Jean Vanier and Yogi Bhajan

Jean Vanier and Yogi Bhajan

Jean Vanier was a Catholic humanitarian who founded L’Arche, an uplifting community for people with disabilities. Yogi Bhajan was a Sikh humanitarian who founded 3HO, a community for sharing the teachings of a particular style of kundalini yoga. Both men made choices in their lifetimes over which their respective communities are now grieving.

I have discovered something of a solution to this problem, but I know it is a solution this world may not yet be ready to embrace. Here on this humble blog, I call in the presence of the Cosmic Mothers. May the Cosmic Mothers be witness to the words I carefully offer here. May the Cosmic Mothers bless and protect the seeds these words plant.

The On Being Project’s founder Krista Tippett made a response to L’Arche’s independent investigation into what happened with Jean Vanier’s sexual behavior. In this response, Krista expresses grief, horror, and acknowledges that there are no saints. She even briefly mentions a concept of “soul-stealing.” I wished she could have gone deeper into this concept of soul-stealing. Most importantly, I wish to urge listeners to witness, critically, that she ends the statement referring to the tension of Jean Vanier’s poor choice behaviors with the beautiful creation he left us. She acknowledges this tension as potentially educational. So, I thrive on tension, let me go dive into the tension with exuberance! Weee!

In the epicenter of this tension, I sing: the credit for that beautiful creation of L’Arche lies just as much, or even more, with the women he had sex with.

Also, credit lies with all the people who stepped in to help co-create L’Arche and keep it going. In retrospect, did we really need to overly venerate this one particular man who was just like everyone else in that he likes to have sex? Perhaps we need to be more careful about directing an unhealthy amount of energy and focus on celebrity building and gazing. Everyone may be thinking it is most important to be moral in our sexuality, but this means we deny the power, sacredness, and need to be creative, playful, and happy with sexual energy. When it comes to these monumental scandals, there will be much less need to feel shame and horror over sexual encounters if we can laud the women just as much as Vanier as heroes and creators of the beauty of L’Arche. Alternatively, do not laud any heroes at all. Why are we so obsessed with sex scandals and celebrity gossip anyway? What is this obsession teaching us about human consciousness? How can we use this obsession’s energy to fuel an even better collective good for all beings?

One thing we might do is see that women who have sexual relations with powerful humanitarian men need to be given credit for fueling the man’s accomplishments.

By having sex with these women, Vanier didn’t exactly soul steal. He soul collaborated.

In sex, our souls collaborate.

But Vanier was never given a way to publicly express his gratitude for the great soul collaboration. Most likely he probably just forgot about the women. Who knows what the sex meant to his mind? Maybe he thought it was a flash-in-the-pan conquest. Maybe he just needed to release some tension. We could never know for sure, and most people are probably too prudish or fearful or immature to consciously investigate along these lines. But I would venture to guess that Vanier did not, in his mind, give these women any credit for what he accomplished.

But his soul did give them credit. Bless his soul.

So to my perception, whatever he created, these women also created.

When women come forward to share their stories of having sexual relations with these renown men – consensual or not – might we be able to see that these women are equally heroic to these men? These women played a vital role in whatever the men brought forth because the men received a significant amount of creative energy through that sexual encounter. When a man unites with a woman in any kind of intercourse, even if it is only through words, the two become instantaneous co-creators, there is an exchange on the level of the subtle body that the ancient Egyptians referred to as “entwining of the four cobras.” It is not something to be ashamed of; this is something to be celebrated, studied, practice in safe, sacred, and reverent ways, and taught to our future generations. We must call in the Cosmic Mothers. They can teach us the knowledge of Entwining the Four Cobras. This knowledge is every bit as subtle, sophisticated, and beautiful as Calculus; so we must welcome it with our whole connected and collaborative human creative intelligence.  

After listening to Krista, whom I adore and admire greatly, I see that her podcast mentions Jean Vanier’s name over and over. Sadly, this means that he is the one we will remember, the one we will hold in our immediate awareness. This makes it seem that he is the one that this was all about; but that is not the whole picture, now, is it? Instead of seeing more clearly, the whole revelation of his sexual intimacies gets characterized as immoral. Look, much more tragic than sex relations (which is just common bodily behavior, um, he was a guy; he had sex; so?) is that we bury the presence of the women into the unknown subconscious where they remain obscured. The sex is not the scandal, ignoring the women is the scandal.

