A friend approached me for advice. She had found a yoga teacher training that, among other things, claimed to make you more beautiful. Of course, I got stuck on that sentence. There are so many great yoga trainings … perhaps this is not one of them, I told her. She then went on to use the same money she had put aside for that training to insert breast implants instead.
I’m sitting on the floor writing this. The floor below me is solid. Just as the walls in my apartment are real, tangible examples of solid matter — right? Wrong. The floor and walls of my apartment are made up of infinitely small particles vibrating at different frequencies, with mostly void around them.
Science recognizes matter and energy. Yoga philosophy agrees, adding that beyond energy there is consciousness, and consciousness is what makes up the universe. Wait a minute — did you get that?
Consciousness is what really makes up the entire universe.
The consciousness theory seems pretty out there. But it does explain things quantum physics cannot. The famous quantum entanglement, for example: a particle that is split in two, and separated by miles, or even light-years apart, knows exactly what happens to the other half. They communicate faster than the light of speed. So fast that science believes it’s instant. Yoga says — why, of course, consciousness is not limited by rules of time and space; it’s in everything, so all things are always connected.
But science says, huh? What do we do with that knowledge, what are the implications?
Does that mean we can now stop studying outer-space and start studying inner-space?
Meditation instead of experimentation? Soul-searching instead of researching?
As I walk through life with my specific worldview, I keep alienating people and ideas that do not fit into mine. I unfriend Trump supporters on Facebook. I have a fit when my friends buy non-organic chicken. Last night, my journalist friend tells me that it always strikes him how friendly the Trump supporters are when you interview them. And right then, once again, the seemingly solid wall turns into a chaotic dance of conscious particles.
So, as of late, I’ve been embracing tantric yoga, given that it is a practice of letting go of your fixed ideas about things: the illusion of right and wrong, good and bad. We could all use a bit of that. Whereas other styles of yoga want you to cleanse your body and mind before starting a serious practice, tantric yoga will take you in just as you already are, however that may be.
All you dog-eating outcasts are welcome to start the practice of tantra. Right now, today, as you already are.
My friend who chose implants over a yoga teacher training was happy as can be last time I saw her. She is reading a great book about Buddhism. She gave me all her sport-bras that are now too small for her.
And yes — I wear them.