I am a Kriya yogi.
The lineage that speaks to me begins with Shri Babaji. Some of the most important angels, guides and
teachers in my life spring from this precious and ancient lineage.
So, let me tell you some truth. My Seventh House (astrology term) has been
getting a little messy. Let me back
up. That means the area of my life that
involves important relationship. It
involves lovers, marriage partners, business partners, open enemies,
combatants, contestants.
Interesting little mix, eh?
I placed my primary teacher in this house; could
probably place him in a number of houses.
Second House of values? Yes. Fourth House of emotional home? Yep, wedge him in that too. Sixth House of service? Sure.
Eighth House and the search for the mystical? Of course!
Tenth House and the Father and Dharma.
Hmmmmm, yeah. Twelfth House,
hidden things. Sure, stick that in there
too.
Clearly, I am NOT clear on this.
Our relationship has been shifting; I am
(relatively-sorta-kinda-maybe) understanding where I am with regards to
things. Maybe.
And I have been addressing this issue the exact same way
that I have been addressing the mountain of laundry that has been sitting in my
living room for a . . . let’s say a week.
(Generously; let’s say a week).
I cast it furtive glances when I come in the door; I
occasionally move it to other rooms of the house; sometimes I grab a couple
small things and deal with them; and when I begin to tackle it in earnest
something always ALWAYS draws me away.
A little gasp of surprise always greets me when I realize
that I have not yet dealt with it, and the occasional emergency makes me dig
through it.So, into this space, this information arrives. Last week I am teaching my normal Saturday classes. During the 9:30 am Hatha 2, I always begin by chanting the Kriya Invocation of Goodness. It is a beautiful chant; lovely to see, lovely to hear, lovely to vibrate. I have been hearing it ever since I began my yoga teacher training; through my Kriya training in various courses; it is the sustaining vibration that has always made me feel “plugged in” to the energy of my lineage.
Yogic lineage is like family . . . only, deeper. We can acknowledge to each other the many
lifetimes together; we can search back for just a feeling of being together and
not actual memory. Lineage has been my
rock; coming to me in prayer; in meditation; in the dream state. Saviors and spirit guides; energies that love
me true and love me well.
It has also been real life, Earth plane friendship. My sisters and brothers in spirit are like no
other relationship.
It is intense and beautiful and humbling and connecting and
fills up a hole in my soul that ached for them without even knowing they could
exist.
Oh – yes – back to my Saturday class. I wrap up the class, and a student
approaches. She is a wonderful “new-ish”
student to me; who lived all her life in India and only recently moved to our
tiny town. And yet, her first yoga
classes were here, at Uttara in Roanoke, Virginia; it has always felt like a
lesson and a gift to have her and her husband coming here.
She hands me the chant sheet, and instructs me on the
Sanskrit; it is “SarVEshaam, not SarveSHAAM” she instructs. I am busy looking around the room to check on
students post-class, to answer questions; distracted; I gather my thoughts
because I know, this conversation matters.
She continues to try to instruct my English-oriented brain
to the true Sanskrit pronunciation. I
try to grasp.smile.understand.focus.explain.
None of it goes too well, and throughout the week I wish I could call
her and try to explain my crazy mix of gratefulness and confusion.
In the following week I practice it her way. Remembering instances where we have discussed
in the lineage how to follow the vibration the group brings up together; even a
mispronunciation, if it originates with the Guru, binds us together in that the
vibration is the same.
Do I stay “home” and do it the way I now know is improper;
do I leave “home” and try to shift the vibration back to the original
intent? I practice throughout the week,
and, Goddess knows, it’s hard to change.
Today’s class; I announce the shift; I have to look at the chant
sheet CHEAT sheet that I pass out in class, because with the simple shift in
pronunciation, the words flee my brain.
It felt good; it felt right.
It wasn’t easy.
Tonight I listen to a beautiful CD that I have had for a
while; it chants to “Sani” which is the planet Saturn; I was taught to say it “son-y”
and on the CD it is pronounced “shan-y.”
Another lesson; another change.
Another opportunity to decide what is right for me.
Who DO I follow; who DO I trust? And can I change mid-course?
I am a Kriya yogi.
The lineage that speaks to me begins with Shri Babaji. Some of the most important angels guides and
teachers in my life spring from this precious and ancient lineage.
I pray I am making wise choices.
Prem (Divine love with NO opposite),
Jill
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