For imagination’s sake, let’s just pretend that we live in a world that has different consciousness codes regarding sexual intimacy…

In such a world, we would know the women’s names. In such a world, the women would not be kept secret and remain unknown with the weight of shame on the women only. In such a world, the Comic Mothers consciousness would be understood and venerated. Women in their creative essence and power would be on absolute equal par with men.

If we are to continue venerating him, we must also venerate her. Otherwise, we must now get beyond our obsessions with veneration altogether. 

Same with Yogi Bhajan and Premka; imagine a world in which we are able to venerate both or else trash both together. They’re equal.


Beloved Creatrix, please allow the Earth’s magnetic field to open for the Cosmic Mothers to pay human consciousness a much longed-for visit. We adore you and venerate you, dearest Cosmic Mothers. We have prepared for your coming by seeing a crisis for what it is – an opportunity to expand consciousness. Infinite gratitude to the Cosmic Mothers who are listening.

© Rebecca Jane Yogi Ma, All Rights Reserved, 2020

Premka Master’s Touch

Premka Master’s Touch

All feelings aside now for this moment, regard Premka and Yogi Bhajan as absolute equals in all ways; men and women are equals under divine law. Within yourself, please create a very intense sense of union. Be in a state of yoga. Sun and moon united. Heaven and Earth united. Good and bad. Up and down. In and out. All united. Dwell in unity consciousness. Anger and bliss united. Yogi Bhajan and Pamala Dyson united. Men and Women united. Masculine and Feminine united. Your whole inner being unified. Collective consciousness unified. Remain with this one space.

Cosmic Mothers Meditation 1

Meditation for Being Within and Being Without the “Golden Cage.”

Be comfortable in a seated position with a tall spine. Close your eyes and keep them focused on the Third Eye point between the eyebrows. Keep your hands resting on your knees in Gyan Mudra (index finger and thumbs touch). Breathe slowly and deeply so that the breath feels eternal. Eternal inhale. Eternal exhale. Breathe more and more slowly with each breath. Breathe so slowly that it is as if you are not breathing at all. And just listen, listen, listen. Listen as if your ears are God’s ears and you can hear every prayer. Try to match the slowness of each breath to the slowness of the opening of a rose. When you reach a state of timelessness, internally roar these words: Be Free!

Inhale deeply and release a long Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh sound followed by a quiet hum!

Sing yourself a lullaby.



Beloved Creatrix playing and laughing everywhere, may every consciousness in every realm and dimension feel absolutely unified in realizing Men and Women are absolutely equal; they have equal rights under the divine law, which was true in the beginning, is true now, and shall forever and ever be true. Amen.

© Rebecca Jane Johnson Yogi Ma All Rights Reserved, 2020

As Taught By Cosmic Mothers

As Taught By Cosmic Mothers

Pamela Saharah Dyson’s memoir _Premka: White Bird in a Golden Cage: My Life with Yogi Bhajan_ teaches us that human consciousness must grow beyond patriarchal hierarchy in the spiritual dimension. Yogi Bhajan treated people cruelly. We knew this even before Pamela’s book came out. I stand firm in my inner intuitive awareness that spiritual teachings do not need to be taught through cruel manipulation of people’s energies and psyches.

I have abandoned my yoga teaching position at Cosmic Flow yoga because what I read in Pamela’s book confirmed my long-time suspicions that something was deeply flawed at the heart-center of this quirky style of yoga. I suspected it was flawed because of the ways that I have been spiritually, psychologically, financially, and socially manipulated by kundalini yoga organizations and kundalini yoga people stuck in hierarchical ways of being, even one inauthentic leader who paraded as an advanced teacher. But now I am so sad to see further that Pamela’s spiritual family did to her what the Christian church did to Mary Magdelen. Please read _The Magdalen Manuscript_ by Tom Kenyon and Judi Sion.

