So there are many strains of yoga, just as there are various strains of religion--either way it's all music. Some of it, sadly, is just the pop crap of the moment, prosperity theology for example, and some of it is the Mozart of the ages, such as Advaita, which only needs a good instrument and attuned ear to ring true again. Some of it is pure but with a twist, like those 50's quintets of Miles and Coltrane taking those old standards, the golden oldies, and smelting them into gorgeous new ornaments. Jesus spoke "for those who have ears to hear." He was the spiritual Hendrix of his day, flipping his Stratocaster upside down and then flipping out a cult of followers, and then dying young, and now resurrected daily on classic rock stations everywhere. There's Christianity for you: classic rock that's lost its mojo from overplaying to the lowest common denominator--and for profit, no less! Me, I'm a Deadhead and a Beatles devotee, so it's no surprise that over the years I've been drawn to eastern strains, and to jnana yoga in particular.
Here's a basic irony: we have identified with our computers and the veritable worlds they create, when in fact we are that from which computers arise.
The less we have, the less there stands in the way.
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