Less Pomp and Circumstance

My employer has an on-site gym that I have a membership to and, as part of the membership, they offer a few yoga classes on the schedule.  Knowing that “gym yoga” is usually more focused on stretching, rather than philosophy, I decided it should be a safe entry point back into my yoga practice.  I won’t lie to myself, or anyone else, working for Core Power destroyed my love for yoga.  The whole idea of commercializing anything spiritual, in general, makes my skin crawl.  So much so every time I have stepped on my mat, since I started working for the chain in 2008, I have never been able to achieve a blissful state during my yoga practice.  Rather, I had a running dialogue in my head about everything the teacher was doing wrong.  That was my job, you see, to analyze instructors and coach them on the improvements they “needed” to make to their sequencing, music selection, tonality, inflection, projection, vocabulary, and on and on and on, in order to help them grow their classes (and teaching style) into a contrived product that fit in with the notion of the ‘Core Power’ brand.

Even after parting ways in 2010, because they canned my ass when I started to challenge this notion of what their classes should be, rather than me just walking away from their dysfunctional management community – especially since most of the leadership is high on something (like cocaine, opiates, or alcohol to name just a few) nor did they really exemplify the idea of the state of yoga being free from all attachment/distraction – I still struggled to let go of the critical voices that would chime in each and every time I would attempt to take a yoga class.  No matter how much I tried to separate the toxicity of Core Power from my actual yoga practice and move beyond the brainwashing, the ‘critic’ never shut up.  Being on my mat brought more anger than it did relief from suffering, so in 2012, I decided it was time to break up with my practice until I could completely mend my mind.

I’d had a decent relationship with yoga for nearly a decade, but thought a little break was probably necessary.  For the past several years, I had built up more injuries caused by my yoga practice than I found relief from any of the physical or emotional ailments I had had prior to when I began my yoga practice.   Some time off might be good for healing both my body and my soul.  With the exception of losing the strength and flexibility to do arm balances, I have to say, it has been really nice to be off my mat.  I didn’t realize how out of balance I had become while striving for extreme balance in my life.  I do, however, realize why someone came up with the saying, “everything in moderation, including moderation.”  Leaving my career in 2008 to go teach yoga full-time and ‘live an extraordinary life’ was actually one of the worst mistakes I had ever made – unless by ‘extraordinary’, Core Power actually means strange, bizarre, or going completely, fucking nuts, then why yes, I did have one hell of an extraordinary experience managing two of their largest studios in the country for a group of greedy corporatists – yay me!

Recently though, my hamstrings had made several requests for a little bit of tenderness.  So, after over a year hiatus, I finally took a yoga class at my gym this week.  With trepidation, I stepped onto my yoga mat and quietly lowered into Child’s Pose, all the while reminding myself that this practice did not require any critique of the instructor or evaluation of the music or overall environment.  It only required that I breathe and stretch my sore, tired-ass muscles.  As though preparing for a game, I coached myself through the next 45-minutes of my yoga practice to constantly remind my mind to focus on nothing external (sort of like what you’re supposed to be doing during meditation…such a novel concept, huh?). Luckily, there were too many other distractions I could focus on – like the people walking back and forth through the studio to get to the basketball court on the other side, or the guy banging his mop into the wall adjacent to the studio while he cleaned the floors in the main equipment area.  Normally, these types of distractions would have sent my former yoga-snob-self into a tizzy, but today they made me realize just how much expectation I placed on having the environment absolutely “perfect” for the full yoga-bliss-experience.  As an instructor, I spent countless hours trying to replicate this for my students, striving to find just the right music to illicit an intended response, cultivating a sequence of postures that would guarantee muscular fatigue, and choosing themes to discuss that were threaded throughout the class that were most likely too preachy for even me to tolerate for too long.

