Over the years, I have created little altars all over my temple cottage. Lately I have been especially enjoying the one behind my bread basket, toaster, and fruit bowl. I just love all the orange and green tones in the images. And I am touched very deeply by seeing my beloved teacher, David La Chapelle (in the green hat), surrounded by Beings he loved so much while he was in his earthly body: St. Francis of Assisi, Green Tara, and Ammachi.

When I moved into this temple cottage in the summer of 2004, I invited some dear friends over for a housewarming gathering. At the end of the evening, we sat in a circle in the grass in my new backyard, and David (who is “Basil” in my books, and who left his body in July, 2009) strummed his guitar and led us in a chant to Green Tara, the Tibetan Goddess of Compassion: Om Tara, Tutara, Ture, Svaha. David said that chant is a good one for householders because calling on Tara helps the day flow with delight rather than with drudgery. 

Simple little altars remind me of the sacred at every step throughout my home space. Divine images raise our vibrations and bring delight to our days.

May all beings know the Divine Inner Light. May all beings have food to eat each day. 

Om Shanti (Peace),

Yogini Tejaswini, who is heading down to California tomorrow to see Ammachi!

~ I’ll be back on the Teja Blog after June 10^th…

Photo of Teja’s Toaster Altar by Teja Shankara.

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last night i felt the way our soul frequencies
are vibrating in a pattern of union —
i knew the rightness
of our togetherness
and grieved the separation

this morning i looked at bright orange poppies
pelted by rain
and knew the same:
i am a bright orange poppy,
my Beauty and Life Energy
pelted by the torrential rain
of my tears —
Sigh.

May all beings know Peace and Happiness. 

Om Shanti (Peace),

Yogini Tejaswini

Photo of poppies pelted by rain taken by Teja Shankara.

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This was my second day of taking a break from Facebook, and already I understand how necessary this break is for me at this time. I really enjoyed the Facebook playground for more than two years, but over the past few weeks I noticed that my system was feeling overloaded, and I intuitively sensed that Facebook was one of the biggest contributors to that overload. So yesterday, on my first day since deactivating my Facebook accounts, it felt a little bit strange to not be going on Facebook, but then it also felt like a huge relief. And right away I witnessed two things: 1. There is a lot more time in the day now… I cleaned off the piles of clutter on my kitchen counters for the first time in over six months! And 2. It is a lot quieter now… Both my personal energy field (around my physical body) and my living space are quieter!

I wasn’t surprised to find more time on my hands, but I was surprised to experience the quiet. I just had not realized how crowded and noisy my energetic spaces had become. And I definitely had not realized that Facebook was the main cause of my system feeling overloaded. I loved Facebook so much, and I saw it as a very positive force in my life, because it filled me with inspiration; it filled me with hope; and it filled me with a sense of being connected to so many beautiful beings all over the world. It was like linking in to a large matrix of international pen pals! 

As I re-read the previous paragraph, I am struck by the word “filled” – that is indeed the key word! Facebook filled me and filled me and filled me… until I was full-to-overflowing! Thus, my intuition signaled the much-needed break. I don’t know when I will feel drawn to go back. For now, taking this break from Facebook is certainly correct. I am resting in Gratitude that I listened to my intuition.

May all beings listen to their intuitions. May all beings rest in Gratitude. May all beings love themselves fully.

Om Shanti (Peace),

Yogini Tejaswini

Photo of Teja’s happy kitchen plants by Teja Shankara.

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On August 17^th, 2010, I posted a blog article entitled “My Experience with the Tanran Reiki Relationship Healing Symbols” with a link to my Reiki Teacher William Bagley’s blog that contains visual images of the symbols. Now one of my beloved Reiki healer sisters has sent me her artistic renditions of those symbols. I just love Art and Beauty, so I am thrilled to share her gorgeous artwork here with you today. To order these prints, and others, by D. M’Chelle, go to: www.yessy.com/verbalimagery or www.cafepress.com/verbalimagery.

Hope you all enjoy these images…

May all beings give the Universe permission to deeply heal them on all levels.

Om Shanti (Peace),

Yogini Tejaswini

Tanran Reiki Relationship Healing Symbols by D. M’Chelle:

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On this playground of life, we get to choose how we spend our time: we can choose to run around doing things that lower our vibrations, OR we can choose to commit to regular, daily spiritual practices that raise our vibrations. Each small change that we make within ourselves then ripples out and benefits all of Creation. This year I intend to help raise the vibration of the human species, through my work as a cheerleader for spiritual practices.

