The trip into Quebec was for two reasons. The first was I needed to get away into nature, sleeping on the floor of the Bloor and Bathurst location was extremely noisy, and I was treating 15 people a day (View the Toronto sections of the website to read more).
https://www.maleframe.com/toronto-psychedelic-mind-star-temples.html
The massive amount of psychedelic medicine I was using to keep my body clean was no longer working. The organs of my body would become sluggish with the regular consumption of these plants. Working with many people all day would also show signs of residual Trauma left within me that needed attention. I had never practiced yoga before nor studied asana and visited an ashram. I arrived during a 30-day teacher training program hundreds of people from all over the world would attend. I stayed in a tent up in hills secluded from everybody else, following the curriculum that the center had put in place for the yoga vacationer. It would not take long for a couple of the guest to notice me (people from Toronto).
Some of the attendees even recognized me from work in Peru I did. Living in the forest and staying out of the spotlight would not last too long. I ventured to my first yoga class; it was two hours, and I felt good. After class, the teacher took me aside and said this couldn't be my first yoga class. I explained to her that I was studying philosophy on how to handle the mind and never did physical movements. The woman told me I was a Yogi from the past life and a good omen at this time for the Ashram. I would have lunch with the group who was studying the teacher's training; long story short, I blended in, moved into a dormitory and joined in on the teachings as no one took notice at the time. I would attend my second class, and this is where it would get strange. The teacher was so excited to meet a man who has never done yoga and understood so much.
She would begin to give me private lessons unlocking parts of my body very quickly, applying pressure and deep stretching into specific postures I could not get in to naturally. In other words, gravity meant nothing, stretching me like a Gumby doll by twisting my body into each position. It was excruciating, but for some reason, I liked it; as the pain intensified, I would have vivid flashbacks of doing yoga on the Ganges river shores of India long ago. Who would have thought yoga could release large amounts of DMT into my system. After 2 weeks of this practice, I was well ahead of the students taking the teacher's training. I could even sit in a posture called lotus. It felt like this Ashram was my home; the Quebec Mountains would speak to me at night as I dreamt of a red man, a proud native chief running through the forests of long ago. I would awake at 4 am and go into meditation with the rest of the group and visit all the Satsang morning and evening.
I went from being a stiff board that could not touch my feet or even twist to see behind me to a full-time yogi that looks like he practiced for years. One of the teachers that flew in from India noticed my practice and heard rumours from the students that I have been forcing myself into the postures without studying them. They told the teacher that when I came, I could not do any positions now I can do them better than those who were studying for several months and years. The teacher from India asked me to have tea with him. I said, of course. The first question he asked was if I was doing any Karma yoga while staying at the Ashram. I explained to him that no one had assigned me this yet.
He wanted to congratulate me on my karma yoga duties; he was now going to give me because the location where I would work at the Ashram is an exceptional, honourable space to keep a clean look after. This teacher told me it could use some of my respect and energy, and this place would bring me into a deep state of peace.
https://www.maleframe.com/toronto-psychedelic-mind-star-temples.html
The massive amount of psychedelic medicine I was using to keep my body clean was no longer working. The organs of my body would become sluggish with the regular consumption of these plants. Working with many people all day would also show signs of residual Trauma left within me that needed attention. I had never practiced yoga before nor studied asana and visited an ashram. I arrived during a 30-day teacher training program hundreds of people from all over the world would attend. I stayed in a tent up in hills secluded from everybody else, following the curriculum that the center had put in place for the yoga vacationer. It would not take long for a couple of the guest to notice me (people from Toronto).
Some of the attendees even recognized me from work in Peru I did. Living in the forest and staying out of the spotlight would not last too long. I ventured to my first yoga class; it was two hours, and I felt good. After class, the teacher took me aside and said this couldn't be my first yoga class. I explained to her that I was studying philosophy on how to handle the mind and never did physical movements. The woman told me I was a Yogi from the past life and a good omen at this time for the Ashram. I would have lunch with the group who was studying the teacher's training; long story short, I blended in, moved into a dormitory and joined in on the teachings as no one took notice at the time. I would attend my second class, and this is where it would get strange. The teacher was so excited to meet a man who has never done yoga and understood so much.
