I found Pascal’s class because, in exchange for the infamous basement space, he gives a free Kundalini class at the community center once a week. I initially came to ask him, with my newly acquired teacher’s accreditation in pocket, if I could replace him when he wasn’t available to teach.

Kundalini’s a strange sort of beast. I don’t know how many people start out wanting to teach, I imagine not many, but when you go deeper into your practice it’s no longer just about you. You find yourself needing to share, to go out into the world and sing:
“We are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively”

Bill Hicks

So I wasn’t really looking to take a new class but I found myself back at the community center the next Wednesday night. The same hodgepodge of hardworking, shall we call them misfits, kooks and saints slowly drift in. It’s no wonder that at 8:30 mid-week when we start the class and Pascal asks everyone how they’re feeling most say tired, very tired.

He begins the class with a staple of Kundalini yoga, the Sufi grind. A very simple effective warm up exercise that almost every class begins with. Sitting cross legged in easy pose with your hands on your knees, you begin to move your upper body from the hips in slow clockwise circles. This exercise is beneficial for numerous things : good for digestion and constipation, stimulating the kidneys thus the adrenal glands, it has a calming effect and most obviously it helps keep the spine stay flexible and young.

Usually it is done for one minute in each direction as a warm up but as we pass the one minute mark Pascal tells us to keep going, to make the circles larger, to let our heads follow the circular movement, to breathe long powerful breathes, to free ourselves, to get drunk…

With Henry Wolf’s intoxicating Tibetan Bells playing, he raises the bar and exhorts us to go deeper and deeper into the movement   into the sounds    into our breathe    to feel inebriated    to get lost inside the movement, again and again I hear “get drunk…. get drunk… drunk on life… drunk on time… drunk on your breath… to lose yourself” ….. until I disappeared ☁️☁️☁️

I am just starting out on this journey and have no idea what kind of teacher I will be, but one thing is for sure, I hope someday to help someone get lost so that they can find themselves.