Dear student of yoga,


         In thinking about teaching yoga on line a couple of weeks ago, I spontaneously went into Samadhi. At that time it became obvious to me that the best way to help you to reach Samadhi is by going into Samadhi myself and instructing you from there. Let's do it.

       There is a place in your mind where you can go and open a door. Inside is a vastness that is the great you and the great me. It's the Great Self. But you do not open the door, IT does. You merely get its attention as you've gotten mine, by being child-like and innocent in your quest to know and be and do.

     Yoga is not you taking control, but the Great Self taking it. It takes you where you cannot go like a father picking up a small child. You think you open the door, but it is actually doing it. You can only call to it and ask it to open up to you. Now look inside. There, did you see it, the Great White Light? A moment's glimpse at the Infinite.   

        Now the light is gone from view but you are still aware of the Great Self as a presence, looking over your shoulder like our benevolent father. In his presence we can see the way he sees and by seeing as he sees, be him, be the light. There it is again. More distant and fleeting this time.

        Now your mind is in pursuit. Soon your exercised thoughts will move like lightening and you will be able to stay longer in the light.

        We are playing with the Great Self now and it with us. These are but touches and glimpses. But did you at least see it and sense it's presence during our communion?

        Read this as often as you like. Speak to you again soon.
Best Wishes, Marvin

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Yoga Lesson #2


 
     I’ve just come to my favorite Japanese restaurant. I open the door and immediately bow to the chef and he to me.  We both know why I’ve come and what is about to happen. I sit in a quiet corner of the room and look at the swirls in the bottom of my teacup until the food comes. Then my attention turns to rapture as a jeweled palace surrounded by a lush garden is placed before me. My dinner has arrived.

     I slowly turn the plate, taking in the many artistic facets that highlight the gem-like food. Then trying not to disturb it, I take a bite of something on the edge, opening the garden gate.  After chewing, I paint my deliciously seasoned food onto my palette with my tongue. Then pressing the food between my tongue and the full extent of my palette, I exhale.

     As I exhale, the aroma of the food passes through my sinuses and out my nose. As it percolates just below my brain, my Great Self, overflowing with delight, fills my inner vision with white light.

      I roll my eyes up inside my head to better look at the light. Then I remind myself that I am no longer looking through my eyes at the light, but that I am the light.   

     When my eyes finally roll back down, I find the waitress waiting patiently to ask me if I want more tea. After refilling my cup and cleansing my pallet I resume my journey.

     Piece by rapturous piece, I am spirited toward the last, the best, the crown jewel. With the last bite I am One with the food. I am the Oroborus, the serpent with his tail in his mouth. The dweller in the light.

     Finally it’s over. Time well spent. At the door I again bow to the chef, and a smiling Buddha bows back.

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Yoga Lesson #3


      I turn down the dirt road past the shallow pond full of tall reeds. Then I drive past the cliff face and around to the sloping back of the hill and park the car.

     The terraces of rock are covered with velvety emerald green moss. As I climb, my bare feet sink into the deep rich pile. Along my route I meet red bouquets of flowers hanging like clusters of bells.

     At last I come to the old pond, a water filled granite cave open to the sky. Around the opening of the cave, large quartz crystals burst from the emerald carpeted gound. Suddenly my Great Self is here, looking, and White Light fills my already tearful eyes.

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Yoga Lesson #4

     I’m listening to the whales singing to each other. Now, caught up in their high-pitched conversation, I begin moving back and forth as they sing and reply across the vastness of the deep.

    Suddenly an eye appears in the depths. At the same time the whistle in the whale’s head reverberates in my own.

    Now I understand why the whales sing. The song is a mantra. It vibrates my skull, awakening the sleeping God within and filling the depths with light.