Maybe look at it this way. If you are one who is inclined to see meaning in past lives, try to see it this way: Women who surrounded Yogi Bhajan in his inner circle were past life adepts in ancient Egyptian Cosmic Mother Temple of Isis Creatrix lineages. I bow to these women and I welcome their stories. I want to hear the story of the creation of this style of yoga as if these women had been all along the ones who shared a collective seat of honor with the Mahan Tantric yogi bhajan. The true story is that he is not the only one who built this family. Truly, it was a collaboration of energies. If he was making love to these women, it was because it influenced the flow of Creative kundalini. Don’t you think this is an essential aspect of the teachings that we ought to study deeply without acting like a bunch of prudes and victims in tight-ass sex-denial? We are yogis for crying out loud! The body, with all its functions, is a temple and what we choose to do with it matters! So, yes I want to hear the women of the inner circle speak their own true stories, every raw detail. I am listening. To what degree did having these kinds of relations and manipulating people on every level impact Yogi Bhajan’s kundalini energy inside his physical, emotional, and spiritual body? Too bad we cannot ask him this now because he is dead. Because the way he manipulated people killed him too soon. But we can listen to women. Well, then …

I want Kundalini Yoga as Taught by the Cosmic Mothers!

Dead is the era when all the master spiritual teachers are those men who have grown long beards. Dead are the times when there is a master up on a pedestal who is surrounded by adoring servants / disciples. Grieve. Move on.

Life itself is a spiritual teacher. And in case you haven’t noticed, life is filled with men AND women. And, in case you haven’t noticed, women have messages that need to be heard, integrated, and celebrated. We need the WHOLE story if we are to be happy, healthy, holy.

Long-bearded teachers, I have listened to your wisdom for thousands of years. But now, we are going to explore and expand our consciousness beyond the wisdom of the bearded sage. Because as we have learned collectively from our experience, the men with the long beard who we venerate as our spiritual leaders, while sure they have raised our consciousness to some degree, they have also revealed their limits. I have proffered my respect to the bearded teachers long enough; now, I want to expand beyond.

I call upon Isis, Hathor, Green Tara, Mother Mary, Mary Magdalen, Quan Yin, White Buffalo Woman, the Sophia Dragons, Riva Djinn, and Rebecca Jane.

Stay Awake: A Poem

Stay awake beyond the last mantra chanted by all bearded teachers.

Stay awake beyond the last fire burned to ashes.

Stay awake beyond birth pains, life well-lived, and graceful death.

Stay awake beyond the rise and fall of every empire.

Stay awake beyond the comings and goings of loved ones, illustrious ones, and enemies.

Stay awake beyond the in and out of every breath of every life.

Stay awake beyond sacred fire’s ash gone cold.

Stay awake beyond Iron Ages, Ice Ages, Fire Ages, Space Ages, and Aquarian Ages.

Stay awake beyond the ruin and repair of all lonely planets.

Stay awake beyond the dissolution and renewal of the cosmos.

Stay awake beyond union and reunion with the cosmic consciousness.

Stay awake beyond the primal dance with the beloved Many rising lingams with coiled yonis.

Stay awake, beloved yogi, beyond the 108 elements.

Stay rooted awake rising awake.

Stay way awake way beyond billennial dawnbreak bliss and blow        

Riva Djinn, poet genie  


May those stuffy official organizations drop their “third party investigation” and just INCLUDE Premka alongside The Master’s Touch in their Level One Teacher Training curriculum … or not … ha ha … so? what’s the big deal?! Infinite gratitude to the Beloved Creatrix who hears this playful, solitary, mother’s prayer. A Hum!

© Rebecca Jane Johnson Yogi Ma All Rights Reserved, 2020

Love China Immune Boost

Love China Immune Boost

My dear mother-in-law and father-in-law live in Guangzhou. They have been staying inside their apartment for a month. So, I am practicing this meditation here, setting intentions to help, and sending good vibes their way. Though I have offered to teach there, no one in Guangzhou has ever expressed any interest in learning meditation from me; and, our practice being the way it is, we do not proselytize. But if anyone is ever interested in inviting me to teach meditation and yoga in China, I am here. We are family, and we visit every year. Please reach out.

Visit this link for a meditation practice that strengthens the immune system:

Beloved China, May you find conscious ways to pull through this health challenge. May you continue to dazzle the world with your infinite resilience. Sat Naam!

