Tuesday, October 19, 2010

People cry a lot in yoga.

Have you ever noticed this? Moving through a sun salutation, flying through 5 full wheels, or calming down in savasana, have you ever heard a little sob or two from one corner of the room? Ever stopped to notice that it was you?

I have. I'm one of those people. I've always been pretty sensitive, and I've loved those moments in those really powerful classes when something just breaks and this release happens inside of you, and your sort of feel horrible and euphoric all at the same time, and then you leave the class feeling lighter, different, like something bad is gone and something new is possible.

And it hasn't happened to me in a really, really long time.

Part of the reason some people must practice yoga is because of its infamous transformative powers. We break down so we can build up again, and there is this amazing high that comes with it. It happens in the first few months, usually, and then who knows how many times after that. Then maybe we just keep looking, keep searching, like if I can just do that again, if I can just break down that one last barrier then...what? I'll be free? Happy? Never have any problems or traumatic situations again? Achieve samadhi and leave the world as I know it? Get a cheeseburger and move on?

I don't know. But I certainly keep on looking for it, and I have been following the teachers that have taken me there waiting for that moment to reoccur. Waiting for something to be....clear. Someone trying to sell you on yoga will probably not tell you that that just doesn't always happen.

Well, this weekend, I went seeking answers with one of the biggest names in transformation out there right now: "The Queen of Kundalini Yoga": Gurmukh.

Kundalini yoga is basically a practice in which you do something repetitively until you want to kill yourself and have no choice but to tune out and let the thing happen, whatever the thing happens to be (transformation? A cheeseburger?). These Kriyas are purported to change the actual molecular structure of your body and your brain. You know those etheral white folks wearing white turbans and flowy white outfits? Those are the Kundalini-is.

Now I don't want to give the wrong impression: I thoroughly enjoy Kundalini, and I love teaching certain Kriyas in my classes--they can be incredibly powerful, and maybe they do actually change the molecular structure of your body and brain. Kundalini yoga is an example of the many types of yoga that try to change you and sometimes really can: Hot yoga's purifying fire, Baptiste Power that will make you sweat your asana off, Forrest Yoga that will work you until you curl up into a ball and cry like a baby, Chakra based Hatha that will make you a superhero etc etc etc.

But I was sitting in a room FULL of Kundalini-is, many of whom were in the white garb, watching this quite old woman in lots of jewelery and draping white cloth sitting up on a pedestal reading from a book and telling us what to do: pretend you are about to hit yourself in the face, and then turn your palm forward instead. For 11 minutes. Or what felt like an eternity. I start to hear sobs here and there. Gurmukh is saying, "Let it go. Don't analyze it. Whatever is coming up, let it go." I was thinking, "cheeseburger." Just kidding. But I wasn't quite in the same room if you know what I mean. And I am a BELIEVER in this kind of shit.

This was after a talk on how in this Western world, we have too much information in our minds. Too many tv shows, to much internet, too many cellphones. Empty your mind, she was saying, and tune into the innate intelligence of your heart. Absolutely yes. But then an added implication: if you do not do this you will go crazy. "Has anyone seen the movie A Beautiful Mind? Brilliant, brilliant man. Crazy."

hm. If we empty our minds too much and lose our ability to think critically, then we become like lemmings who would run off the edge of a cliff after their leader, or, you know, start dressing like them. In white. With turbans.

Not that this was in any way Gurmukh's intention. She is obviously an amazing teacher who has done important things for many people [and I am no one's authority on why the turbans]. And I am not saying we don't need teachers and leaders--we do, desperately, and they can take us places that will slowly make the world better. If I didn't believe that I wouldn't be a teacher, would I?

But I think when you get a bunch of people together who want transformation, who are unhappy with their lives, who need something outside of themselves, they are vulnerable to anything you say. They look for a leader, someone to tell them, It's not your fault you are unhappy! It's the awful world you live in! Use this secret technique I have and you can be transformed!

And you know what, it works.

