Tommorow the 26th of October 2015, the body begins a ten day intensive into mastering Yoga under the guidance of Swami Adhyatmanandji at Sivaram Ashram in Ahmedabad. I will not go so far as to say that the events leading up to this particular “yoga event” seem to be perfectly aligned, and therefore all is well. Rather, the events leading up to it have been chaotic and it is only now that some sense is beginning to emerge from the complete conscious recollection of the past.
So, it is with a sense of lightness in the feet, that I make a promise to myself, and in making it to myself, make it to the world. For I am, is the world. There is certainly no one being who does not feel that he is the center of the world, of His world even.
The promise is to write to my heart’s content, till the day there is nothing more left to be written, till the day the I am is exhausted or till the day the spell of death ensues. It is a subtle thing to write or rather to think because as much as one may think he has reached the end of the journey, something unexpected comes that makes one feel that the journey is still not over. Perhaps, this is not a mistake.
Growth and Unfoldment is Life.
And as we evolve more of us are beginning to question, to seek, and to find value inside and outside.
Does “it” have any value?
Here begins my humble attempt to decipher that perennial question, and in doing so, marks the beginning of Madeius as a philosopher, perhaps?