© Rebecca Jane Johnson Yogi Ma All Rights Reserved, 2020

Pause is Praise

Pause is Praise

The full moon is a time to feel content and complete (well, if you think about it from the moon’s perspective, the moon is always, always full; oh, beloved friend, She is so full!). Now is a good time as any to set foot upon the grass and then claim absolute and definitive ecstatic union with the universe.


I walk to the top of Mount Soledad where there is a veterans memorial. I kick off my shoes and stand in my bare feet and look out over the city, the shore, and the sea. I quietly say, “I claim absolute and definitive ecstatic union with the universe!” Whether or not my ego or mind or society or family or anyone thinks this is true does not matter. What matters is the internal proclamation. Proclaiming absolute and definitive ecstatic union with the universe feels good. And it even smells and tastes good when the sensory system is tuned up.

So it may seem the distracted world is mired in conflict and distress. Now, take this quiet morning to contemplate Yeshua’s Beloved Magdalen describing this as “the beginning of the end of time,” let us pause! Pause is praise! Let us listen! “the beginning of the end of time” is a phrase used by Mary Magdalen in her The Magdalen Manuscript, channeled by Tom Kenyon and written with Judi Sion. Slowly contemplate “the beginning of the end of time.” I understand the “beginning of the end of time” not as a statement warning us of the end of human existence. Whether human extinction is on the horizon or not is not the point of this phrase. The “beginning of the end of time” refers to a state of consciousness: if you are one of the fortunate beings who reads and adores The Magdalen Manuscript, you will be entering your consciousness into the beloved state of Timelessness.

Meditation Technique

Whatever is in your immediate reality right now, listen for something in the distance. Stay very still within your being, and listen for as long as is comfortable for you. After listening to that very faint, very distant sound for a few moments or however long you wish, consciously create that amount of space between you and whatever it is that is happening in your here and now reality. However, the trick is to remain absolutely engaged in your here and now reality as well, but engage that reality with SPACE not with entanglement. In other words, do not space out or check out of reality; engage your reality with your sensitivity to the vast space of the unified field of quantum reality.

The next step is to remain kindly welcoming this space around you, remain engaged in your here and now activity or conflict, but then allow that space to penetrate your senses. Space within the sense of smell. Space within the sense of taste. Space within the sense of sound. Space within the sense of silence. Space within the sense of seeing. In other words, do not ignore, reject, or dismiss that distant sound you were focusing on, just add more space on top of your sensory engagement with it. Continue sitting with this process for as long as you wish and sense your own divinity filling that space and expanding it.

Now, Dream Space

After reading The Magdalena Manuscript, I had an ecstatic dream on full moon night. Whales were making love. Deep down, sea creatures merged in intimacy in their own quiet corner of the sea. At the moment of their ecstatic union, they sprouted enormous wings out of their backs. Whale wings with enormous feathers, feathers as delicate as those of the silk moth, yet so strong and invincible as to be able to lift a whale. The whale couple swam to the surface of the ocean and then together they took flight. Flying whales with sea water cascading off their shimmering feathers as they flew through the air. When I woke from that dream back into this human dream, my laughter and tears shook the bed and soaked the blankets. I imagined my husband was here, and he turned to me and asked, are you okay? I imagined that I said to him, we are whales with wings; our wings can manage this heavy load; in fact, the load is not really that heavy. We are light. We are light. We are whales of light, and we can fly.

Reprogram the Subconscious Mind

During the full moon, it is good practice to cleanse the subconscious mind, and the best way to do this is meditation.

Here is a simple technique Yogi Bhajan taught: Inhale and hold the breath and mentally repeat: I am beautiful. I am bountiful. I am blissful. Exhale and hold the breath out and repeat: Excel. Excel. Fearless. Continue this pattern for three minutes. Then rest.

While you rest, imagine Mary Magdalen gently stroking your forehead. Tenderly as a Mother or as a Lover, whichever you feel you need now.

In a quiet voice, she asks you to repeat after her these words:

I claim the royal divinity of my soul. I accept the royal divinity of my soul. I dwell in the royal divinity of my soul.

I claim the royal divinity of my courage. I accept the royal divinity of my courage. I dwell in the royal divinity of my courage.