Here I was in a class with terrible music, bad acoustics, a myriad of distractions, taught by an instructor who had no insecurities and led us through basic sequencing which she inevitably forgot between the right side to the left side and it dawned on me – I really enjoyed practicing without all of the Core Power/Baptiste Yoga Inspired pageantry.  Although, I would be remise if I didn’t point out that Bikram and Anusara Yoga instructors are equally guilty of supplementing their classes with an equal amount of grandeur.  While all of these styles espouse authenticity, connection and simplicity in our everyday lives, each seems limited in their scope and ability to actually see what’s happening with the students they have in their classes.  They are too focused on using a particular set of cues, or language (like ‘radiate out’ – WTF does that mean anyway?!), that coincides their particular ‘brand’ of yoga, rather than to their students’ needs.  Strip away all of the pomp and circumstance and all you have left is the instructor’s ability to teach (or not).  What I realized is that I need from yoga than teachers want to give.  I need less ego, less music, less talking, less filler – we all do, really, because we all get enough of these distractions in our everyday lives.  What we need from yoga, from our yoga teachers, is for them to shut the f**k up, unless they have something meaningful to say.  And please, don’t say ‘radiate out’ anymore – I am getting older now and my ass radiates out all on its own, thank you.

Thought for the Day: Yoga Bubble

Within us all exists a balance of dark and light.  If the pendulum swings too hard one way, it will repeal backwards with equal and opposite force.  I found myself swinging towards glory when the pendulum swung back and hit me so hard it knocked me over.  By seeing things as they are, rather than how we think they ought to be, we can strengthen our spirits during times of trauma and dis-ease.  In order to discover your Sweetness of Mind, you have to wade through the depths of your soul, have your heart ripped out understanding suffering.  Without doing the work, you may be living in a yoga bubble.

News Flash: Compassion does not equal Pity

A little over a week ago, I posted a picture online of two gentleman sitting behind a table, staring at a computer, steeped in conversation.  It looked as though they were sitting in a living room, working on one of the gentleman’s taxes.  In actuality, I was at a bar with some friends, watching a women’s arm wrestling tournament (that’s right, I said it), these young men were the DJs and the ‘music’ they were playing was AWFUL. In all fairness, I am not sure you can really even call it music.  The sound coming out of the shitty speakers could better be described as screeching or static, with an occasional ambient track sprinkled in.  Adding to the misery, they had the volume turned up so loud so that every time the speakers would scream in pain, my amygdala was scraping at the back of my skull searching a way out of the wretchedness.

My partner is a music producer and a DJ, and a damn good one at that.  His father is an amazing guitar player, whose musical roots are steeped in jazz.  As a retired professor of Jazz Music, his father instilled S with the value of skillful practice and appreciation of music. Having honed his craft for over 20-years now, he has appeared on major music labels, toured around the country, played at countless fashion shows, art galleries and film festivals, and hosted local events showcasing talent from across the region.  In other words, he knows his shit.  On many occasions, I have heard him lament as to the lack of diligent practice, or appreciation of music as a whole, that DJs of modern day possess.   He isn’t the only one, mind you.  I have had numerous conversations with other musicians, all who have made similar observations about how so much of music today “has no soul”.

Thanks to the advancement of technology, anyone is now able to ‘produce’ music from a laptop yet, not everyone can make it sound good.  You need a sound engineer who knows what the fuck they are doing, someone who knows how to blend rhythm, melody, harmony, timbre, and pitch. A Sound Engineer works in a studio, fashioned with equipment designed to emphasize the quality of the musician and the dynamics of the piece.  Talent, or perceived talent, isn’t enough.  A true musician, like any craftsman, also practices their skill, hones their craft. Every. Fucking. Day.

