Cubes are Awesome /// But a $20,000 “Spiritual Cube” is a Shit Ton More Awesome

Remember all that talk about irony? You should, ’cause it was only, like, seventy-two hours ago. Remember how we sorta distinguished between the self-employed irony of the so-called hipster and reading irony back onto something that so desperately wants to reject it, like Shiva Rea’s pool-divider-sized non-mala beads (thanks EER for the image)? And, do you remember how yesterday we said that the Urban Yogis series has the ability to “hold” irony even though it remains somewhat outside its oily touch?

Well, this doesn’t do any of that.


The muthafuckin’ Spiritual Cube


That’s right, you bunch of cube-less fucks. The fuckin’ Spiritual Cube (which is actually called the “Siddhis Cube,” but I can’t stop smiling at the name “Spiritual Cube”) is HERE, and it’s got some serious “Siddhis” powers to dispose on your wanting psyche for only around twenty grand.

“Siddhis powers gives the person control over oneself and others as well as the world around them. You are already familiar with many Siddhis powers such as telepathy, clairvoyance and levitation. Yogis who develop Siddhis powers are not affected by extreme heat or cold and can manifest anything they desire.”

That’s right. That yoga instructor who told you siddhis were almost impossible to achieve and were best ignored was full of crap. Yup. Usually getting all those powers takes, like, an ass-load of time to acquire. No longer.

“While many think that these Siddhis powers are only attainable after decades of training as a yogi or yogini, this simply is not true.”

You got that right. But, isn’t a power this strong dangerous?

“The power of the Cube itself, not to mention the power that you will attain using the cube, makes it very dangerous in the wrong hands… or if used for the wrong purposes…”

While it’s unclear exactly what these “wrong purposes” entail, I’m guessing the makers of the Spiritual Cube do not include “controlling others and the world around you” as a part of that list, since apparently those are good things. Not to mention, judging from the price of these cubes of awesomness ($1500–$20,000), the bar against which a person is deemed worthy of such power depends on the size of his wallet.

Ahh…the world….


Years and years and years ago I had a friend who decided to sell her art at a local coffee shop. I won’t bother telling you about the art itself as it was your standard “mixed-media” (that means put newspaper on a canvas and then paint over it) coffee shop BS that should only be discussed at an art opening at a coffee shop, and even then only briefly.


I don”t know this person….

At the time none of us had any real money to speak of, but were nevertheless wanting-consumers of all things “new” and “abrasive” and “transgressive,” and since our friend’s artwork depicted people doing unsavory things to one another, it seemed right to support the scene, make an appearance, and maybe even buy one of her shitty pieces of art. What we didn’t realize was that this friend was pricing her faux-transgressions at around $300 a pop, which, at the time, might as well have been a million dollars. The rest of us fake-poor kids (I’m sure at least one of us could have at any moment called up a parent and begged for some funds if we wanted to) grumbled and got all righteous about this affront to our poor anti-commercial writerly sensibilities.

I never dressed like this....

I never dressed like this….

There was, however, a nugget of truth to our outrage, one attributed to pricing and audience. I remember remarking to this art-friend of mine how, by charging so much for her work, she had basically priced-out her audience, which was made up entirely of money-less friends. I remember her telling me something about how long it took her to make each piece and that whatever didn’t sell she’d give away at some sort of friend discount. Well, when you’re young and restless, and faced with the reality that your friend is probably saying in her own way that she wants to move on, and you’re just uncomfortable with that, these sorts of answers don’t suffice.


Vexed lad….

So, what were we, the out-priced, to do? Obviously, the only course of action was to make a bunch of shitty mixed-media art, get a show at some local coffee shop, and sell that crap for as much as we could get for it!

And, in a way, that’s how I feel about these Spiritual Cubes.

For me, Spiritual Cubes are less problem and more symptom. Spiritual Cubes exist because, dare I say “we,” constantly lay the ground upon which they stand. We buy stupid shit that’s over-priced. We price our own shit according to what we think we can get, and not according to what others, not like us, might be able to afford. Spiritual Cubes exist because we need them to. Because, with out them, we’d have nothing to size our own Spiritual Cubes (i.e. books, blogs, workshops, etc.) against, as if to say, “Hey. You know that Spiritual Cube that’s all sorts of full of shit? Well, my Spiritual Cube ain’t nothing like that.”

Spiritual cube....

Spiritual cube….