Here is some recent news from the playground of my life ~

~ The simple daily events of this past month have brought me into a state of Deep Listening and Deeper Devotion. For the past two years I have been chanting the Hanuman Chalisa (a prayer of 40 verses in praise of the Hindu monkey god, written in Hindi by the saint Tulsidas) along with a CD by Krishna Das called “Flow of Grace”. Usually I just chant it once each day, but lately I’ve been chanting it many times daily, to the point where I lose track of how many times. This is a very healthy addiction for me! As I write in my pocket book, Radiance Rising: Spiritual Practices for Daily Living, our minds are easily habituated and they really like to hold onto something, so if we give our minds spiritual practices to hold onto, they will naturally begin to cling to those practices. I am certainly witnessing the truth of that, as I watch myself turn on the Hanuman Chalisa for the tenth time of the day!

~ I love the way the Universe sends just the right book to read at just the right moment. Currently I am reading Krishna Das’ book Chants of a Lifetime: Searching for a Heart of Gold. I am deeply laughing and crying as I read, because I feel so much resonance with his experiences, and because I also feel such deep devotion to Neem Karoli Baba, the Guru of Krishna Das, Jai Uttal, Ram Dass, and this yogini. Although I did not meet Neem Karoli Baba in the form this lifetime, he has visited me strongly in dreams and meditations, and I know that he is my Guru. I love what Krishna Das writes in the first chapter:

“Chanting brings me into the space of love within, which to me is my guru, Neem Karoli Baba…. I’m not trying to sell him to you. There is no group to join; we already joined it. It’s called “the human race.” Maharaj-ji, who was beyond any sectarian beliefs, said over and over again that we’re all part of one family and that the same blood runs through our veins. / “Guru” is a hard concept for most Westerners to grasp, but very simply, the guru is whoever or whatever removes the darkness from our being.”

~ Several weeks ago, a small not-so-cute bunion pain developed in my left foot. Each day the pain increased, making it difficult to sleep at night and also making it impossible to put on any shoes. Not realizing that this was a great blessing in disguise, I asked my brother if I could go barefoot to work. “Sure,” he shrugged. As the days went by, I began to enjoy my new reality as the barefoot bike shoppe girl, and I wrote a few blog articles about going barefoot. (“Barefoot Yogini Bliss” and “Jai Krishan’s Reasons for Walking Barefoot”) 

~ Lately my boys have been so busy with all of their activities and friends, that I feel as though I hardly see them, even during the times that they are at my house. On Mother’s Day weekend, my older son went with a friend on a trip to California, and my younger son was at Papa’s house… But they both called to wish me a Happy Mother’s Day, and my younger son even stopped by to gift me with a red rose! I felt so blessed and appreciated!

~ This winter and spring I have been grieving the loss of a best friend, an earthguy who I’ve been in love with for quite some time… we can’t be together, and the grief of that takes me to the depths of sorrow… and recently I understood that I needed to do something to help move the process forward… so I made a photo collage and photo book of our times together, and I cried a lot, and it was really, really good for me to acknowledge WHY I am so sad – it’s because we had a very sweet, very special connection… and I needed to really honor the depth of Beauty and Love in our connection… and although I am still grieving, ever since making those photo creations of us, I have felt a bigger release and more permission to allow Happiness in my life again. I feel as though the Universe is conspiring to make me Happy Teja again… it feels as though life is in constant, joyous, FORWARD motion!

~ On that note, lately I have been deeply listening to my heartsong and I have discerned that I need to consolidate all of my creative energies into one on-line offering. So yesterday I decided to take a break from Facebook for a while and just focus all of my creative juices into making this Teja Blog more and more fun and amazing! 

~ I do feel some grief at letting go of the Facebook Playground, and so I see that it is a good practice for me to let go anyway. Yesterday I read Krishna Das’ chapter (in Chants of a Lifetime) called “The Fruit of Attachment is Tears” and that struck such a deep chord in me. My heart is singing to surrender into a much deeper process of letting go of attachments and learning to cry tears of Joy for God, rather than crying tears of sorrow over lost attachments!

~ As Summer approaches here in Ashland, I intend to spend more time outside and less time on the computer. I intend to spend much time working and playing – barefoot – in my own neighborhood. And I intend (by the end of the summer) to once again offer weekly Radiance Rising Circles, this time here in my own neighborhood. And, I will continue to publish regular blog articles about my experiences as a barefoot bike shoppe girl, a vegan yogini soccer mama of two fabulous boys, a Reiki practitioner, a spiritual practices cheerleader, and a brahmacharini wannabe who straddles two worlds!

~ As I prepare to go on my next pilgrimage to see my beloved Guru Ammachi (in California in June), I am filled with Gratitude for Deeper Devotion and Deep Listening. I am falling back into my deepest Self, again and again, with these words of Krishna Das echoing inside my mind: “Every saint who has ever lived has told us to look inside.”