As someone who has personally studied (ad nauseam) the power of music to not only bridge the divide between languages and cultures, but to shift the vibration and feelings of people, I 100% agree with their assessment.  The modern musician would be better described as a Top40 musician because it is mainstream culture and mainstream media that glorifies sex over talent and soundbites over substance.  Not every single musician lacks talent, nor every single DJ has zero understanding of how sound frequency affects our entire being.  The Top40 musician is looking to make money, rather than make euphony.  They feed the public misinformation about what music is and how it should resonate in your soul.  The ‘music’ these gentlemen were playing was not just loud, it resonated under 60 Hz which incites a fight or fight response and can fuck up the pressure in the middle ear, causing disruption in your sense of balance.  Maybe extreme agitation was the mood they were looking for, but I’m guessing they never took the time to understand the effects of sound frequency on the human brain.

Given their ignorance is allowed to run rampant through the millennial generation today, I did what any responsible and educated citizen would do and alerted my fellow following on the Book of Faces to this travesty of talent lurking about on a Friday night.  I posted their photo with a simple statement, “Gentleman, this is not DJing. #stopit #UHaveNoTalent” to which an onslaught of interesting conversation ensued.  I realize now that I probably should have not deleted it, nor the picture, so that I could share more about that here, because it would have aided in giving a better frame of reference for this dialogue, but sometimes I have this very bad habit of deleting conversations, once they have run their course, from my page to make way for something hopefully more positive, or a bit more funny, or at the very least pimptastic.  (Sue me.)

Suffice to say, the statements ranged from agreement and frustration for the continual promotion of such crappy music being played on a daily basis, to those who thought we should at least give them credit for showing up and trying, to the most poignant observation that, as someone who claims to be a Yogi, and advocating for individual’s rights to the freedom of self expression, they were appalled that I would be so judgmental of these young men.  Concluding this rant was hashtag, “#UHaveNoDharma”…which is quite possibly true.  Dharma has many varied translations or meanings from “support” to “model” to “cosmic law”.

Throughout the time I have spent studying and practicing Yoga, I have always refrained from calling myself a Yogi.  While I have tried to practice many of the guidelines Yoga recommends, I am not perfect and I think it’s awfully presumptive of one to say that they are a “Yogi” simply for practicing Yoga – most of whom only do the physical exercise and make none of the lifestyle modifications necessary to truly become “one” with the universe.  Calling oneself a “Yogi” implies that one has obtained enlightenment, and therefore can go about touting this superiority to others.  There are many people who believe they should, and do, this very thing – every day, without giving any pause to what “being a Yogi” might actually mean.

One thing I can tell you is that the precepts to enlightenment is to live in a non-violent manner towards all living beings in ALL thoughts words and actions.  It’s known as ahimsa.  The second precept is to live speak truthfully in ALL thoughts, words and actions.  It’s known as satya.  Ahimsa is the first requirement, satya is the second.  Some yoga practitioners believe that it is important to tell the truth, but it is more important to be kind.  I never took the order of these precepts as literally, but more like a “they all go together” kind of thing. And, while I always tell the truth, I am not always kind.  I do try to be compassionate, however, and kindness and compassion are not one-in-the-same.

Many people mistake kindness for compassion, they also mistake compassion for pity.  Maybe you will agree, the truth is not always kind.  Sometimes the truth is gut-wrenching, painful, and horrifying.  I don’t believe in sugar-coating the truth, or blowing sunshine up someones ass, just to stroke their fragile egos.  Just because I am compassionate does not mean I will take pity on you. I believe that it is best to get to the truth of the matter as succinctly and quickly as possible, and not just pussyfoot around the issue.  This, to me, is compassion.  Naturally, I often get this shocked and dismayed reaction from people when I choose this route.

If I am being compassionate, I believe that means empowering someone to be a better version of themselves than they are right now.  That means I can’t lie and say what you are doing is great, if it really sucks ass.  If there is a willingness to show up and learn how to become better, then by all means let’s celebrate and build upon that.  That’s different than giving someone an “A” for effort just because they showed up, yet made ZERO effort.  By buying into that whole “everyone deserves a ribbon” bullshit theory, then I am not serving your highest purpose to become better, am I?  I think I am just setting the other person up for utter failure because no one taught that person how to fail to begin with.  It’s like teaching someone how to do inversions without ever teaching them how to fall.  That implies we will never fall, we will never fail, and we will never suck at anything.  That is a level of denial that I am just not willing to embrace.  Call me an asshole if you want, but I’ve experienced first-hand where that gets you and it usually is at the bottom of the hole of a depression that is hard-as-hell to dig out of.

