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I ́ve always lived in phases. Some lasted that long that I got used to them, accustomed, felt comfortable, but nevertheless I get thrown out when the phase is over ( ok, some people stay in one phase their whole life, never try anything new or different, I am obviously none of them ).
It was last year that I finally read the ancient texts of the yoga. Every question I ever had about yoga got answered. And yes, real yoga cannot be abused, that´s impossible. I had that guess anyway.
Fun episode: During that phase ( of getting to know about the yoga theory stuff ) a man came to me in my favorite veggie restaurant and said, that he knew me from back then: I had come to his bookstore once ( meaning the 90s! ). He had a bookstore for yoga and eastern philosophy in 7th district that time, where I used to go now and then and skip through books. I had totally forgotten about that, obviously yoga had been on my mind longer than I thought! He now was an organic cook, but still deeply into the philosophy of the yoga ( and I had landed in (in)famous 7th district in the meantime, to be precise: I moved here 20+ years ago ). That’s all huge, past and present and all these things.
I borrowed a book from him, later on I found a yoga book from the 1960s in a nearby open book case ( the one a did a project about >> down in the weeds ), and finally I bought a recent translation of these ancient texts by someone, who had spent years in the ashrams of aurobindo* back then. So yes, I did my theoretical study.
Starting with a young teacher of american english, who was a graduate of the new school university* in NYC, my study phase turned out to be far beyond my expectations ( I didn ́t have any expectations, actually ). Nevertheless. It was just a phase. Whatever one spends time with, when it’s over it’s over. There is no re-start, or re-do, but a figuring out and exploring the place.
* famous yoga philosopher of 20th century ::
** progressive private university which I didn’t know until I had a language teacher who had studied literature there ( I didn’t know the UCLA either, until I studied at a department run by an ex prof of the UCLA )
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