~ May each of your playgrounds be filled with Depth and Happiness.

May all beings everywhere know the Joy of Deep Listening.

Om Shanti (Peace),

Yogini Tejaswini

Photos of Pink Blossom Delight and Teja’s barefeet in spring blossoms by Teja Shankara. Photo of Teja grounding at the tree by Teja’s son Zak.

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Several weeks ago my beloved soul sister, Prema Gaia, emailed me her story… When I read this story it touched such deep chords in me. It is so powerful to tell our stories and to have them witnessed. If you would also like to write your spiritual journey story to be featured on the Teja Blog, please send it to me at teja@yogini-bliss.com ~ Here is Prema’s story, with photos…

In 2001 I was working as a model, living in the Hollywood Hills and hanging out in VIP lounges. By 2006 I had received compelling inner guidance to give away all of my possessions and go on a long walking pilgrimage, living totally moneyless for seven months, dumpster diving and sleeping outside on the front doorsteps of churches. During the next four years I hitch-hiked 20,000 miles, visiting sacred sites, intentional communities, monasteries, ashrams, spiritual teachers and shamen. My Truth-Quest led me to explore the world's wisdom traditions, healing arts and spiritual practices and at times deeply question my sanity, identity and reality in ways hitherto unimagined.

I believe that we choose the families we are born into, and that the challenges I experienced growing up were exactly what my soul needed to bloom into fullness during this auspicious time in planetary evolution. I experienced my childhood as being love-starved, lonely and heart-breaking, but looking back now, and reflecting on how magical life has become, I can’t help but trust with my whole heart that this was all part of some kind of beautiful Divine Contract that my Higher Self consciously requested. My childhood experiences served to strengthen my intuitive and empathic gifts and enabled me to experience my feelings and interactions with others in a deeply soul-stirring and heart-penetrating way for which I am truly grateful.

I was born into an adventurous, world-traveling family, and had traveled to almost forty countries by the time I finished university. I always secretly wished that my family could be a little more “normal” and that I could find a way to blend in a bit better. By the time I finished high school, my parents both had rather conservative government careers, as did many of my friends' parents since we lived in Ottawa, the capital city of Canada.

I grew up in various cities across Canada and spent my adolescence and university years in the not-so-progressive city of Ottawa. Like many people, I never quite felt that I fit in, but I found a niche which provided a temporary distraction from my loneliness when I discovered alcohol, boys and dance clubs at age 15. By that time, I was totally onboard the mainstream bandwagon; my favorite TV show was Entertainment Tonight and my favorite magazines were People and US Weekly. My main hobbies in high school were: getting drunk, kissing as many boys as possible, gossiping, shopping, getting stoned, going to parties and watching TV.

The way that I see it now, I feel that young women have an infinite supply of Sacred Feminine Healing Love flowing through them that wants to be expressed in its most transformative, nurturing, uplifting form. For me, however, the only way I (and many of my friends) knew to express that Shakti, was to get drunk and make out with lots of guys at parties. It became a game for me and I kept a list of all the guys I had kissed. By the time I stopped keeping the list, the number was over 150.

Many years later, when reflecting on these events during a series of spiritual retreats, I was struck by the profound irony that I had been trying, for so many years, to transform this pure love to sync it up with the denser thought-forms that were subscribed to by the predominant culture I was born into. I felt gaping canyons of grief when I reflected on how devastatingly sad it had been for me to translate my Divine Feminine Shakti into a painfully lower frequency expression of it, through seeking to connect with men based on the cultural norms I had seen in the media, and knew of no higher consciousness alternative to.

By the time I finished university, I couldn’t wait to move to Los Angeles and try my luck working in modeling, music videos and anything in the entertainment industry – a dream that I had secretly been harboring for years. I signed with an agency in L.A. and landed a few TV commercials and music videos, and catalogue modeling jobs for a few different companies.  I got a job as the assistant to Jay Bernstein, a famous Hollywood talent manager, and got an inside look at the lifestyles and tribulations of people whom I had grown up watching on TV.

Within a few months I had familiarized myself with the scene of getting backstage passes, getting into A-List Hollywood clubs, and networking with celebrities. I was so fascinated by this lifestyle at the time. In retrospect, I realize that I was always on a quest to find inner peace, true happiness, and liberation, but since I had been fed prime-time TV from a very young age, the only paradigm I was familiar with for what ‘liberation from suffering’ might look like, was attaining the Hollywood dream. Like many young people today, I confused celebrities for the spiritual mentors that my deepest heart was truly seeking. Although I never made much money as a model, within a couple of years I did have the opportunity to work at agencies in Barcelona, Hamburg, Athens, Toronto and L.A, and had started dating a 30-year old American billionaire.