From my viewpoint, telling you what you want to hear, means I am playing to your bruised ego and that, to me, means I am taking pity on you because I don’t think you can handle the truth.  If I take pity on you, then I am not being compassionate, because I have given up on you becoming a better version of yourself.  I get really tired of the idea that “living compassionately” involves believing in rainbows and unicorns and I should be “nicey-nice” all of the time.  While compassion and pity are related, they are not the same.  If these gentleman had shown up, or at the very least STOOD UP on their feet, interacted with the crowd, or looked like they gave the slightest shit about what they were doing, they would deserve my understanding that while the music wasn’t what I would have preferred, I know they are still learning and growing, but they are doing the work that it takes to get there.  That is me being compassionate.

If you show up, do absolutely nothing, and call yourself something you’re clearly not means that you are not being truthful about the level of craft and skill it takes to mix and produce music, I will not take pity on you, and I will not give you a gold star because your ego is too fragile to admit you didn’t really show up to begin with.  Maybe that makes me a “bad yogi”, but I do not believe that compassion equals pity, and I do not believe that lying to you will best serve your time or mine in improving upon the lives of others.

Hugs and kisses,


An Open Letter to Yoga Teachers…..

There has been quite a bit of drama circulating lately over the internet in the teaching community.  It seems to lead to a larger question of what should or should not be expected of you as teachers?  Sadly, there seems to be a small uprising of teachers who shirk the importance of their responsibility nor do they seem to understand that as leaders (and, like it or not, that is what you are) you owe it to the community to maintain a certain level of decorum when it comes to being a representative of what yoga actually is.  Even more disheartening, is that this small minority, through the means of the world-wide-web and social networks like Facebook, seems to be growing in voice and number.  Instead of carrying our yoga off the mat and into the world, we are doing the reverse of carrying our suffering from the world and put it onto our yoga mat.

To this small minority, I ask that you take a moment away from trying to gain attention and followers on Facebook/Twitter, for a meaningful assessment of the impact of your belligerent, rebellious attitude towards yoga.  Stop and consider for a moment the impression that you may be leaving on the general population with all of these shenanigans.  By your actions, as well as the words you write on the tabloid pages of Elephant Journal, you have demonstrated that do not take yourselves seriously (and not the good way of having a sense of humor, but in the way that shows you have no concern for interacting with the world in a responsible way), you have a flare for the dramatic, you can’t/won’t hold down a real job, you are doing a disservice to the profession of teaching yoga, you relish being the center of attention more than you care about your students welfare, y’all smoke way too much pot, drink too much beer/wine, and use yoga as a mask to permit yourself to engage in activities unbecoming of an ethical human being in the community.

Naturally, over-generalized statements such as these are going to receive quite a bit of backlash from many “teachers”….mostly from the ones who are culpable of the above said behavior will be the ones to retaliate and profusely deny the statements I have made.  Those who partake in the immature behavior we have all had to witness as of late, and those who are the self-proclaimed, “yoga rockstars”, will certainly have a plethora of excuses, justifications, as well as attacks on my credibility for having the gaul to write such a letter to the teaching community.  However, those who are more experienced in both their personal practice, as well as their teaching, and are confident enough (and most likely NOT as infamous), will understand that this letter was not addressed to them, for they, too, have seen and expressed dismay as to how rampant this behavior has become over the past several years.

Yet, leave it to us Westerners to go and fuck up a 5,000-year-old tradition, intended to serve people’s higher purpose in life, use what we deem fits within our neuroses, and discard the ancient rituals and teachings that conflict with our overtly narcissistic need for fame and notoriety.  It seems that it wasn’t until we started elevating people to this “yoga rockstar” status, that the behavior became a complete embarrassment to the profession and downright appalling to the tradition.  Now, instead of doing the challenging and necessary work to let go of our attachments and aversions,  we see all of the psychoses of these rockstars incorporated into the so-called “teachings” of yoga as a necessary part to living some sort of “extraordinary life”.

