It was after the long holiday on the island. Being back at the city, the illusion of importance and rushing, all the unquestioned over complicatedness. It was an invite for ‘The meditative mind’s lunch’. He started to tell the usual story, secular upbringing, pragmatism, but psychedelics and ‘strange’ events of life bringing up something deeper. Moving energy inwards and upwards, the path and those certain experiences. I asked what experiences, as in Monty Python, a what, A WHAT STRUGGLE? Eyes were crossed, third eye was buzzing. After that I decided to talk about MY experience, my waking up, and my path. Strange. “You must meet him.” Strange, almost certain to have come here for this. Never went again. I sat together with the yogi. In peace. Those who are on the Kundalini path will all meet together. There shall be no doubt about it.