Once upon a toxic situationship, we dated a guy who made beach walks feel like emotional minefields. Years passed. Healing happened. We never saw him again. Even though he lived on the same dirt road on the way to our retreat space, SURÁ.

One day at our emotional rock bottom, we spotted him on the sand—far away, barely a blip. Nothing to see here. But the next night, we rallied for a friend. We stepped into our hot-girl-wing-woman red dress, and there he was again. Increíble.

We hadn’t seen this man in years. But two days in a row? And they seated him at the table next to us. There are no coincidences in life. Seriously. The Universe has jokes.

Eyes locked. New girlfriend present. He stared at us like we were the main course. Completely enamored—completely inappropriate. Everyone around us could feel the tension.

But we weren’t shaken. Actually. We couldn’t have cared less. We were too busy engaged in our wing-woman duties and shrimp tacos. That was the moment. Because suddenly, the fear we used to carry wasn’t fear. It was fuel.

THE EX WASN’T THE ACTIVATION

We remembered the version of us who would’ve spiraled for days—overanalyzing eye contact, inventing new meanings for a raised eyebrow. Who would’ve left the restaurant early. But this time, we stayed. We breathed. We laughed so hard we snorted in public. We tipped the waiter too much. We felt…good. That was new.

And it wasn’t because we wanted him to see us. It was because, for the first time in a long time, we were seeing ourselves clearly.

The ex didn’t change. The energy did. Because we finally knew what it meant to hold our own. No psychic shielding. No spiritual bypassing. Just a nervous system that knew: we were safe.

MORE THAN A MOOD RING FOR YOUR ORGANS

Kundalini is about being so deeply rooted in your own energy that nothing can knock you out of it. Sometimes it starts at a dinner table. In a red dress you almost didn’t wear. Locking eyes with someone you thought had power over you. But really, it was yours all along.

Kundalini is an ancient yogic concept that refers to dormant life-force energy said to sit coiled at the base of the spine—like a snake curled and waiting. In Eastern traditions, it’s considered a divine force of awakening, rising through the chakras to burn through blocks, awaken dormant potential, and activate states of deep clarity, consciousness, and connection. It’s less about enlightenment and more about remembering what’s already in you.

But if the word “kundalini” makes you picture someone levitating in linen, hold up. There’s a reason people across traditions, timelines, and disciplines speak to this same spark—whether they call it energy, eros, prana, or power. The experience may feel mystical, but it’s also biological.

From a scientific perspective, a Kundalini awakening often corresponds with tangible shifts in the nervous system. You might notice heightened awareness, emotional surges, or a strange sense that everything is both vivid and spacious. That’s not magic. That’s your parasympathetic nervous system re-engaging. That’s neural plasticity re-patterning thought loops that once ran the show. That’s your body coming out of freeze—and finally trusting itself again.

You’re not floating above your timeline. You’re reentering it fully. Rewired. Reclaimed. Awake.

OH, HOW THE TABLES HAVE TURNED

That dinner wasn’t just a karmic rerun—it was a return to ourselves. In the Cobalt + Capulets Method, Creation is what happens when your nervous system isn’t in survival mode. It’s when your energy finally has room to move forward—not to prove, but to play. You don’t have to manifest from perfection. You just need to act like you’re already whole.

When kundalini energy moves, you become the version of you who doesn’t flinch, explain, or overcompensate. You feel sexy without sourcing it from someone else’s validation. You build things. Not to be chosen, but because you already chose yourself.

You don’t need a run-in with your ex to rise. You don’t need an altar or a serpent tattoo. You just need to move your energy, claim your space, and remember what lives inside you when no one else is watching. Kundalini is a current. You’re the conduit.

We left that dinner not rattled, but rooted. Not because we won some invisible power play, but because we finally saw how far we’d come. That red dress didn’t give us power—it reminded us of what had always been ours. Kundalini isn’t for the faint of heart. But it’s for anyone ready to stop outsourcing their energy to people who can’t hold it. Including our past selves.