Rishikesh: day 27.
Its official. I can teach ya’ll Hatha & Astanga Vinyasa, Pranayama, Meditation, Yoga Therapy, Ayurvedic Nutrition, Yoga Philosophy with a little bit of Reiki in the mix.
Okay, that’s a large statement. Yoga Teacher Trainings are designed to be a launch pad of eternal self enquiry and self study. We are always the student. We never really graduate. In our case, we have been equipped with a set of techniques that can be taught to others to help them discover their own union with the mind, body and soul.
We came to the source here in Rishikesh. The Ganges and Himalayas rich with the vibration and energies of gurus spanning many generations. How could that not resonate with us? Without the training, that alone has the power to shift your own vibration and perception of reality. We are always reprogramming the dream. I have been debating throughout the entire duration of the course (and well before, in fact) the merit of being here over a Western style training. Today brought it home for me the invaluable experience of being here. Standing in a room with Pandey Ji, Moksha, Kelly, Satu and Ravi, those who had revolutionised our existence for the last month was immensely powerful. Not so much through the content of their teaching, but their grounding in this realm. Understanding by being. Historically, yogic gurus and masters would give their students only snippets of what they need. This is not a textbook education, but one that allows the spirit to understand its purpose in its entirety. I keep swinging like a pendulum to the idea that we would learn more in a more highly efficient course, but we aren’t robots. We are exactly where we need to be and we will gently steer this ship in the direction we need to, surrendering to the natural flow and rhythms, just like the masters and their students for centuries.
Looking around the circle I see the faces that not so long ago were strangers. They are now family. Reading their aura and their unique quirks and energies instead of their physical appearance or stories. Telling them about the world with just a look rather than words. This has been an experience that will stay with us forever. We are connected on a very deep level and I know that saying goodbye would be a lie. These souls will very much be part of my life and will be welcome in my tribe regardless of circumstance, wherever our paths may cross again. I’m so excited to see their stories unfold.
After the ceremony, I let out some pent up energy of excitement with my silks. I gave up on the dream of taking them to the Beatles Ashram and settle on that being the next Indian adventure. One that includes a Royal Enfield. Sorry (not sorry), dad.
Vero and I plan to catch up with Michael in the afternoon, but first take a quick card reading from Vero’s deck. I shuffle and all that jazz and end up pulling the card of Service. We are here to and will find joy in serving others. This is the perfect card to reflect on our graduation and moving forward with my new practice. I shuffle the deck and thrust it in front of V. She’s in a rush so splits the deck in half at random. Service. Exactly the same card. Good intention for both of us.
We meet up with Michael and spend the afternoon drinking juice, and end up working off Michael’s tension from riding so far yesterday with a 4 hand massage. Wow, he was in need! It felt good to share some good energy with him and remind myself how tiring it is traveling solo and we all need some TLC. The power of the human touch is incredible. As Michael dozes off in bliss, V and I working away, I remember our card reading. Giving really is a great feeling and I’ll take this intention with me. We end up in a vortex giggling about a parallel universe lightbulb industry in Rishikesh. Hours later, emerging from the giggle vortex we head to our place on the Ganges. A familiar little face comes running up at me. The flower seller from the other day;
“Do you remember me?”
“Of course I remember you, buddy. I refused to buy your flowers until you could think of something more creative and uniquely YOU to offer me.” I reply.
He whips out a notebook and starts flicking through colourful drawings, looking up at me with a sparkle in his eye. My heart actually melts. The cheeky guy suggests I pay him an exorbitant amount and I enjoy his youthful confidence. I explain to him what a sense of humour means and then I offer him a vastly reduced amount, but what is the equivalent of 30 flowers and ask him to invest some of the money in a new book and some pencils.
This acts as a reminder that we are here to serve each other. Little gestures go a long way and the seeds we plant will grow into galaxies if we give them energy.
It takes a lot of work to make sure these seeds are only of the most pure intention, because the universe doesn’t know good from bad. So, beware the individual planting anything toxic into their reality. This dream we have designed for ourselves is a mirror of the vibration we put out there. Create peace, love and union. Pass on judgement, violence and ego. Keep yourself pure and observe your own power of manifestation.
A big heart felt gratitude to everyone who contributed to this journey which started just shy of 30 years ago. Your energy, impressions, inspirations, faith, trust, encouragements, unconditional love and acceptance have placed me in this exact moment of time. Together you have given me faith, empathy, trust, confidence, determination, intention, compassion, fearlessness, agility, flexibility, joy and love.
You have also helped contribute $710 towards a non material gift for my 30th that will stay with me forever and will come back at you ten fold (watch out!). Thank you for all that you are.