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Was Jesus a Yogi?

Was Jesus a Yogi?

Hello loves! I am extremely overdue for an update on my travels and for that I send my most sincere apologies. December was a hectic month with a third of it spent in silence and meditation for the Christmas and New Years holidays and I’ve only just gotten my voice back in the past few days and came right to the computer to tell you all about it.

Agama Yoga School

But first things first – a little administrative cleanup. So some of you may be a bit confused about the posting and I feel the need to quickly explain any sort of time-line gaps in the blogging. I’m actually in Thailand right now, living on Koh Phangan island and attending Agama Yoga school. I’ve actually been here since the 7th of November!   All stories and posts about Israel were actually written here in Thailand, but were pre-dated to add to the illusion that I was actually on top of my game and able to write everything I was doing WHILE I was doing it. This is very much NOT the case and extremely not true, aka – for all you yogis out there, this is NOT an example of Satya ….  (sorry for any misleading)! The truth is, I’m NEVER on top of my game! But as an attempt to rectify that fact, I will definitely continue to write my travel stories and back-date them in an attempt to catch up with all that’s happened.

I have been very busy since I got to this little island in Thailand, attending yoga classes, workshops, making friends, building a life and now, embarking on a silent retreat, which means, not a lot of time to write – which is why I came here in the first place! But as the New Year has come around and everyone just loves to make resolutions, I resolve to write thoughts and events while they are happening to avoid further time-lapse confusion. It will be high up on my list right after “Get Enlightened” and “stop drinking so much hot chocolate with honey right before bed.” So, hopefully that pretty much clears up any confusion and catches you up on the logistics. Stay tuned for the details of the above mentioned items in future randomly dated posts!

My Bungalow View: Where I do most of my writing

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.

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More Dancing, Desserts, Doors and Dreams come true! – Part 2

More Dancing, Desserts, Doors and Dreams come true! – Part 2

You guessed it, this post is sponsored by the letter “D” once again!

Having survived an all-night trance party Friday night, getting two hours of sleep the next morning followed by three hours of driving back to Mika’s house, somehow Liron and I managed to stay awake on the hour-long train ride from Tel Aviv to Haifa. Although I had been hanging out with Liron since late Thursday night, there was so much activity and craziness, we hadn’t really had a chance to talk ourselves. And Liron and I always have much to discuss.

But first, now is when I get to tell you about Liron, because I love this man so very dearly!

Liron - tempting us with food (Guatemala 2010)

During my time at the meditation course, I became acquainted with Liron as we would chat here and there throughout the three months either outside the meditation temple, by the lake or over dinner (except when we were ALL fasting and Liron, who didn’t care about it, would be in the kitchen making fried egg and guacamole sandwiches in front of our starving and food deprived faces). Sometimes we’d chat while sitting in soggy pools of our own dripping sweat inside the sauna that got fired up every Sunday. These chats were quite brief, at least for me, because whenever Liron was in the sauna, you knew it was going to be excruciatingly hot! He was well-known for piling on the firewood and getting it as steamy as you could stand it – which I never could – yet he’d sit in there forever just breathing in the heat and purifying himself to the core.

He would sometimes come around to my cabin to discuss certain ideas related to the things we were learning and we’d end up talking for long amounts of time. Sometimes he’d come with new insights he’d just discovered and wanted to share, and sometimes he’d come around with chocolate or some other treat that we’d share as well. That is Liron – he is extremely generous. He is willing to share all that he has with you openly and without attachment. He loves ideas and knowledge and once he’s on to something, he is ready to pass along that knowledge to anyone who would like to listen, all for the sake of helping and supporting others on their journey. He truly is a giver and has dedicated himself to a life of service and helping people advance on their spiritual path. This was a major part of his second Sun Course as you will see.

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Dancing, Desert, Desserts and Driving – Part One

Dancing, Desert, Desserts and Driving – Part One
Dancing, Desert, Desserts and Driving – Part One

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Friday, October 21st – DRIVING

After a night of drinking Goldstars and vodka shots down under at the Outback Pub, the Sun(nies) rise was a bit late on Friday morning. How fitting we were at the “Outback Pub” that night since the next day, we would be meeting with our fourth Sunnie – Mr. Harley Q, the crazy Australian himself. Sluggish as we were that next morning, we were eager to get out of bed and get the day started to meet Harley in Tel Aviv. Now this poor particular Aussie had to get up at 5am to catch a five-hour bus ride from the south where he was staying with his girlfriend on the desert Kibbutz where they met. As he told it, the bus was filled with 18 and 19-year-old Israeli soldiers all carrying machine guns and gabbing on their iPhones, as they came home for the weekend on military leave. Not the most comfortable scenario, especially for a hippy Aussie, but one he was willing to endure just to soak up the radiance of us other Sunnies in Tel Aviv.

The Sun Course Family - Guatemala 2010

Now I feel I need to tell you a bit about Harley. If you haven’t caught on quite yet, all my friends and I met at a meditation course in Guatemala last year, and our particular level was called the “Sun Course.” (Now that may clear up the whole “Sunnie” and sun analogies and you can stop thinking I’m weird – at least for a while …) For the three months of the course, I didn’t really know Harley at all and we barely interacted or had conversations with each other – especially since during those three months we were in silence a total of 50 days, which makes becoming chums a bit difficult. We did meet in dreams sometimes, but that’s another story and too much to get into for one blog :)

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Mika Mania

Mika Mania

It’s all about grounding, letting go and loving life ..

Tuesday, October 18th

I arrived at the Tel Aviv airport on Tuesday – 27 hours after I had left my house to begin the trek. As my airplane grounded from the sky, my beautiful and mighty friend Mika was there to gather me up and teach me a few much-needed lessons about grounding as well.

Before I begin the litany of social events and fun times we experienced together in those first few days, I feel I need to tell you a little about Mika. I met Mika last year when I arrived in San Marcos, Guatemala, as part of the meditation course we did together.

Mika triumphing over her Passover meal

Although she only stands a mere five feet high, she is a powerhouse of passion and pizzazz. She loves life and devours every beautiful  moment available to her. Back in Guatemala, having only known her for a few days, I already started calling her “Mika the Amazing” due to the depth and expansiveness of her heart (she prepared an entire Passover feast – while in silence and fasting, to share with our Sun Course group in celebrating of both the Jewish holiday and the ending of our first five-day fast as part of the course). I also started calling her “Mika the Mighty,” after a night she came storming out of her cabin and chased away three very drunk (and very large) travelers who had wandered over the fence into our meditation center late one night. This is an image I’ll never forget – wee little Mika berating and scolding these guys who stood towering over her, yet were cowering at this crazy woman channeling the fear of God upon them.  She came to Mexico while I was at the yoga school right when I needed her, and she was the one I shared margaritas with on the beach after she taught me the lesson of, “Drea, life is hard enough sometimes. We don’t need to make it any harder. Life is meant to be enjoyed.” To me, Mika is the epitome of strength and passion, mixed with a huge heart and desire to give love to the whole world.

Ok, now back to the story ….

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