She would begin to give me private lessons unlocking parts of my body very quickly, applying pressure and deep stretching into specific postures I could not get in to naturally. In other words, gravity meant nothing, stretching me like a Gumby doll by twisting my body into each position. It was excruciating, but for some reason, I liked it; as the pain intensified, I would have vivid flashbacks of doing yoga on the Ganges river shores of India long ago. Who would have thought yoga could release large amounts of DMT into my system. After 2 weeks of this practice, I was well ahead of the students taking the teacher's training. I could even sit in a posture called lotus. It felt like this Ashram was my home; the Quebec Mountains would speak to me at night as I dreamt of a red man, a proud native chief running through the forests of long ago. I would awake at 4 am and go into meditation with the rest of the group and visit all the Satsang morning and evening.
I went from being a stiff board that could not touch my feet or even twist to see behind me to a full-time yogi that looks like he practiced for years. One of the teachers that flew in from India noticed my practice and heard rumours from the students that I have been forcing myself into the postures without studying them. They told the teacher that when I came, I could not do any positions now I can do them better than those who were studying for several months and years. The teacher from India asked me to have tea with him. I said, of course. The first question he asked was if I was doing any Karma yoga while staying at the Ashram. I explained to him that no one had assigned me this yet.
He wanted to congratulate me on my karma yoga duties; he was now going to give me because the location where I would work at the Ashram is an exceptional, honourable space to keep a clean look after. This teacher told me it could use some of my respect and energy, and this place would bring me into a deep state of peace.
In my eyes, he could see what the students called cheating was my process to understand Asana and was destined (Karma) to me long ago. My previous studies in Toronto with understanding the mind helped process the information of Asana in the body. The teacher from India then asked me if I studied magic. I told him yes. He asked if I managed to open the five sheaths because he can see I opened this magic in the same way that I opened up the secrets of Asana (cheating). I told him I never heard of 5 sheaths, but I activated the five inner bodies of light. The teacher was correct. I found a way to cheat and open all five at once. The teacher reminded me it's not cheating; it's my karma and destiny to take the fastest path necessary.
My knowledge of Akash allows me to foreshadow. The pitfalls with this path are that you would have to relearn all the steps one by one to bring balance back, rather than taking advantage of your esoteric connections and angelic realm to yield and shape reality in your image and likeness. The teacher explained that I affect everyone around me when I slow or speed time to change it. Now at the Ashram, everybody is trying to keep up with you, a Yogi vacationer with more experience, knowledge and flexibility than most of the students. The teacher from India told me to begin my karma work by spending days in the peace plane museum, organize it and clean it sweep and mop the floors and search for peace.
I agreed that I would have to work backwards one day and learn how to get from A to Z, speak as everyone else does, turning one stone of life over at a time. So why not? I am in the perfect location to do so and would start at the Ashram. The Teacher from India would reinforce the importance of me working in the museum with its creation story. The Peace plane exhibit was built in honour of the Swami Vishnus tour and unity message for humanity.
He believed that state borders passports and visas inhibited that chance of unity consciousness. 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 Isreal to Egypt and over Pakistan and India. In September 1983, Swami Vishnu flew over the Berlin Wall from West to East and landed an ultralight glider in the Berlin field. I began to reflect after the meeting with the teacher from India. He was right about the fast path of enlightenment, and I wanted to perform at my best without bypassing any of my spiritual development. I am well aware that deviations run ramped in the 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 the floors, dust the railings clean the windows and mop the floors. I would do all of this on my hands and knees for one month, 2 hours a day, twice a day. I dusted each picture, touched up the walls with some varnish and fixed the entrance door that was falling off the hinges.
I would restock the shelves with more peace plane passports that shared his message and handed them out to the daily visitors, and shared some information about his vision as I gave tours. Some days I wept as I listened to the echoes and memories of the ashram past. Many people came to share stories of this great man, who was there by his deathbed and others who knew him from the start. He loved music and singing; his friends would laugh and tell me how this man from India arrived in Quebec.
He would walk to people's homes door to door and ask them to visit and practice yoga. The museum turned into a place of laughter and joy as well as education. A much-needed rejuvenation materialized in the heart of the Sivananda Ashram. Some days I wept with my ignorance as I did not research this man's life before visiting his ashram. I cried and connected to the essence of peace and unity and his message. The month of peace plane karma was paying off; all the holes I punctured in my Aura from large amounts of psychedelics and personal transformative practices filled with peace and unity, and the teachers, students and yogi who came to visit me in the museum topped me up.