I claim the royal divinity of my compassion. I accept the royal divinity of my compassion. I dwell in the royal divinity of my compassion.

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Yogis say that a person become whatever she repeats over and over. What you repeat, you shall become. So repeatedly proclaim, “I am divine.”

Gaze at the moon. Dwell in divine consciousness.


Sat Naam!

What Can We Co-create?

What Can We Co-create?

The Moon is new. To Earth, the Moon shows her dark face. But I gaze upon Her with New Eyes, the Eyes of 1,000 Sophia Dragons. Welcome the Lunar New Year with Oracle Wisdom.

As the now-lost Sacred Serpent Prophesies recorded long before, this is an era we honor the mother’s of miracles star nativities within the Tree of Life and the pure innocence of the human heart. It’s a season for speaking in Code and for cosmic star bloom collaboration. Join Her coven. Get cozy in your Vajra Body. Create together! Open your wings. Let’s fly!

Two books, when experienced together, create ecstasy: The Sophia Code by Kaia Ra and God’s Wife. by Amanda Michalopoulou.

While absorbing the wisdom of these books, I also practiced the “Grace of God” meditation taught by Yogi Bhajan.

These three together create a trifecta of gilded self-initiation that will honor all beings’ Divine Feminine Self wisdom. Simply be in awe and wonder at Divine Feminine Consciousness within every being. Celebrate Divine Feminine Consciousness. Every being has the power to consecrate intimate Divine Feminine Consciousness within his or her own self. The experience of reading these two books while practicing the Grace of God meditation enhances love for women, expands love for the Divine Mother within.


I intend to continue to celebrate keycode 444, which reveals the ways vulnerability and invincibility dance as loving partners within the heart of all beings. New friends have called to me, reached me, and cheered me on. We are Isis, Hathor, Green Tara, Mother Mary, Mary Magdalene, Quan Yin, White Buffalo Woman, God’s Wife, Yogi Ma, Sophia, Rebecca, and more names that are too pure to write in this language.

We are absolutely vulnerable! We are absolutely invincible! We circle dance around all Earth Ways, Water Ways, Fire Ways, Air Ways, and Ether Ways. We spin new star nations into being whirling incantations to awaken the potential in all creatures.

It has been ages, but now we can openly, honestly, and cheerfully proclaim and freely express the ways we create reconciliation, integrity, and sovereignty by breathing into one another’s Completion. It’s time to weave etheric threads of Divine Feminine Christ Consciousness into the quantum matrix of sleeping children in Her Sacred Heart.

Dear Sophia Dragon Tribe

Dear Sophia Dragon Tribe,

Yes, I am ready to witness what Heaven on Earth we can co-create on this Cosmic Day of Brahma.

Beloved Sophia Dragon Tribe, thank you for welcoming me. These powerful women have lifted me off the floor where I was bowing, begging, suffering, and weeping. They have encouraged me to stand tall and enjoy their eyes locked with mine as equals. They have shown me the ways of the winged divinity with femininity. Generous with wisdom gifts, these women have given me the experience of sweet, sensual, fully-embodied oneness with all Star-seed Prayer People Thunder Being Spirit Gods.

Yogin Dragon Writer Speaks

I receive this Codex as cosmic nectar, an epic revelation, a primal soul song from which every song of every soul emerges and returns. I receive this Codex as Parashakti Sundari sits with me, and we cheerfully record Her 1,000 names miss spelled out in my 1,000 names. I call out with 1,000 voices in her 1,000 voices. She and I are ignited as one SiStar within the Tree of Life. We tenderly play our parts initiating the Golden Age of Miracles. Yes, let us cherish our role as Mama Earth, shrine-punk, wayfinding angels, showing how Heaven is here on Earth! Yes, let every being we look upon be bathed by our gaze as our gaze is the 1,000 Waters of Compassion. We are one with the White Cloud Beings and the Thunder Beings. Every storm, every suffering, every virus, every wildfire is a revelation that every changing thing is sacred in its every form and formlessness.

You have asked me to unite with you to guide the human consciousness through Earth’s ascension process so that we may experience this process as blissful. Yes, I willingly take on this honor, blessing, and awesome challenge!