In the days when I did lead yoga teacher trainings, I would tell the trainees that the beginner and the advanced student equally understood that they knew nothing about yoga, but the intermediate students were the ones you had to watch out for, for they resided deeply in the ego.  The intermediate student (as well as the intermediate teacher) learns just enough about yoga to believe they know more about yoga than anyone else, and they are most willing to share their profound knowledge with the rest of us…. Granted, when you only sign up for 200-hours of teacher training, because you think that it would be completely rad to be a yoga teacher, you are signing up to receive a training that is quite rudimentary in content.  Sadly, of those 200-hours, only about 20 focus on “Yoga Philosophy, Lifestyles and Ethics of Teaching”.  Observing that many modern day teachers have no concept of the value of sanskrit, the importance of ritual, or why they should lead by example, it becomes painfully obvious that a mere 20-hours, devoted to the crucial foundation of why any of us practice (or teach) yoga in the first place, is simply not enough.

If you dig deeper into the tradition, you will discover a yoga teacher’s primary purpose along the path is Seva.  For those of you who have chosen not to revere the potent power of Sanskrit (and I would also speculate this is the same personality type also refuses to learn Spanish because they rather enjoy their abundant arrogance), Seva means “selfless service”.  As in, service to God.  A visual of Gandhi, the Dalai Lama, or Mother Teresa should also come to mind when attempting to embody Seva.  For, when you do review the history of our lineage, yogis were saints. This is why not everyone was, or is, a yogi.  It is a difficult path that requires a great deal of selflessness.  The practice of Seva demands that you love the world so much that you want greater happiness for others than yourself, that you want to make others’ lives better than your own, and that the students’ spiritual growth is of the absolute highest importance.  Too often, the intermediate teacher’s own ego gets in the way and behavior like sleeping with their students, or writing blogs about how the words Thank You are the new F**K you, or promoting ingesting alcohol after having just cleansed the body and mind and setting up opportunities to covet another student during yoga class, or thinking that being inebriated themselves while trying to teach a yoga class (and you know who you are), actually serves MY spiritual growth as a student.  It unequivocally does NOT serve my spiritual growth, nor does it serve your own growth.

Had you read or studied the work of Patanjali, you may have gathered that yoga is only achieved through the cessation of the chatter in the mind.  My yoga, or anyone else’s yoga, is fostered through this practice of quieting the mind.  Agreed, it isn’t about putting your foot behind your head, or doing a really cool handstand or some new variation of an arm balance.  Of course, had you shown up for your lecture on the history of yoga, you would know that all of the asana practiced in the West was simply an adaptation of gymnastic movements 100 or so years ago, during the British colonization of India – they were tools we Westerners thought we needed for getting our racing thoughts to subside (Yoga teachers in India keenly observed Westerners take great issue with actually sitting still for longer than 2-seconds without thinking “what’s next?”).

If you had given yourself the opportunity to complete more study than what can be found in a measly 200-hours of training, you would also have learned that Tantric Yoga is the yoga of ritual, both in practice and intention.  Contrary to “contemporary” belief, Tantric Yoga is not the practice of getting high as a means to bring you closer to God. Rather it is a practice showing up repeatedly and being present to the necessary work to purify your thoughts, intentions and actions (to let go of all attachments and aversions).  Unfortunately, through no fault of their own, these poor yoga teachers have paid thousands of dollars for a contrived education that has short-changed them on receiving a proper understanding of what actual yoga represents.  It should be the ongoing duty of a teacher to seek the knowledge that awaits you beyond a scant 200-hours of training.  After all, education serves an evolutionary purpose.  To continue to evolve as an instructor, as a human being, you must continue to learn.  To believe that enlightenment somehow happens simply because you teach yoga is not only reckless but demonstrates that you have chosen complacency over evolvement.  To think that you somehow know more about yoga than anyone else, or what a 5,000-year-old ritual has to teach you, because you are comfortable in the confines of your attachments and aversions, speaks to the lack of credibility you actually carry as a yoga instructor, even though you may be a “rockstar” in the making.