My knowledge of Akash allows me to foreshadow. The pitfalls with this path are that you would have to relearn all the steps one by one to bring balance back, rather than taking advantage of your esoteric connections and angelic realm to yield and shape reality in your image and likeness. The teacher explained that I affect everyone around me when I slow or speed time to change it. Now at the Ashram, everybody is trying to keep up with you, a Yogi vacationer with more experience, knowledge and flexibility than most of the students. The teacher from India told me to begin my karma work by spending days in the peace plane museum, organize it and clean it sweep and mop the floors and search for peace.
I agreed that I would have to work backwards one day and learn how to get from A to Z, speak as everyone else does, turning one stone of life over at a time. So why not? I am in the perfect location to do so and would start at the Ashram. The Teacher from India would reinforce the importance of me working in the museum with its creation story. The Peace plane exhibit was built in honour of the Swami Vishnus tour and unity message for humanity.
He believed that state borders passports and visas inhibited that chance of unity consciousness. 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 Isreal to Egypt and over Pakistan and India. In September 1983, Swami Vishnu flew over the Berlin Wall from West to East and landed an ultralight glider in the Berlin field. I began to reflect after the meeting with the teacher from India. He was right about the fast path of enlightenment, and I wanted to perform at my best without bypassing any of my spiritual development. I am well aware that deviations run ramped in the 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 the floors, dust the railings clean the windows and mop the floors. I would do all of this on my hands and knees for one month, 2 hours a day, twice a day. I dusted each picture, touched up the walls with some varnish and fixed the entrance door that was falling off the hinges.
I would restock the shelves with more peace plane passports that shared his message and handed them out to the daily visitors, and shared some information about his vision as I gave tours. Some days I wept as I listened to the echoes and memories of the ashram past. Many people came to share stories of this great man, who was there by his deathbed and others who knew him from the start. He loved music and singing; his friends would laugh and tell me how this man from India arrived in Quebec.
He would walk to people's homes door to door and ask them to visit and practice yoga. The museum turned into a place of laughter and joy as well as education. A much-needed rejuvenation materialized in the heart of the Sivananda Ashram. Some days I wept with my ignorance as I did not research this man's life before visiting his ashram. I cried and connected to the essence of peace and unity and his message. The month of peace plane karma was paying off; all the holes I punctured in my Aura from large amounts of psychedelics and personal transformative practices filled with peace and unity, and the teachers, students and yogi who came to visit me in the museum topped me up.
Another yoga teacher from India would come every day to the museum to teach me about the lures of spiritual bypassing. She is known as the mother of the Ashram and was very close to Swami Vishnu. She was by his side and held his heart during his death with beautiful songs. The woman would warn me about the use of spiritual practices to avoid addictions and unresolved issues. She explained that men who have not integrated their shadow aspects could fall into codependency patterns and use such practices of meditation and yoga to ignore the obvious. She reminded me that everything is memory.
The influence of the mind is durable and can boomerang exaggerated detachment, excessive drive towards the positive. And a lack of understanding towards emotional and moral intelligence. I laughed with her because I know the seriousness of meditation. I was in that paradigm at the early age of growth; I told her reflection should have warning labels that read, delusions may arrive when one assumes he has achieved a higher level of being. I think meditation in long durations is for men older in an age when they have experienced so much in life already.
Older men are familiar with or have invited uncomfortable feelings to them even welcomed them sincerely. The younger generation would spend more time dismissing them with a fake enlightened cliché (immaturity). I would keep her amused by sharing some of these clichés that the new cage movement would use. Quick fixes of “inspirational quotes.” Coles notes complex issues, summaries in hashtag statements found in social media, also known as fast food development. The teacher would reply with, “just be grateful.” and I would roll around on the floor of the museum in laughter; she already knew them.
The influence of the mind is durable and can boomerang exaggerated detachment, excessive drive towards the positive. And a lack of understanding towards emotional and moral intelligence. I laughed with her because I know the seriousness of meditation. I was in that paradigm at the early age of growth; I told her reflection should have warning labels that read, delusions may arrive when one assumes he has achieved a higher level of being. I think meditation in long durations is for men older in an age when they have experienced so much in life already.
Older men are familiar with or have invited uncomfortable feelings to them even welcomed them sincerely. The younger generation would spend more time dismissing them with a fake enlightened cliché (immaturity). I would keep her amused by sharing some of these clichés that the new cage movement would use. Quick fixes of “inspirational quotes.” Coles notes complex issues, summaries in hashtag statements found in social media, also known as fast food development. The teacher would reply with, “just be grateful.” and I would roll around on the floor of the museum in laughter; she already knew them.
