Stirring The snake had uncoiled, and for the first