Not because, I've realized, you finally went to see the guy who spent 6 years meditating in the Himalayas, or the person who invented a style of yoga that makes you backbend a lot with a smile on your face or because you went to see the woman that teaches Madonna yoga. Or because of the secret technique. Or because of paying many dollars hang out with whoever, whether it is Shiva Rea or David Bowie. It's because you WANT to be transformed. Your teacher is giving you tools and you are choosing to do something with them. The tools themselves may not be the point.

There is only one true teacher, and it's you. The teachers that have made me cry in yoga weren't some special aliens who were smarter or better than me (more experienced is a different story), I was just willing to listen to them. I can't rely on Gurmukh or David Bowie or anyone else to make me something different, I am the only one who can do that. These teachers help you find your path, show you things you never could have dreamed of, help you to be strong and safe in your body and your mind: they open the door. But you are the only one that can walk through.

And then what?

Well shit, I don't know.



So In lieu of an answer, I leave you with this poem from Tukaram:



BIRDS DON'T BRAG ABOUT FLYING


Birds
Don't brag about flying
the way we
do.

They don't write books about it and then give
workshops,

They don't take on disciples and spoil
their own air
time.

Who could dance and achieve
liftoff with a bunch of
whakos tugging
on you?

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Why are yoga's transformative powers infamous?

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/infamous

Julie Peters said...

You got me there Anonymous, I certainly did confuse my words. I meant that it's the sort of thing you hear about within certain circles--not exactly famous, but not the 'bad reputation' "infamous" offers. Any suggestions?

Anonymous said...

I think Paramahansa Yogananda's book made a lot of claims and suggestions about the effects of yoga, making it's transformational powers "infamous". Us drop-in-center-type yogis don't necessarily have the experiences these yogis did (astral projection; living off a blessed cracker a day, etc.), but we do see changes in our lives. Maybe the popularity of this and other yoga books have given us unrealistic expectations. What do you think?

Miss Peanut said...

I remember my first breakdown in a yoga class. It was during back bends (surprise surprise). Between bridges/wheels I laid there on my back and tried to stifle my sobbing as tears ran into my ears. It was uncontrollable, as if the emotion where being tipped down into my head from my heart each time I elevated my hips to the sky, they then overwhelmed me and leaked out of my eyes. I was never so relieved to find out this happens often, especially in heart opening postures.

It was upon the dissection of this breakdown I realized what 'infamous' transformative powers yoga held for me. Yoga was actually connecting me to my body. For the first time in my life I wasn't just a talking head, I had a body and it was telling me stuff. Yoga has taught me acceptance and this has ultimately changed my thoughts on pretty much everything.

I also remember my first Kundalini yoga experience. Takes all kinds, don't it?

Love reading your blog!
xo

Julie Peters said...

I don't know, Anonymous, about unrealistic expectations--Paramahansa's experience is a pretty fascinating one, and definitely a rare one in the west, but at the same time I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that yoga has been the thing that's changed a lot of people's lives. I've also heard the BowFlex works wonders....

Seriously though--what happened to Miss Peanut is pretty amazing [and a beautiful story, miss Peanut!], if not a 'miracle' in the Yogananda sense. Maybe it all depends on your definition of a miracle...

Anonymous said...

Nicely said, Miss Peanut. I've had similar break-throughs during kundalini yoga where my heart chakra broke wide open. They call it the "unstruck sound", which I really like because it was as if all of the baggage I had been carrying around from past relationships was suddenly off-loaded. It enabled me to not carry those vibrations around and project them into other relationships (I hope). I think we can really use yoga to live more fulfilling lives. If it doesn't work for you than yeah - use bowflex. Or pot. Or whatever.

Anonymous said...

Nicely said, Miss Peanut. I've had similar break-throughs during kundalini yoga where my heart chakra broke wide open. They call it the "unstruck sound", which I really like because it was as if all of the baggage I had been carrying around from past relationships was suddenly off-loaded. It enabled me to not carry those vibrations around and project them into other relationships (I hope). I think we can really use yoga to live more fulfilling lives. If it doesn't work for you than yeah - use bowflex. Or pot. Or whatever.