Where the whole idea of “yoga rockstar” came from, I will never know, but it needs to make a hasty, quiet exit from Western mainstream philosophy, so that we can all get back to the primary focus and intention of Yoga, without all of this ancillary commentary.  Yoga has one intention, and one alone, which is the union of body, mind and spirit in each and every moment.  It is not about fashion, great playlists, which style of yoga you practice or which style is the best, and it is most certainly not about who is the “greatest teacher”, nor about striving to be a “yoga rockstar”.  After all, how many rockstars do you know actually have their shit together?  How many rockstars display a well-formed union between their body, mind and spirit?  As we label yoga teachers as “yoga rockstars” we reflect, quite accurately, that none of them have their shit together (and quite possibly shirk all responsibility to creating this union in themselves or their classrooms)….which then leads to the disastrous display of students who show up to class high on ecstasy, reeking of weed, or carrying red cups of suds into the studio for “hydration” and think this is how you achieve enlightenment….all because that is what the intermediate teacher taught them, as they led by example…..is this really the vision you want to create for the yoga community as a whole?  Unfortunately, it has already begun to happen and it makes a mockery of Yoga.  If you, as teachers, want us believe that you hold any type integrity, then you may want to step up your game, take responsibility that this is the culture you are creating, and make some changes in your own behavior if you want to see it shift.

Integrity does not mean that you run around touting how you smoke pot and everyone else can deal with it because you were “honest” about it.  Integrity means having honor, showing respect to, and showing a courteous regard for all living beings.  Go smoke pot on your personal time, if you must, but do not believe that it enhances your spiritual growth or your students, nor does it promotes life, but rather it is just another distraction and the ego uses to take away from life and add to your suffering.  All of these behaviors displayed by you “rockstars” are mortifying impediments to raising the level of consciousness for all.  They are not honorable and they most certainly are not yoga.

If you prefer to live a lifestyle weathered by suffering, that is your choice.  If you prefer to have students who will cater to your ego, fawn over your playlists or your rebellious nature while you quote Billy Joel as a spiritual truth, or you want students who are eager to join you for some suds after class, then consider that you are not really a yoga teacher, but simply teaching a fancied up version of Jazzercise.  Those of us who are serious about our dedication to uplifting those we serve would ask that you PLEASE stop trying to pretend that you are a representative of a tradition that we have served with great reverence, respect and veneration for decades now.

After all, I can’t focus on quieting my mind, when you all want to talk for the sake of hearing yourselves speak.

The McYoga Sutras, Chapter 2: The Eight Limbs of McYoga

As recently published on RecoveringYogi.com
In The McYoga Sutras, Chapter 1: Self Absorption, we introduced this four-chapter treatise outlining the keys to enlightenment. Here, for your yogic edification, is Chapter 2.

The Eight Limbs transcend age, time and culture, and send spiritual double-messages to our disciples.  They are intended to change the direction of your thinking toward greed and attachment, so as to counterbalance any feelings of love, harmony and joy that may have bubbled up in your practice.

