After reading in Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche’s book his suggestion to go into conflict—into the very heart of the noise, agitation, and inner chaos rather than away from it—I decided to try the practice myself. I didn’t start with a specific event. I simply became still and waited to see what memory might surface. No forcing. Just openness.
Soon, an old feeling began to stir, and with it, a memory returned in surprising clarity: sitting in dental anatomy class, where the professor would grill one student at a time—mercilessly. I had always feared being called up and skewered in front of the room. Though it never happened, the fear had already taken root. The moment would pass, the class would move on, but no resolution came. Just a lingering freeze, like an animal caught in headlights—no escape, no completion.
I didn’t try to analyze or replace it. I let the memory recreate the original sensations—body-based, palpable. Just as in a dream, where images alone can provoke a full physiological reaction, this recollection carried its own visceral weight. I waited, allowing the echo of that experience to become fully felt. Not just remembered—re-lived.
When the sensation came fully present, I located where in the body it was gathering—where the tension was most concentrated. That’s where I focused. Not trying to fix it, shift it, breathe it away. I went into it.
Right into the heart of that discomfort. Into the tension, the unsteadiness, the embarrassment, the helplessness. Deep inside, there was a core—a kernel of intensity. And it was that kernel I leaned into. Like tracking a fast fly in the kitchen, I didn’t let it dart away. I stayed with it. It tried to slither away but I now had it caught.
Finally, something yielded.
That compressed sensation imploded—smashed, crumbled into pieces. Like a tightly wound seed breaking into powder. And that powder—those fragments of unresisted fear—were absorbed. No longer repressed, no longer escaped. Utilized.
Suddenly, energy moved.
It shot through my body—up and down each arm, through the legs, like breath returned to limbs long clenched. It was as if the frozen circuit of the original experience had thawed, and its trapped energy was now liberated and available.
What had been a contraction became a flow. What had been frozen became a resource.
And what was left?
Spaciousness. Openness. Energy. Invigoration. Insight.
Spiritual Gravity 