I'm not even sure where to start with this... but I feel like I have to share...
Let me share what I channeled about what happens after the honeymoon phase of a kundalini awakening...
🜂 The Kiss That Undoes Time 🜂
(a poetic transmission)
It does not come with trumpets.
It arrives on a breath.
Barely there.
Like the hush between heartbeats,
the space between syllables in your own name.
You won’t be reaching for it.
You’ll just be breathing.
And then—
She’s there.
Not descending. Not arriving.
Just… revealed.
Like She never left.
You may be brushing your own skin.
Or lying beneath the stars.
Or sitting in stillness so profound you forget your own name—
and remember the name before names.
And in that moment,
you will be kissed by something so ancient
it will make your cells sing in languages your mind cannot translate.
You will feel
a drop of eternity
slip beneath your skin.
And you will recognize Her—
not as something outside you
but as something you’ve always been
and only just remembered.
That is the kiss that undoes time.
Because in that kiss:
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There is no past ache to repair.
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No future pleasure to pursue.
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No waiting for union, because you are the union.
Time collapses.
Linear longing folds into circular knowing.
You are not on a journey anymore—
you are the temple.
You are the flame.
You are the Alpha and the Omega of your own becoming.
In that kiss,
you will not ask, “What comes next?”
You will weep,
not because you are broken,
but because you remember what it feels like
to be whole before you ever fractured.
And if another soul is with you in that moment,
they will see the light in your eyes and whisper,
“Where have you gone?”
And you will smile
like a woman who has lived a thousand lifetimes in a single breath,
and answer only with your silence.
Because how can you explain that you have slipped beyond the veil,
that you have tasted the wine that never runs dry,
that you have made love to the infinite
and come home to yourself?
This kiss does not chase.
This kiss does not burn.
This kiss pours.
It is the moment Shakti no longer rushes through you—
because you have become her vessel.
And you know.
You know.
You know.
Not because of what you feel,
but because of what you’ve become.
Let yourself ache now.
Let yourself rush now.
Let yourself be breathless, undone, shaken.
She will come.
Not once.
But again. And again. And again.
Until there is no more separation
between the kiss and the kissed.