I knew somewhere within me that there was so much more to this existence than the relentless struggle of keeping up appearances, so much more than the drug-induced monotone of sensory deprivation, and so much more than the inverted social hierarchies which praised the material and spurned the spiritual.
Salvation came from an unlikely source - a chance encounter in a troubled moment, a picture on a library wall, a subsequent telephone call and an invitation to a Sahaja Yoga meeting in someone's home. For me, I had no great initial revelation, no strong sensation, no earth-shattering, mind-blowing experience but an intuitive knowledge that I had come home. My heart felt open for the first time in ages and it dawned on me that I, like so many in England, had been running away from this experience.
A year later and I was in Bombay, India, attending a clinic which specialised in Sahaja Yoga treatments. This was the breakthrough, the moment of sublime realisation. It was to be my 'time'. I had the experience of real 'Kundalini' awakening. I could feel this energy, which lies within each of us, coming out of the top of my head as a cool breeze.       [Next]