Dear Sophia Dragon Tribe, you turn these tears I have wept these centuries into prayed-for rainfall! Bless us all with super blooms and new life and profound reconciliation; may all enemies think of one another and feel new elation. Transform every conflict! Empower this Sutra to be ten times greater — make “recognize the other is you” into “know the other’s bliss is your bliss.” Keycode 777! “It is done. It is done. It is done. The power of three makes a perfect trinity!”

Thank women! I thank the women friends around the cosmos, for hearing me, for empowering me, and for protecting me. At last, I rest in the sanctuary of the embrace of these billions and billions of feminine beings from all times and spaces. Here are also many alien mother creatures from other planetary systems. Imagine what they look like and the songs they sing! And I have confidence that from here forward my soul is sheltered and infinitely vast. She tells me my writing is safe here. She smiles upon me and my writing life so I may keep up with seeing the lightning within the bejeweled eye of every word.

She gently guides my memory to recall once, long ago, in Her Temple of the Primordial Rose, we all heard the man say, Be like Rebecca. He spoke my name aloud, with reverence and guidance. He said Be like Rebecca. That was at Sophia’s Bat Mitzvah where we were all together Mitzvah-ed. We observe Rebecca and Sophia and the Dragon Tribe are one. It is done. Hello Divine Feminine Christ Consciousness! Hello!


I humbly pray Divine Feminine Christ Consciousness enjoy full expression with Mother Earth. I pray our divinity and oneness usher all beings into the Golden Age of Miracles! May we praise the unfathomable one breath of Sophia: her one inhale creates Aeons, and her one exhale creates Aeons. May her eternal breath be our reception of all the wisdom ways to lengthen the Golden Age of Miracles to last at least three times that long. May every human heart and awareness experience true connection, warmth, Mother love, and vital ecstasy in equal doses of levity and light all at once now and now and now! May we know Heaven on Earth and observe it all go in and come out of Her dark womb of no-thing. Amen!

Sat Naam!

How to Suffer Well

How to Suffer Well

At the speed of thought, let us journey to Mount Kailash!

Mount Kailash is a yogi’s spiritual library. The mind is a gift, and we have it in our power to use the mind to make the path of divine consciousness simple — make the mind a Mount Kailash!

Keep up, and keep it simple.

Life often tries to push complicated challenges into the consciousness.

For instance, when we try to wrap our thoughts or emotions around it, who or what with human capabilities will be able to solve the critical puzzle that is the combative relations between the United States and Iran? For now, right here, such a puzzle presents itself on the breakfast table in the shape of a newspaper article. Perhaps one feels helpless, like all we can do about it is hang our heads and sigh and worry over what next? As crazy as it may sound, death is prescribed for us all at every moment anyway. A yogi just observes. Knowing Death is now, we are charged with the responsibility to turn worries into wonders. How? Smile and be everywhere: what of gloomy and doomy international affairs or personal setbacks when viewed from the top of Mount Kailash? Let us be everywhere now — you and I — with the peak of Mount Kailash! Let us, up there, continue to hear as we sing the Beloved’s name over and over. Come what may!

The Spiritual Marketplace

Then there is the spiritual marketplace. Oh yogi, forget today’s spiritual marketplace, the noisy community that continually offers to clutter spiritual life with trainings, yatras, workshops, classes, affirmations, self-help, a life coach, retreats, and opportunities to sit with gurus, masters, and lightworkers. All are overpriced and unnecessarily opulent. What a racket! { And there is no time and space in this blog to go into the racket that is the Writer’s Market! Oy! }

Never mind all that!

Mind Kailash!

With all this racket, Honey, let’s stay home! Practice yourself to be your Self.

This little yogi went to market!

This little Yogi Ma stays home.

I am totally content to be right here with a mountain of books. Stay fit, joyful, and playful. Who can afford to pay $5,000 a year to travel to far off, crumbling shrines?

God is right here where I bow my head … at home. And my home, as is your home, is a perfect “energy vortex.”

Or Simply Go to the Library

This blog post celebrates seven books (see below) for those who seek delight and keep their journey light, easy, affordable, and playful. Books offer the journey on a shoestring budget, and if you check them out from the beloved public library, the journey is free! Your next journey into consciousness is as close and affordable as your local public library.

