My MASTER Yogi friend travels the world teaching yoga, goes precisely to war torn countries where there is famine, plague and genocide and plants the staff of peace and teaches yoga somewhere in the most bombed, soldier-ridden city there, teaching it daily and he won't leave though bullets, starvation and bombs rain down upon him, not until peace is a reality.
He did it in Bosnia. And you know how things quieted down there mysteriously! So OK. I've been having grief. The caboose Son (always a mother's favorite no matter how dinky) is in a Mexican jail for stealing a sailboat so he could sail to the peaks of the Cordillera where his Spanish father lives. My son is schizophrenic, or was until those 4 yrs in a state mental hospital fixed him just fine. (it is now 7 yrs, but California just forgets people. My son calls the madhouse a 'carrot cooler.'
Well that Yogi Kirantana his name, tells me that
my son is fine. He went into the ethers and saw that Luis, (to me
he will always be Lulu,) is in jail, sure, eating tortillas and beans,
we knew that but he is surrounded by winged, evanescent thingies,
Good thingies. And a whole shitload of 'em.
He added that my son is a potential healer one day! Now I always knew he was Jesus-like, my son prays over newsclippings of genocide, affirming that the problem will go away, so he's not unlike Kirantana. He also heals sick cats, has performed successful Post Rottweiler gangrene cat tail amputation (Stumpy lived for a decade after that, was King Tom.) And he gave huge amts of money to the poor, making me furious as I considered myself kinda needy. So hey, upshot is, if thingies are hanging around my kid, all to the good, cuz I don't know WHEN I can get the $400 bail down to deep Mexico and rescue the little guy!
The master YOGI says that he himself is surrounded by thingies (I think this translates to helpful spirits?) since his ex gal pal, the healer, fasted herself to death.
Just amazing. He's an amazing guy. I wrote a tribute
to him, a jocular poem, and as always, posted it to about 500 other pals.
I tend to get both public and jocular facing dark things and a little jocular
mass mailing never hurt anybody. It's a kind of commercial for his talents
and shall we say, my own? I'm always looking for a syndicated column so
Mom can make bail on kids forever!
Here's the poem about Kirantana.
"My yogi sits in contemplation
and to him whisper thingies.
They tickle him when news is good
and ring little dingalingies.
If something bad is happening,
they always let him know it.
So send him a hundred dollahs
before you go and blow it.
My yogi's name is Shabd,
It means the holy tone
And his little dingalingies
'jes won't leave the boy alone.
So if you have a question,
mail a buck or two.
and his little dingalinies
will tell you what to do!
^*^*^*
No really, Kirantana has a spiritual dipstick. He takes the temperature of the matter or his thingies do. Boy is he gonna be pissed when he reads this cuz he's on this list!
Luckily, he's even more good humored than
I am. Want his email? HARI SHABD his name, when he was with YOGI BHAJAN
for 2 decades, now it's KIRANTANA! vrac10@netzero.net the Ten is for him.
He's a ten! Ask him what a vrac is. Maybe it's a thingie. And maybe you
can get one, too.