Another man from India arrived at the Ashram to help with the teacher's training. He heard about me from some of the other teachers and would show up to the peace plane museum to educate and share his yoga experiences with me. I began to find out quickly that most and I am generous with that term (most) looking for students to pass on their lineage to someone who can carry the torch when they die. He was a successor of Swami Vishnu and one of the best with Asana. He even visited and stayed in the Guha cave, where Swami Vishnu used to practice his sadhanas.
He taught me so much about Asana, the postures' organ placement, how it affected the nervous system, and the overall health benefits the sun salutations can provide. He showed me small adjustments that I could make with my hip and chest placement to allow the body to carry me into the posture rather than forcing the positions. He noticed I was forced into many of the Asana areas, and my body was showing signs of future problems. The pain was manageable, but for how long could I run with it? That was the big question. One day he would put me into a position called frog pose.
My hips were sore, and when he applied gentle pressure on my coccyx in the frog position, it alleviated most of the pain. We spoke about many things, and one day, I asked him to accept my challenge. I shared with him what I noticed about the teachers wearing orange. I observed that most of the students were attracted to the outfits, the worn clothing and not the teacher's wisdom. He said this is not possible. They wear orange outfits because of their achievements and have so much to share of great importance. I said I could put my theory into practice; it is known as the placebo effect, not the consumption of a sugar pill but a visual sensory input placebo. He agreed to play this game with me. I told the teacher from India; he would have to watch me sit in a chair in the middle of the ashram's grounds. I found a pair of orange pants and an orange shirt.
I would dress like the teachers and wait for the students to arrive for my teachings. Sure enough, as I sat in a chair covered in orange robes, people began to take notice; they would walk over to me and ask questions; some sat at my feet as I spoke about the mind and its modifications. Ten minutes into these procedures, I had 20 people sitting around me. It was scorching, so I took off my monk shirt and spoke more. Then the woman came the demographics of people sitting with me turned into 15 women to 1 man as the men started to leave when I became a shirtless teacher.
Finally, a woman put her hand up with a question; she asked if I was a teacher with the Ashram, I said no. She began to laugh, and many people laughed with her. I said. Namaste bowed and walked away. The teacher from India was very impressed. He took it well and contributed the experience to my good looks in the orange outfit. He also explained o me that most Yoginis (Female) of Indian descent are attracted to white Monks just as Yogis (Men) from India; even the monks are attracted to the white woman.
I took everything that I was learning from my Karma Yoga trip to the peace plane museum and brought it onto the mat. My practices were becoming more dynamic, and the DMT was circulating in my brain. I was perfecting the art and going deeper with every class. One beautiful morning I received a breakthrough. I finished my practice, and it was one of my best every movement was perfect and flowing. Still, I felt sick after. It was a feeling of absorption.
Almost as if I had taken in a stream of consciousness that was not readily available to me before. I went back to the dormitory to lay down to rest before I went to the peace plane museum for my karma yoga duties. I was lying in bed, and I started to drift in and out of reality. 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, and I was exhausted; the snow was sticking to the truck window. No matter how fast the wipers were moving, they could not clear the snow soon enough.
My eyes began to open close, and I knew I was falling asleep. I was yelling inside the body to wake up, and then it happened. I heard tires screeching and jumping in the snow and a high-frequency tone almost like the noise you hear on DMT or the sound the heart monitor when someone flatlines. Everything became pure white light, and I jumped up out of bed back in the dormitory at the Ashram. When I awoke, the exciting part of this experience was that I felt refreshed, not a typical refresh from after a great night's sleep but a new, awakened state.
Almost as if the body I currently occupy advanced five lifetimes or healed years of Karma. I felt this before after my 33rd San Pedro ceremony but was confused on why it happened without any psychedelic substances. One individual who I was getting the closest to came up to me and asked WTF just happened; I replied and said, what do you mean. He said I look different; my eyes have changed, and I am lighter. I told him the story, and he understood what happened; he has been researching this phenomenon and some of the occult practices the brotherhood was into behind the scenes of the Ashram.
This individual explained to me this brotherhood would sit in meditation at the Ashram and wait to jump into bodies close to death to help them cross and 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 get out or ascend into freedom. I will never forget that frequency; it would ring in my ears for weeks, and I am sure when I die, that tone will appear again, I will follow it out of this world and never return.