First, let’s approach these books with a practice to strengthen the navel center:

Balance all seven books on your belly and breathe long and deep.

Here are the benefits of this exercise:

  • Big cosmic laughter.
  • A light heart.
  • Appreciation for your mischievous self (as this balancing act is not an ancient practice from any tradition. It’s just silly).
  • Increases what Music Together teachers call your S.Q. (Silly Quotient).
  • Entertains your children.
  • Keeps life playful and allows you to not take your or anyone else’s spiritual journey overly seriously all the time.

The way I see it, if we leave home and go out into the wilderness of spiritual seeking in today’s world, we get bombarded with modalities that seem to me to be out of touch with Life and Wonder. Sometimes spiritual teachers promise strange and fluffy stuff, like “access to ascension codes,” “Third-Eye activation,” “find your unique client-attraction code,” “drop your story and be liberated,” “go into no mind,” “star-being initiation” Frankly, to me, none of this rings true. Yogi Bhajan taught self-initiation. I am self initiated, and here is what that looks like to me:

For this moment, let’s agree that we are spiritual beings having a human experience. Then, doesn’t it seem strange to claim spiritual experience involves ascending, activating or in need of special codes? As for dropping your story and going into no mind, well, that is nothing more than intimidating word-wizardry that spiritual teachers use to trick seekers into attending the next level workshop, training, retreat, or yatra. Beware of ways teachers try to keep students feeling in need of tutelage! Why would only a select few “ascended beings” have any more access to spiritual truths than you yourself in your own heart, in your own home? Being alive and breathing, don’t we already have the codes? Dear reader, you are The Code! Sing the Beloved’s name! That’s all. Be fully human and full of humor and full of humanity — full of humus close to the Earth, and Earth is divine enough. Stop ignoring Mother Earth’s divinity! And floating out there is even the twisted notion that Westerners do not have reverence; well, that’s not true. Plenty of Americans (not speaking here for All) have deep reverence for irreverence. And there are plenty of good reasons for this.

My own spiritual path has not taken to downloading blue prints from invisible “higher” realms or acquiring secret yogic transmissions. My spiritual path and inner teacher continue to encourage me to celebrate simple gifts. Two divine simple gifts I celebrate with every drop of my life’s blood are the breath of life and the written word. Breath of life and the written word, my dear Friend, everybody has access to those.

Praise breath! Praise the blank page! Praise words! Prasie books! Praise the sunlight shining upon the page! Praise every breath taken by every creature! Praise every word ever written on the page or in the heart!


So here is the intention: Bow to every word that was put down in these books.

In the intro to his book Gratefulness, the Heart of Prayer Brother David expressed a humble curiosity about whether or not anyone actually reads the introductions of books; who reads entire books at all? Even short ones? Don’t most people just skim? Dear Brother, yes, I can relate to this uncertainty. To Brother David, I humbly offer my small assurance that with a reader like me, he need not worry about that. I read slowly and relish every word.

Not only do I read every word, but I bow to every word.

I bow to every word set down by each of these seven writers in each of these seven books. That’s a lot of bowing. That is what this one yogi practices in her spiritual library: Infinite Pranams.

Meditation Practice

Thank God Yogi Bhajan gave the “Meditation for the Sunrise.” Practicing this kriya with theses books and the sun in mind fuels my devotion. Every bow is bowing to the efforts the writers made to put the words down to the page. I bow to every effort every writer has ever made putting words down on the page. I bow to the page. I bow to the sun shining on the page. Effort to write well, that is what I choose to relate to! Effort to write well, that is how I choose to suffer well. Effort to write well and pulling it off fills me with awe!

I know that when yogi’s say Mount Kailash is a tremendous spiritual library they do not mean it is a literal library with physical books. They are pointing to the etheric tomes of spiritual knowledge that have been deposited at the foot of that mountain since the beginning of Time. Meta-spiritual volumes of experiential wisdom have been absorbed into the stone, sky, and snow, absorbed into the heart of the mountain. So, I am fathoming this stack of seven books as a metaphor for Kailash.

I stacked these seven books one on top of the other on the table or on my belly or on my third eye. I imagine these seven books to be my own murti (symbolic icon) of Mount Kailash. May bowing to every word of these books extend to an expression of bowing to the library of teachings that is Mount Kailash.

