Our fears are not unfounded.
I have long come to terms with the evil axis that exists between yoga and surfing: the postures and style, the serenity within both, plus the contributions they make toward increasing my Cool potency - at least in my mind.
Now the Circle is encircled, the triumvirate Trinitised. The terrain of the Divine is fought for in skirmishes as minute as this. Steve, over at No More Mister Nice Blog, has unearthed the shadowy world of yoga!
Uncle Joe - Cardinal Ratzinger to his then fiendish-Papal friends, Your Popeness to us all now - declared in 1989 that yoga “can degenerate into a cult of the body”, with its “pleasing sensations” liable to be mistaken for “spiritual well-being”.
“Let no speck of His Creation be tainted by the heathen teachings of non-believers!”
screams the Christian logic of Imperialist-Monotheistism.
The Japanese have a word - “Sumimasen”. It literally means “I wish I were dead” and comes in useful for those peculiarly Japanese moments in life.