He taught me so much about Asana, the postures' organ placement, how it affected the nervous system, and the overall health benefits the sun salutations can provide. He showed me small adjustments that I could make with my hip and chest placement to allow the body to carry me into the posture rather than forcing the positions. He noticed I was forced into many of the Asana areas, and my body was showing signs of future problems. The pain was manageable, but for how long could I run with it? That was the big question. One day he would put me into a position called frog pose.
My hips were sore, and when he applied gentle pressure on my coccyx in the frog position, it alleviated most of the pain. We spoke about many things, and one day, I asked him to accept my challenge. I shared with him what I noticed about the teachers wearing orange. I observed that most of the students were attracted to the outfits, the worn clothing and not the teacher's wisdom. He said this is not possible. They wear orange outfits because of their achievements and have so much to share of great importance. I said I could put my theory into practice; it is known as the placebo effect, not the consumption of a sugar pill but a visual sensory input placebo. He agreed to play this game with me. I told the teacher from India; he would have to watch me sit in a chair in the middle of the ashram's grounds. I found a pair of orange pants and an orange shirt.
I would dress like the teachers and wait for the students to arrive for my teachings. Sure enough, as I sat in a chair covered in orange robes, people began to take notice; they would walk over to me and ask questions; some sat at my feet as I spoke about the mind and its modifications. Ten minutes into these procedures, I had 20 people sitting around me. It was scorching, so I took off my monk shirt and spoke more. Then the woman came the demographics of people sitting with me turned into 15 women to 1 man as the men started to leave when I became a shirtless teacher.
Finally, a woman put her hand up with a question; she asked if I was a teacher with the Ashram, I said no. She began to laugh, and many people laughed with her. I said. Namaste bowed and walked away. The teacher from India was very impressed. He took it well and contributed the experience to my good looks in the orange outfit. He also explained o me that most Yoginis (Female) of Indian descent are attracted to white Monks just as Yogis (Men) from India; even the monks are attracted to the white woman.
I took everything that I was learning from my Karma Yoga trip to the peace plane museum and brought it onto the mat. My practices were becoming more dynamic, and the DMT was circulating in my brain. I was perfecting the art and going deeper with every class. One beautiful morning I received a breakthrough. I finished my practice, and it was one of my best every movement was perfect and flowing. Still, I felt sick after. It was a feeling of absorption.
Almost as if I had taken in a stream of consciousness that was not readily available to me before. I went back to the dormitory to lay down to rest before I went to the peace plane museum for my karma yoga duties. I was lying in bed, and I started to drift in and out of reality. 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, and I was exhausted; the snow was sticking to the truck window. No matter how fast the wipers were moving, they could not clear the snow soon enough.
My eyes began to open close, and I knew I was falling asleep. I was yelling inside the body to wake up, and then it happened. I heard tires screeching and jumping in the snow and a high-frequency tone almost like the noise you hear on DMT or the sound the heart monitor when someone flatlines. Everything became pure white light, and I jumped up out of bed back in the dormitory at the Ashram. When I awoke, the exciting part of this experience was that I felt refreshed, not a typical refresh from after a great night's sleep but a new, awakened state.
Almost as if the body I currently occupy advanced five lifetimes or healed years of Karma. I felt this before after my 33rd San Pedro ceremony but was confused on why it happened without any psychedelic substances. One individual who I was getting the closest to came up to me and asked WTF just happened; I replied and said, what do you mean. He said I look different; my eyes have changed, and I am lighter. I told him the story, and he understood what happened; he has been researching this phenomenon and some of the occult practices the brotherhood was into behind the scenes of the Ashram.
This individual explained to me this brotherhood would sit in meditation at the Ashram and wait to jump into bodies close to death to help them cross and 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 get out or ascend into freedom. I will never forget that frequency; it would ring in my ears for weeks, and I am sure when I die, that tone will appear again, I will follow it out of this world and never return.
Another teacher would appear towards the end of my ashram journey; he was from India but lived in Canada for most of his life. He heard through the teachers and some of the students that I was very aware of metaphysical or psychic energies. He wanted to make sure that I was present for the program the ashram was offering me. This teacher told me that I must ignore all supernatural energies or any esoteric experiences I would receive during my Study.
It was essential to my development because most of my journey has been around those spheres of influence. I must remain present in my body and feel the full effects of Asana to embody and explore Yoga’s moral codes during my stay at the ashram and after. The psychic energies will distract me from what he would call 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 Chitchat or idle Gossip (wasting energy).