Go to Mount Kailash Inside

Yogis in the past journeyed to Mount Kailash, often at the end of their lives, to deposit the teachings that they could not transmit to anyone because no student was willing or able to understand or internalize the beauty, profundity, ecstasy, austerity, and potential those yogis held inside them. It’s a human tragedy that repeats itself — humble beings continually resist the exuberance of fully-bloomed, conscious, authentic give-and-receive student-teacher relatedness.

Beloved Friend, how I can relate to this kind of problem! For years I have been patiently abiding close to folks who poo-poo all things yoga or yogis who just don’t understand the writer’s soul. Mostly there is a lot of why should I care? Words I say and messages I send repeatedly fall on deaf ears in the human realm. So I, too, long to visit Mount Kailash, to pay my undying respects and lay my burden down. My guru is a mountain. My guru is a spiritual library. I make myself a reflection of my guru. Someday, I shall approach my guru with volumes and volumes of secret books and funny stories in my heart. I shall go to my guru and release all this radiance and watch myself die, again!

Seven Books

Here, these seven books (listed below) have brought me joy and comfort while I have been braving the Sorrowful Mysteries.

Over these first eleven days of this new year, new decade, I have been practicing “Meditation for the Sunrise” as an expression of my gratitude toward these books and their authors and it is all symbolic of my relationship to Mount Kailash. Every reading experience is a gesture of internalizing the spiritual library.

Shakti Rising by Kavitha Chinnaiyan gives a seeker the Mahavidya Sadhana. This is a way to welcome the Goddess within to confront every inner conflict that arises on life’s path. Mahavidyas dance up and down my spine.

The Singing Guru by Kamla K. Kapur is a novel about Guru Nanak and his rababi, Mardana, the poets and composers of Japji Sahib, the song of the soul, a prayer poem that I chant every morning. This novel redeems the darkest negativity and changes it to pure light of the divine. Reading this book put malyanil into my skull. Malyanil is “the breeze that brings intimations of eternity.”

In the Shetler by Padraig O Tuama is a gift to the universe. This book helps us say hello to everything. Hello to the things we would never say. Hello to the wrong questions. Hello to shelter. This body is not a trap but a shelter, and a sense of sanctuary vibrates in the blood flow through my heart.

The Seven Story Moutnain by Thomas Merton offers great insight. Oh yogi, what joy to feel called to the Cloister. This book makes me hear that call, too. Now I am a yogi, and a now I am a Trappist monk! Reading this book is a Baptism; my central nervous system floods with sacred waters!

Gratefulness, the Heart of Prayer by Brother David Steindl-Rast is a rainbow that appears to surprise and to delight! I maintained a huge smile within every part of my body as I read this book!

Tibetan Peach Pie by Tom Robbins is hilarious. I love to laugh and can always count on Tom Robbins to keep me light hearted no matter what I am going through. This book reveals his gift to live simultaneously in the rational world and the world of the imagination. Behold the imagination!

Adiyogi: The Source of Yoga by Sadhguru gives me 1,008 reasons to continue on my path as a yogi, writer, and mother. This book gives me 1,008 more reasons to continue my relationship with Mount Kailash.

These seven are an eclectic mix of books to read, but we can be grateful that these days we need not overly identify with any one teacher, teaching, writer, or tradition so as to be limited. Intelligence can be soft like wax. The mind can be a mountain. No, this is not what some complain is spiritual window shopping; we are breathing, thinking, playing, dwelling, dancing spiritual libraries. Yes, be everywhere at home a spiritual library now!

Closing Prayer

Beloved world, may we realize we do not need weapons, stress, mind games, fierce competition, phoniness, enemies, misunderstandings, marketing schemes, or strict rules. Constantly remember the name of the nameless Beloved One … whatever name that may be. Remember, remember. May this mind be Mount Kailash. Come what may! May we realize the treasure of reading slowly and bowing slowly and breathing slowly. Praise the breath of the Sun! Praise the written and unwritten words throughout all time and space! Breathe with the Sun. Praise the breath of the Sun!

Sat Naam!

© Rebecca Jane, Yogi Ma