The trip to Quebec was for two reasons. First, the massive amount of Psychedelic Plant medicine I was consuming would stress the organs, making the body sluggish. Also, I treated 40 to 50 people a week, and I noticed residual unresolved Trauma beginning to surface. Second, I had never practiced Yoga before, studied Asana and visited an ashram. I arrived during a 30-day teacher training program, I had no prior knowledge of the event or three thousand dollars to join, but they let me stay as a Yogi vacationer. Hundreds of people from all over the world attended. I stayed in a tent up in hills secluded and followed the curriculum created for the guests. Some of the attendees recognized me for my work in Peru. I guess living in the forest next to the Ashram and out of the spotlight would not last too long. So I ventured to my first yoga class; it was two hours, and I felt good. After the teacher took me aside and said this was not my first yoga class, she laughed, you lied. I explained to her that I was studying the philosophy of Yoga but no Asana; maybe through osmosis, my body knew. The teacher told me I was a Yogi from the past and a good omen for the Ashram; she said I would learn quickly. I had lunch with the group studying the teacher's training; long story short, I blended in, moved into a dormitory and joined the study. The Yoga teacher offered to give me private lessons; she unlocked parts of my body, applying pressure and deep stretching into postures that challenge beginners. It was excruciating, and I liked it; as the pain intensified, I experienced vivid flashbacks of Yoga on the Ganges river shores long ago. Then, I realized I was experiencing a psychedelic reality without the substances and Asana released DMT. After 2 weeks of intense practice, I went from minimal flexibility to meditating in full lotus, well ahead of the other students.
The Ashram became my home, and the Quebec Mountains my spirit. At night I dreamed of a proud native chief running through the forests. Every day, I became stronger and faster from a stiff board that could not reach his feet into a full-time yogi.
A man from India attended the teacher's training; he watched the students and ensured they performed their duties. First, he asked to sit and drink tea; I said, of course. Then, he asked if I was doing Karma yoga while staying at the Ashram. I explained that I was not and knew nothing about it. Next, He congratulated me on my karma yoga duties; and transferred me to a location that he said is an honourable space to clean.
The Ashram became my home, and the Quebec Mountains my spirit. At night I dreamed of a proud native chief running through the forests. Every day, I became stronger and faster from a stiff board that could not reach his feet into a full-time yogi.
A man from India attended the teacher's training; he watched the students and ensured they performed their duties. First, he asked to sit and drink tea; I said, of course. Then, he asked if I was doing Karma yoga while staying at the Ashram. I explained that I was not and knew nothing about it. Next, He congratulated me on my karma yoga duties; and transferred me to a location that he said is an honourable space to clean.
He would ask one more question, have you studied magic and opened the five sheaths. I replied that I had never heard of 5 sheaths but activated the five inner bodies of light. He responded by stating I cheated, and I am doing the same with Asana. This man from India was knowledgeable and could read the layers or rings in a person's eyes. This practice is similar to counting the rings on a tree after being cut down to find its age. He said I had more rounds than average for someone my age, but they are fresh, which means I evolved quickly. In India, we call cheating Karma; it's my Karma and destiny to take the fastest path necessary every time I get a body. But there are consequences to bending time, and my actions affect everyone around me. For example, the Ashram students have noticed the Yogi vacationer; you are excelling and sun tanning by the pool, alluding to this path as easy. Now you must go back to the start and spend your days in the peace plane museum, organizing, cleaning, sweeping and mop the floors.
The Peace plane exhibit was built in honour of the Swami Vishnu. He believed that state borders passports and visas inhibited that chance of unity or peace. In 1971, Swami Vishnu Devananda flew a twin-engine plane with no passport or visa painted by artist Peter Max from Boston to Belfast, Ireland. The same year he flew over the Suez Canal from Israel to Egypt and over Pakistan and India. In September 1983, he flew over the Berlin Wall from West to East and landed an ultra-light glider in the Berlin field. I began to think deeply after meeting the teacher from India. He was right about the fast path to enlightenment. I wanted to perform at my best without bypassing any of my spiritual development. I know that deviations run rampant in spiritual and religious communities, and I did not want to become one of those statistics.
Every day I would venture into the peace plane museum, sweep-mop the floors, dust the railings and clean the windows. Some days I was on my hands and knees for one month, 2 hours a day, twice a day. I brushed each picture, touched the walls with some varnish and helped fix the entrance door falling off the hinges. I restocked the shelves with more peace plane passports that shared his message and handed them to daily visitors. So many people came to share stories about this great man with me; many of these visitors were on his deathbed, and others spoke of when he first arrived in Quebec. The museum turned into a place of laughter and joy; fresh blood was pumped into the heart of the Sivananda Ashram.
The Peace plane exhibit was built in honour of the Swami Vishnu. He believed that state borders passports and visas inhibited that chance of unity or peace. In 1971, Swami Vishnu Devananda flew a twin-engine plane with no passport or visa painted by artist Peter Max from Boston to Belfast, Ireland. The same year he flew over the Suez Canal from Israel to Egypt and over Pakistan and India. In September 1983, he flew over the Berlin Wall from West to East and landed an ultra-light glider in the Berlin field. I began to think deeply after meeting the teacher from India. He was right about the fast path to enlightenment. I wanted to perform at my best without bypassing any of my spiritual development. I know that deviations run rampant in spiritual and religious communities, and I did not want to become one of those statistics.