The teacher asked me to study Yoga also, not just the Asana. He gave me some yoga practices for the Yama's. Ahimsa (non-harming), Satya (truthfulness), Asteya (non-stealing), Aparigraha (non-possessiveness), Brahmacharya (maintenance of vitality). Yoga Practices for the Niyamas. Tapas (purification through discipline), Santosha (contentment), Saucha (purity), Svadhyaya (self-study), Ishvara Pranidhana (devotion to a higher power). I enjoyed these studies, and yes, they did ground me and bring me into a more profound presence and flow with the Asana. This yoga practice gave me something other to think about during each posture I entered into, rather than astral travel and multidimensional octaves.
But for some reason, the more I ignored, the higher realities, the stronger they got. I was vibrating higher and grounded in my body. It seemed that I could experience the best of both worlds. Many people would notice the light that surrounded my practice; the students and teachers began to ask me for energetic healing attunements. Now, this higher energy the local yoga teacher warned me about would take precedence and keep me busy most of the day in the form of a teacher and healer. My yoga practice would suffer, and I was not as present with my Asana as I should have been. The teacher /Organizer was upset with me and explained I was creating a disturbance in the teacher's training program's flow. The students and some of the teachers were becoming more interested in me than the course curriculum.
He became angry as he explained this process and told me to stop right away as he threw his arm down, making a cutting motion with his hand. It was aggressive, and this slicing motion with his hand hurt. I felt it emotionally, and it would manifest in me physically. He told me to pay attention to my darkness; I have been in a state of evolution for too long, and I have not noticed the other side. I felt a little sick after this conversation because, at some level, I knew he was right. I went into Asana practice and injured myself severely, with a hernia and a slipped disk.
I left the ashram and did a dry fast for four days, no food or water and then ventured back to Toronto and into the hospital for x-rays as soon as I could walk. This was the darker side of the retreat. All of my work and study were wasted with the results of injury. I found out that I was not the only person who would need rehabilitation after yoga, but that would be a whole other story to expand. Please do your research on the yoga industry to find out some of the pitfalls it has experienced through competition and tight-fitting yoga wear complements of the west.
It was essential to my development because most of my journey has been around those spheres of influence. I must remain present in my body and feel the full effects of Asana to embody and explore Yoga’s moral codes during my stay at the ashram and after. The psychic energies will distract me from what he would call 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 Chitchat or idle Gossip (wasting energy).
The teacher asked me to study Yoga also, not just the Asana. He gave me some yoga practices for the Yama's. Ahimsa (non-harming), Satya (truthfulness), Asteya (non-stealing), Aparigraha (non-possessiveness), Brahmacharya (maintenance of vitality). Yoga Practices for the Niyamas. Tapas (purification through discipline), Santosha (contentment), Saucha (purity), Svadhyaya (self-study), Ishvara Pranidhana (devotion to a higher power). I enjoyed these studies, and yes, they did ground me and bring me into a more profound presence and flow with the Asana. This yoga practice gave me something other to think about during each posture I entered into, rather than astral travel and multidimensional octaves.
But for some reason, the more I ignored, the higher realities, the stronger they got. I was vibrating higher and grounded in my body. It seemed that I could experience the best of both worlds. Many people would notice the light that surrounded my practice; the students and teachers began to ask me for energetic healing attunements. Now, this higher energy the local yoga teacher warned me about would take precedence and keep me busy most of the day in the form of a teacher and healer. My yoga practice would suffer, and I was not as present with my Asana as I should have been. The teacher /Organizer was upset with me and explained I was creating a disturbance in the teacher's training program's flow. The students and some of the teachers were becoming more interested in me than the course curriculum.
He became angry as he explained this process and told me to stop right away as he threw his arm down, making a cutting motion with his hand. It was aggressive, and this slicing motion with his hand hurt. I felt it emotionally, and it would manifest in me physically. He told me to pay attention to my darkness; I have been in a state of evolution for too long, and I have not noticed the other side. I felt a little sick after this conversation because, at some level, I knew he was right. I went into Asana practice and injured myself severely, with a hernia and a slipped disk.
I left the ashram and did a dry fast for four days, no food or water and then ventured back to Toronto and into the hospital for x-rays as soon as I could walk. This was the darker side of the retreat. All of my work and study were wasted with the results of injury. I found out that I was not the only person who would need rehabilitation after yoga, but that would be a whole other story to expand. Please do your research on the yoga industry to find out some of the pitfalls it has experienced through competition and tight-fitting yoga wear complements of the west.
