Hope you all had a nice time while we were away not caring about commercial yoga culture for a couple of weeks. We just loved the mental space it created. Fan-f’ing-tastic! Of course, during that time Aghori ended up writing a book. Well, half of a book. But, it’s coming along pretty steadily and should be done in the next few months. What’s it about? You know, all the stuff we talk about here, as well as the occult, which Aghori has always been head-over-heels for. (Son is a borderline Luciferian).
Anyway, we’re pretty sure a bunch of “crazy” “yoga” things occured while we’re away, but we didn’t catch any of it, so if you got anything to tell us about what we been missing, feel free to lay it on us.
We did happen to notice that the New York Times wrote a piece on Colleen Saidman, dubbing her the “First Lady” of yoga. Most what what is said in the piece is utter awfulness and pretty much picks up where this and this left off. What caught our eye was how annoying Saidman sounds as a teacher. She reads like one of these brash “shouters” in the vinyasa world. These “playful drill sergeant” we keep hearing about. Stuff like,
“‘You can’t let the arches of your feet collapse. The collapse of your arches is the collapse of your sex life’.”
“‘Drop the pubic bone!’ she ordered,”
Why you shouting, hun?
There’s also this bit about not wanting to be a “guru.”
“‘I never want to be called a guru. All I want to do is guide women into their own bodies so they can be more content.’
I’m sorry. Was Colleen being a guru, like, an option or something?
There’s also this bit about Colleen feeling like she’s either A.) being forced to shill for weight loss, or B.) being forced to play second fiddle.
Recently Gaiam released her first solo video for the company, “Yoga for Weight Loss,” a title she dismissed as a sales ploy about which she had no input. “Any way to get a woman on the mat,” she said with a shrug. And during a March appearance on a “Fit Minute” segment on “The Couch,” a local CBS morning show, Ms. Saidman Yee expressed frustration that the producers wanted her merely for a mute demonstration of the poses her husband was describing. “Just another blonde doing Warrior Two,” she wrote in a weary-sounding e-mail afterward.
At this moment someone wants to tell me how if only the commercial yoga shitstem were changed, things would be better. How it’s not commercialism that’s the problem, but how commercialism is rendered.
Damn. Can’t wait for Aghori’s book.