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Not what it claims
on 7 June 2011
This is not Kundalini yoga and I was exceptionally annoyed to have paid good money for a book which is not what it says. It is actually a poor distillation of lots of yoga techniques without the authoratitive understanding of what these techniques mean and do to you.
The author, for example, describes one technique she calls Breath of Fire, which requires you to breath at 180 breaths per minute! Apart from the fact I do not believe anyone can achieve this practically, it is highly dangerous, as it simulates a panic attack and can result in fainting and ironically hypoxia. Done regularly it can lead to brain cell death.
Simply put, she does not know what she is talking about, and her descriptions could be downright dangerous. And you are not likely to get any whiff of a kundalini experience from what she says. If you do it will be by accident and she will not have prepared you for the trauma this can bring.
So avoid this book. I have extracted a section from Gopi Krishna's book to show you just what a kundalini experience is like and how terrifying it can be. If you do get such an experience from her techniques I should sue
"Gopi Krishna - Kundalini the Evolutionary energy in man
The nights were even more terrible. I could not bear to have a light in my room after I had retired to bed. The moment my head touched the pillow a large tongue of flame sped across the spine into the interior of my head. It appeared as if the stream of living light continuously rushing through the spinal cord into the cranium gathered greater speed and volume during the hours of darkness. Whenever I closed my eyes I found myself looking into a weird circle of light, in which luminous currents swirled and eddied, moving rapidly from side to side. The spectacle was fascinating but awful, invested with a supernatural awe which sometimes chilled the very marrow in my bones...
After extinguishing the lights, instead of seeing myself in darkness wafted gradually to a delicious state of rest preparatory to sleep, I found myself staring fearfully into a vast internal glow, disquieting and threatening at times, always in rapid motion as if the particles of an ethereal luminous stuff crossed and recrossed each other, resembling the ceaseless movement of wildly leaping lustrous clouds of spray rising from a waterfall which, lighted by the sun, rushes down foaming into a seething pool"