Water and the experience of the Klesa abhinevesah- the fear of death.
The external.
Externally it’s been a strange week of water, stuck in Valencia with the Dana.(the storm)
A fear of the repetition of last years’ event, everyone nervous.
This life giving necessity, that we all need so much, suddenly becomes a force to be reckoned with.
The pleasure we have taken in swimming in it, now changes to us running away.
Watching the gullies, and the dry river beds for the return of the horror of last year.
Should we go out, should we stay in? Is it safe now or isn’t it.?
Fear takes over our thought patterns, it’s pushed at us from past experience, past knowledge, it’s there to keep us safe but is it needed right now or is it just causing more fear.?
The Klesa rises
Water
The Internal
Svadisthana cakra
Internally we know our connection to it, we know about our emotions, our moon connection, we know about our fluidity. We know about our need to flow with it.
We talk about finding other paths around obstacles by using the ability of water to go round them and not force our way through.
And yet, fear can take over, can flood every sensation in the body so our clarity is gone and the full force of water floods us and we have no resistance. Emotions overwhelming.
Once again fear takes over our thought patterns, it’s pushed at us from past experience, past knowledge, it’s there to keep us safe, but is it needed right now or is it just causing more fear.?
The Klesas – afflictions
5 seeds that are the root causes of suffering in yogic philosophy
Avidya- misunderstanding or ignorance
Asmita- ego
Raga-attachment
Dvesa-aversion
Abhinivesah-fear of death
The klesas are said to be seeds within us, just seeds, but when we water them they can be fully grown trees within seconds.
This is the power of water.!
The practise of pranayama cuts the growth.
Remember to breathe………………………………
Gill Ansty YHET Trustee
Thank you John Roedel and Yoga.
Others I knew had heard of him, but for me he’s been a revelation.
From Peace is a Lioness, to my Head and my Heart divorced, I have become addicted.
And I began to think and to wonder, if he would have appealed to me as much when I was younger.
That love for different poets changes, as do the moments in which we read them.
In the right place at the right time and something resonates, it could be with your experience from the past or the present, or it could just be a light bulb moment, lit by the words themselves.
But I know for me, it’s when I find the yoga in them.
When something that’s said reveals an ancient yoga teaching in a modern way.
Nothing to do with the physical practise, but that affirmation of the understanding that yoga has of the way the world is, the acknowledgement of it and the way to live in it with peace.
We follow a practise that gives us the tools to live our lives in the best way we can.
The eight limbs give us a way to behave that allow us to like ourselves, to be healthy and mindful and considerate of others.
Our teachings are passed on by gurus, teachers and students, from one to another. And we hold them as our practise.
And then along comes John Roedel and out of him spills our teachings in a messy, modern, human and glorious way.
So look up the poem Hope by John Roedel it’s in his book Wonderache, then continue exploring he’s got a lot to say, and look at My Head and My Heart divorced, which is in his book Remedy, there is yoga there and not a mat in sight.!
Gill Ansty YHET trustee