Chapter 2 of The McYoga Sutras outlines specific details of the McYoga discipline to create a perfect weapon that will systematically eliminate any obstacles of mental health that are blocking your ability to reveal your most Erratic Self.  For if we here at the Cult of the Self-Righteous are to ever have any hope of exploiting your generous and kind nature for our personal gain, we must first have you believe that our path is the right path and that any other path leads you to nowhere, whereas our path will lead you straight into the delusion that you are truly better than everyone else.  Once you are convinced no other studio will be able to offer you as many classes each day as our studios, you will eagerly give us more money for decreased quality because we offer greater quantity – and more is always better!
Our goal is to live our most extraordinary of lives, and you will help us get there through this convoluted Eight-Limbed PathTM to obtaining McYoga.  By practicing the following eight steps, you will release any physical inhibitions (or semblance of previous intelligence you had gathered through learning or prior experience). Repeated contemplation on these steps will reveal layers of your continual avoidance of the level of deception we are able to procure, not to mention that you will become immune to our harmful behavior and questionable business practices, which remain overlooked by the masses. Because: “It’s all yoga!”
2.1   The actions of McYoga have three parts: 1) training the body to achieve perceived societal perfection, 2) lack of interest in what others care about, and 3) freedom from honest emotion or individual thought of any kind
2.2   The aim of these three practices is to cultivate an attitude conducive to being absorbed in superficial needs and to maximize the power of primal desires
2.3   These desires are rooted in the three causes of suffering: 1) ignorance of the value of spirituality, 2) egoism and self-centeredness, and 3) clinging to life out of fear of death
2.4   Ignorance of the value of spirituality is the fertile soil for all primal desires to exist;  the aspirant becomes complacent, dormant, feeble, scattered and submissive
2.5   Egoism is an enmeshing function of the cult as an instrument for identifying a false sense of security and confidence in the aspirant
2.6   Clinging to life and fear of death are the intrinsic forces that allow the cult to maintain power over the aspirants
2.7   The practitioner must at all times stay aloof from any unpleasant experiences, knowing that those are tinged with pain to accelerate spiritual growth, therefore must be avoided
2.8  All experiences are rooted in actions of pleasure or pain.  Pleasure is to be clung to as a means of silencing the origins of pain.  This creates a karmic reservoir of sorrows in which all quality of life will be a delightfully meaningless search for happiness through the “Seven Means of Material Phenomena” in order to achieve the burning desire of perfection and self-gratification
2.9  Enjoyment is found when one becomes attached to these Seven Means of Material Phenomena: Self-Indulgence, Aversions, Bodily Perfection, Mind Control, Standardization, Commercialization, and Exploitation to Become Extraordinary
2.10 Self-Indulgence compels the aspirant with oblivious treatment of others; the five attributes of self-indulgence are Meretriciousness, Falsehood, Theft, Debauchery and Avarice
2.11  Proper aversion is attained through Impurity, Discontentment, Apathy, Insensibility and Victory over Virtue.
2.12  Bodily Perfection is exercised though the rigorous physical training required to look good, which, for the aspirant, is more important than feeling good
2.13  Through the intensity of self-indulgence comes the rising of impurities through constant striving for bodily perfection
2.14  From that perfection, duality naturally increases as Mind Control is exerted through carefully manipulated statements of praise or criticism
2.15  As Mind Control is gradually implemented, the subject rejects all variations in sequential progressions of apparent differences in spiritual transformation; the aspirant has firm conviction of the need for Standardization as the process of contemplation ceases
2.16  As the veil of Standardization grows in complicity, the foundation for Commercialization flows into awareness; the aspirant releases their freedom of choice and mediocrity flourishes unquestioned by the subject
2.17  As the aspirant releases this freedom, the community can exploit this newfound passion to advance the promotion of workshops, trainings, retreats, products and any other unnecessary item to absorb the aspirant in illusion
2.18  Being absorbed in these processes creates the supreme illusion of success as  the subject becomes void of form or goal, and only the essence of dementia shines forth!
2.19  By frequent repetition of the mantra “Become Extraordinary,” the subject will experience an undisturbed flow of tranquility to avert thoughts of confusion as to the moments of depression and anxiety that begin to permeate their thoughts
2.20 Full McYoga transformation occurs when the subject’s mind quality, character and condition are engulfed into the illusion of being part of the exclusive and innovative culture which instills fear of leaving the group
Next time we will explore the Five Means for Attainment of first of the Eight Steps to McYoga –Self-Indulgence!