Walt Whitman
After buying and starting to read the complete poems of Walt Whitman, i'm not really into poetry, I have failed thus far to find the crux of his Kundalini awakening touted by both Richard Bucke and Gopi Krishna.
However as I read through the section on Whitman in Bucke's Cosmic Consciousness book I find the passages I had been looking for. Upon reading the following exerpt from Song of Myself (which I have sarted, but not completed as it's huge) I am indeed struck by the fact that Walt had awakened Kundalini. He writes:
You settled your head athwart my hips and gently turned
over upon me,
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to
my bare-stript heart.
And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.
Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and joy and knowledge that
pass all the art and argument of the earth;
And I know that the hand of God is the elder hand of my own,
And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own,
And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, . . . and the women
my sisters and lovers,
And that a kelson of creation is love.
When I read this I am struck dumbfounded, I of course mean that I am suddenly hit with a Kundalini surge up my back, through my heart, and it expands into my head and beyond before reaching down to my feet.
I now not only intellectually know that Walt Whitman is my brother in Kundalini, but I also feel that it is so in my nervous system.
Thank you God, you've done it again. I can now confirm what Gopi Krishna and Richard Bucke have written about Walt, and I am so thankful to them for putting me onto this thread of knowledge.
