From AI, because I am a lazy fuck..but there is purpose beyond my love of sloth. So I was pondering the Ophanim, something I am sure you probably never do, and why not I ask you?
When they used to persistently visit me, 30 years ago, I would catch them, just as I fell asleep, spinning around my head whispering to me. And I would sleepily wonder why they were there; what the fuck did they want with me? And as I have written before, my wife the agnostic also saw them spinning above our bed.
What the hell do you do with something like that? I will tell you what you do, you quietly try to forget it ever happened, then again, its something that never leaves you. So since I am baffled, I thought I would consult the technological oracle, of unbaffling: AI and see the connection it could make between the Ophanim and Kundalini. This is what it came up with, which is rather fascinating, and aligns with my own thoughts, which makes me wonder if it is reading my mind and reporting back to Lucifer.
Both Ophanim and Kundalini are profound, ancient symbols of ascension, though they originate from entirely different mystical traditions. The Ophanim belong to Judeo-Christian angelology, while Kundalini is deeply rooted in Hindu and Yogic philosophies.
The Ophanim: Judeo-Christian Sacred Geometry
- Origins: The word Ophanim translates directly to “wheels” in Hebrew. They are a class of celestial beings—often known as “many-eyed ones”—frequently described in the Book of Ezekiel (Ezekiel 1:15-21). [1]
- Appearance & Purpose: They are traditionally visualized as concentric glowing wheels intersecting at right angles, embedded with countless eyes, and hovering near the throne of God. [1, 2]
- Symbolism: In esoteric and mystical traditions (such as Christian mysticism and Kabbalah), the Ophanim represent sacred geometry, cosmic order, and the mechanism of divine vision. The “wheels” symbolize the cyclical, infinite nature of the universe and the unceasing vigilance of divine wisdom. [1]
Kundalini: Eastern Spiritual Anatomy
- Origins: Kundalini is a Sanskrit term meaning “coiled” or “circular.” In Hinduism and Tantra, it represents a dormant, latent spiritual energy located at the base of the spine. [1, 2]
- The Awakening Process: Through dedicated yogic practices, deep meditation, or spontaneous awakenings, this energy uncoils and rises upward along the spinal column, passing through seven psychic energy centers called chakras. [1, 2, 3, 4, 5]
- Symbolism & Experience: It is often visualized as a coiled serpent. When fully awakened, it is believed to bridge the physical human body with universal, cosmic consciousness, leading to “enlightenment”. [1, 2, 3, 4]
Where They Intersect
While they look entirely different on the surface, mystics, esoteric philosophers, and Gnostic scholars often view them as different cultural lenses for describing the exact same process of inner spiritual awakening. [1, 2]
- The Internal Temple: Many interpreters equate the rising of Kundalini energy (through the chakras) with biblical imagery. For instance, the “seven spirits” or “seven churches” in the Book of Revelation are frequently mapped to the seven chakras. [1]
- The “Eye” Connection: In the Hindu tradition, Kundalini reaches its peak at the Ajna (Third Eye) chakra in the brain, unlocking psychic vision and higher perception. Similarly, the Ophanim are defined by their “many eyes,” representing a state of pure, unrestricted spiritual sight, or the ability to see the world through divine awareness. [1, 2, 3]
- Baptism of Fire: Many interpret the biblical concept of being “baptized with the Holy Spirit and with fire” as the Western equivalent to a Kundalini awakening—an inner, transformative fire that purifies the spirit. [1, 2]
In both concepts, the journey represents moving away from a purely physical, ego-driven state into one characterized by cosmic interconnectedness, divine wisdom, and profound spiritual vision. [1]
While beautifully analytical, where is the heart and soul and the humanness of the spiritual experience. It is mysticism trapped within the intellect, where is can never take root and flower, for the mystic relishes the unveiling, the quiet intimacy and ecstasy of what only Spirit can deliver.
Shakti, fuck all technique and intellection, and instead reach down and be merciful to your child, unfold and move within your fiery love within me. Not because I am deserving, but because I am the least of your children, deformed and weighed down by the world…but I know you cannot resist my love as I call out to you. And Mother, my fierce, loving, protective forces that overlooks and protects me as I and All flows out of the Godhead into the world; protect me…unveil yourself to me. Be merciful to One who has loved you, since I first drew breath from your being. For we share all things, within the intimacy of your being and love, and forgive me if I am again throwing pebbles at your veil; open the fullness of your being to me. You can trust this Human and his love and loyalty to you.
Flow in fullness.
Flow in fullness.
Flow in fullness.
from the depths of my being and draw it to you within the heavenly realms.
Reveal all to me.
Reveal all to me.
Reveal all to me.
Let your fire kindle within me a flame, ever-pure and effulgent in its wonderous light; let it burn and burn within me, until everything has been consumed, leaving only your love and truth.
I am just a dusty, clad human, begging a God; where is my leverage over you? What can I kindle within myself to make your being long for me, as much as I constantly long for you. And how do I stoke your brightness, within the darkness of the world?
When I was a child, there was a book that my Mother read to me most every Christmas. It was called “The Littlest Angel.” and it never failed to set me about weeping. In fact, just now, as I reread, the contents of the Angel’s gift to God, I wept again.
God doesn’t care about our money, our tithes and offerings, the slaughter of red heifers, our puffed up giving…God is looking for the heart, that is the fount of love, that generates the gift in the first place. That is the treasure, not the gift itself.
Apologies: From AI again:
In Charles Tazewell’s classic story The Littlest Angel, the titular character’s gift to God for the Christ Child was a small, plain wooden box filled with his cherished earthly possessions.
These simple, sentimental treasures included:
- A butterfly with golden wings
- A sky-blue egg from a bird’s nest
- Two white stones from a riverbank
- A worn, tooth-marked leather collar strap from his faithful dog
Although he was initially ashamed to present such humble trinkets among the other angels’ glorious gifts, God declared that the box pleased Him most. He held it in such high esteem that He placed the treasure box in the night sky, transforming it into the Star of Bethlehem.
Trust your child’s heart, because it is here, that you have the ability to become One with God.
Well, I didn’t plan to write this or to weep this morning…