My first weekend of Kundalini yoga teacher training has passed, and I am having trouble locating the proper words to express it. Usually thesaurus.com is pretty good for that but it failed me just now. Maybe that's because becoming one is ineffable. I was slightly anxious seeing the bout it yoga warriors equipped with turbans and enough white clothing to outfit the KKK for, like, a millenia. The thought passed through that perhaps I was joining some kind fanatical cult, they were so happy looking- DANGER. Then I called up my favorite Yogi for a reality check. "Dude, if you got brainwashed it wouldnt be the worst thing that happened."
So I plopped onto my pillow in easy pose for whatI learned afterwards would be 21 minutes of meditation with my arms up in the air. (btw This was after already participating in hours of yoga and meditation). Torture and euphoria. I wanted to let my arms down so bad. I was mofo-ing everything. I focused on my breath. I mofo-ed my breathing. I kept breathing. I asked for help. I kept my arms up. Spirit conquered my mind. I realized my ego would stop at nothing to keep me miserable. I decided it would not win. Bliss.
Now I realize why they were so happy looking.
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