But, still. You and I know there’s a bunch of people out there who are gonna get all mad and bent out of shape about this Spiritual Cube. They’re gonna get all itchy complaining about New Age stuff, and how awful and distrusting it is. Then I’m gonna say some stuff about how it’s no big deal, and that this shit is insignificant. And then they’re gonna say how New Age shit is a huge money-maker and how it destroys lives. Then I’m gonna say something about how I have no problem with people interpreting the world in different, even ridiculous, ways, and that it’s up to the consumer to not be a jerk-off idiot. And then they’re gonna tell me how stuff like this coerces people into giving away their life savings, ultimately ruining lives and breaking apart families. And then I’m gonna pull a Fugazi lyric out of nowhere that goes, “Never mind what’s been selling. It’s what you’re buying,” and hope people will stop talking to me about it ’cause Spiritual Cubes come in all different sizes and shapes and cost whatever people can afford at the time and look like yoga™ and look like science™ and look like words™ and look like articles™ and look like DJ culture™ and look like festivals™ and look like anarchism™ and look like yogilebrities™ and look like regular people™ and look like me™ and look like your waiting-to-be-mended broken heart™.

Now, that’s some ironic shit.


Thanks to Linda-Sama Karl for the heads up on this one.


  1. That was great. Seriously, such a fun read. Hahaha, spiritual cube! If only it could also help with weight loss….

  2. Lovely morning poetry. “Pool Dividers”. Ha. Is that glowing thing a neuro transmitter? A synapse? A phosphorescent jelly fish? And something else: when I was a little one I loved The Robin Byrd Show, and I was just thinking about her, and now I’m thinking maybe she can get on this spiritual consumerism bandwagon and come out with a new single that goes something like “Baby, let me bang your Spiritual Cube”.

  3. OMG, where do I start?
    First of all how does Eric “imbue” each cube with special powers? What differentiates a $20 000 from a $2500 one, what are the different powers? Does one make you fly through wormholes and the other one makes you telepathic only during Diwali or Ramadan? Is there a refund and guarantee policy in place? For how long? What about a replacement?
    Can I get one in platinum?
    Their reading of the cube is all wrong in Hermetic terms. The cube is about containment, 4D reality, it’s about manifestation. Real power is in the Circle, the Alpha and the Omega, no end, no beginning.
    Hipsters dropped the ball on this one. Literally.

  4. EMILY: That would be a Christmas miracle.

    ALEX: You are filthy and you know it.

    EER: I knew I could rope you into this with the words “cube,” “powers,” “scared geometry” (which I didn’t use), and “Fugazi.”

  5. Yoga_Dude

    Rubik weeps.

  6. wellunderstood

    ❤ this post.

  7. There’s one of those kind of people born every minute.

  8. Yoga Whelp

    After the “Yogalypse,” old men will be shooting craps in alleys with these things, hoping for a miracle.

  9. Greenpoint

    I think it makes sense to include a Fugazi video with each post, regardless of topic…

    just sayin…

  10. (sigh)

    From my comment on your Astrology post last Sunday:

    Astrology is less expensive but much more pretentious “Spiritual Cubes”. Pseudoscience is pseudoscience. Selling people who are scared and insecure boxes of nothing is shitty no matter the packaging. Granted… humans tend to be shitty. But we don’t have to be.

  11. (sigh)

    You’re so cute.

    As I said… I agree. Science is nothing but “maybe”! A good scientist sits in the present believing nothing. Only trying to create the best possible model for understanding phenomena. But she never forgets they are only models. And hopefully she never loses the appreciation for how beautiful and funny and sad and wonderful the phenomena are.

  12. Yoga Whelp

    Mega Kudos for mentioning the Siddhis, by the way. Very few people broach this topic, and in some ways it’s the crux of the matter, the foundation for the yoga cults – both public and disguised – and the source of the greatest “abuse” in Western yoga circles, and not just by the big-shot gurus but at all levels, especially in the pseduo-Ashrams developed by Anusara, Jivamukti and the other cult-oriented groups.

    Hindu sages all the way back to Patanjali warned of the consequences of developing the more super-natural or para-normal aspects of of yoga that can arise during an advanced and sustained meditative practice. Iyengar was so concerned he basically decided to “de-Tantrify” Western yoga. Chogyam Rinpoche was another who spoke out strongly, telling his own students they weren’t qualified to become sages. These enlightened people all knew what would happen if yoga became massified and commercialized and people with very little real spiritual discipline and gigantic egos got a hold of the more sacred aspects of their traditions, and started wielding them for their own purposes.

    We’d get the yoga we have today.

    When I get done designing and marketing my new Yoga Burger — as a goof on this pathetic excuse for a spiritual movement – I am thinking of setting up a sex club called, simply, Siddhis! I can’t wait. Are you a Siddhi? Cool, I’m a Siddhi, too. Let’s fuck! That will be on all our ads.

    Nammie! Yoga Whelp

  13. Carrion Kind

    …This post is wide open for all kinds of jokes in reference to Lemarchand’s Box/Lament Configuration, and not one sorry-ass reader goes for it?!…For shame!…


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