Every day I would venture into the peace plane museum, sweep-mop the floors, dust the railings and clean the windows. Some days I was on my hands and knees for one month, 2 hours a day, twice a day. I brushed each picture, touched the walls with some varnish and helped fix the entrance door falling off the hinges. I restocked the shelves with more peace plane passports that shared his message and handed them to daily visitors. So many people came to share stories about this great man with me; many of these visitors were on his deathbed, and others spoke of when he first arrived in Quebec. The museum turned into a place of laughter and joy; fresh blood was pumped into the heart of the Sivananda Ashram.
I took everything I learned from my Karma Yoga duties in the peace plane museum and brought it onto the mat. I was perfecting the art of Asana and using the body to open higher realms of intelligence; the postures became more dynamic, and my psychic gifts stronger. Nothing was forced; everything was happening naturally at the moment. Finally, one beautiful morning I received a breakthrough. I finished my practice, and it was one of my best. I went back to the dormitory to lay down and rest before my karma yoga duties. All of a sudden, I jumped out of bed and awoke in someone else's body. I was a big fat truck driver. I noticed a sign on the road that said North Carolina. There was a blizzard; the snow was sticking to the truck window, and I was exhausted. My eyes began to open and close, falling asleep. I was yelling inside the body to wake up, and then it happened. First, I heard tires screeching and next to a high-frequency static tone, almost like the noise you hear on DMT. Then, everything became pure white light, and I awoke back in the dormitory at the Ashram. The exciting part of this experience is that I felt a newly awakened state like I advanced five lifetimes or healed years of Karma. Then, one individual from the teacher's training asked me WTF just happened; I replied and said savasana. He laughed; you look different; eyes have changed, and I look lighter. Was it the meditation or the study of Mantra that opened you? I told him the story, and he understood what happened; he was researching this phenomenon, and some of the occult practices the brotherhood at the Ashram were practicing. They would sit in meditation and wait to jump into bodies close to death to share that person's Karma. These Yogis helped the people pass out of the matrix so their souls would not enter back again. The intention was to learn how to ascend. I will never forget that frequency; it would ring in my ears for weeks, and I am sure that tone will appear again when I die. I will follow it out of this world and never return.
The teacher's training program was coming to an end. Students and teachers would ask me for energetic attunements. Finally, the man in charge who looked over the Ashram would take notice and was not happy. His name is Prahlada, and he told me that I must ignore all supernatural energies or any paranormal experiences I would receive during my Study. The psychic powers will distract me from Yama (social restraints) and Niyamas (self-discipline). In the yoga scriptures, most are not ready for higher thought-forms of intelligence. Because of this, psychic powers can lead to lying, violence, possessiveness, stealing, and idle Gossip (wasting energy).
Prahlada asked me to study Yoga, not just Asana. Ahimsa (non-harming), Satya (truthfulness), Asteya (non-stealing), Aparigraha (non-possessiveness), Brahmacharya (maintenance of vitality).
The Niyamas. Tapas (purification through discipline), Santosha (contentment), Saucha (purity), Svadhyaya (self-study), Ishvara Pranidhana (devotion to a higher power).
But for some reason, the more I ignored the paranormal, the stronger it became. I was vibrating higher and anchored in my body. It seemed that I could experience the best of both worlds. Again, People at the Ashram started asking for advice, some students had injuries, and others were exhausted with low energy. Finally, Prahlada got angry and explained I was disturbing the flow of the teacher's training program. The students and some of the teachers were more interested in me than the course curriculum. Next, he said stop right away, then Prahlada threw his arm down, making a cutting motion with his hand. It was aggressive. After this altercation, I went into Asana practice and injured myself severely with a slipped disk. I left the Ashram to do a dry fast for four days, and when I was well enough to walk, I would go back to Toronto and need to do 6 months of rehab.
Prahlada asked me to study Yoga, not just Asana. Ahimsa (non-harming), Satya (truthfulness), Asteya (non-stealing), Aparigraha (non-possessiveness), Brahmacharya (maintenance of vitality).
The Niyamas. Tapas (purification through discipline), Santosha (contentment), Saucha (purity), Svadhyaya (self-study), Ishvara Pranidhana (devotion to a higher power).
But for some reason, the more I ignored the paranormal, the stronger it became. I was vibrating higher and anchored in my body. It seemed that I could experience the best of both worlds. Again, People at the Ashram started asking for advice, some students had injuries, and others were exhausted with low energy. Finally, Prahlada got angry and explained I was disturbing the flow of the teacher's training program. The students and some of the teachers were more interested in me than the course curriculum. Next, he said stop right away, then Prahlada threw his arm down, making a cutting motion with his hand. It was aggressive. After this altercation, I went into Asana practice and injured myself severely with a slipped disk. I left the Ashram to do a dry fast for four days, and when I was well enough to walk, I would go back to Toronto and need to do 6 months of rehab.
