Friday, December 16 2011, 7.45.
Decided to give the program a go from the very start: Alarm clock at 5.30, morning tea at 5.40.
From 6.30 till 7.30 I just had my first yoga lesson in decades. There was this amazingly tall and round and for sure blond young lady with the radiance of a gym trainer that already had started the lesson when I came to the yoga hall 5 minutes before time. Well, the lesson was nice, my stiffnes well expected and still a bit shocking.
The lady was as they/we are these days in satsang circles: give it a try, do your best, don’t force yourself, it is fine, no matter what.
At a point I saw in a flash how easy this can end in what happened in Germany last century: this whole strongly competitive naturist/yogi/sports youth movement that got infected by fear and an easy prey for Hitler.
The moment yoga becomes a winning game, the law of the strongest is full on etc, etc
your insite about the yoga expirience
Brandon would say: You tab into the consiousness of that time
Ki Gai!
Bi Gay! to you too.
hans