There was just one glitch in the system, though. The problem was, I really didn’t like the selfish, social-climbing, hidden-agenda person I had somehow become, and  my behavior patterns seemed to indicate that I was trying to destroy myself. This unexamined shadow side, which had been growing since childhood, was showing up in increasingly imbalanced coping mechanisms. I had developed an obsessive bingeing and fasting relationship with food that, at times, seemed to occupy about 90% of my psychic space. I also exercised compulsively and had liposuction in a misguided effort to combat my body image issues. In retrospect, perhaps it was because I am so empathic, that I was intuitively picking up on the predominant thought forms that were in my immediate field each day, and taking them on as my own thoughts.

I could feel this repressed self-hate, despair and rage looming over my life like a psychic ticking time-bomb that was increasingly impossible to sweep under the rug. By this time I had also experimented with every drug that was offered to me, and had a rather intense cocaine binge in Athens at a modeling party. But for some reason drugs never comforted me in the way that food did, and it was much easier to give them up than my food bingeing.

There have been two major spiritual awakening blasts in my life and the first one hit me like a ton of bricks in the summer of 2001. After a vacation in Mallorca, my billionaire friend dropped me off in London in his brother’s private plane. I decided to take the opportunity to go visit a former boyfriend who lived a few hours away.  I arrived at his parents’ conservative countryside home in the South of England, with my oversized pink Gucci sunglasses and low-cut halter dress, totally unaware that what was about to transpire would catalyze a complete paradigm shift in my life.

My gorgeous ex-boyfriend had, as best as I could figure it out, decided to live like a monk, giving away a lot of his possessions, going to some sort of ghastly sounding long meditation retreats and –gasp!– telling me straight-faced that he didn’t particularly care if he never had sex again! What had happened to my fun-loving, skinny-dipping, drug-taking vacation playmate that I had known and loved only two short years before? And who was this handsome yet clearly quixotic monk masquerading as him? When I asked him if I could take the meditation book he had shown me, he furrowed his brow and looked at me skeptically. "If you'll read it." he replied dubiously.

Back in London, I got totally hammered on beer with an old friend from high school I was visiting, and hung out at the London Bridge, drunkenly hashing over my romantic dilemmas and bemoaning my inability to find a path that was leading to any kind of fulfillment or happiness. In retrospect, I was also feeling the building internal pressure of a spiritual breakthrough about to happen, and the energy felt foreign and scary at the time, so I tried to numb the intensity by bingeing on alcohol.

The next day I was so hung over that I could barely function. I arrived at the airport too late to make my flight and was informed that the next flight to Toronto wasn't until the following day, twenty-four hours later. I was left stuck in the airport with absolutely nothing to do, nothing to pass the time, nothing to read except.... hey…what about that meditation book that my friend had given me?

I probably would have procrastinated on reading that book for God-knows-how-long, but with the Divine Timing of the Universe, I sat down in the airport that day, and read the entire book from cover to cover. I had the first experience of something that would be a very commonplace occurrence for me in later years. It felt that the book had been written specifically for me and what I was going through at that precise moment in time. It spoke to the deepest core of my being and touched parts of my soul that I didn’t even know existed.

After that turning point my consciousness evolution seemed to take on an unstoppable momentum of its own.  I started doing 10-day meditation retreats, became a raw vegan, did a 3 ½ week water fast, started practicing yoga and ecstatic dance avidly, and founded a not-for-profit organization.  In 2005, I did something that seems like a common step that spiritual seekers often take before they take the plunge to go deep within: I decided to first try to change the world outside of me, and channeled all my creative energy into a ‘save the world’ project. I produced a big festival called ‘The Better World Handbook Festival’ with speakers and artists from across North America.

Producing, promoting and hosting the event was pretty overwhelming and I felt that I hadn’t been able to pull it all off in the way I would have liked and I lamented that my ego had definitely gotten in the way. I was realizing more and more that what really needed to happen in order for me to be able to serve my role in the Divine Plan was for me to take a big step back and search for my own inner wisdom, intuition and integrity.

Some disconcerting and uncomfortable phenomena of expansion and contraction in my heart chakra and lungs started becoming really noticeable around this time. I wondered if there was something wrong with me that I could find a convenient label, and maybe even some medication for. I looked into these things and decided that “social anxiety” might be a label that could fit my symptoms. I went to a psychologist for a while and even went to some anxiety support groups, but I just didn’t feel resonant with these modalities.

I started taking more and more silent Vipassana meditation retreats but I had fallen into a common pitfall of nouveau spiritual seekers – I believed that the meditation tradition that I was practicing in was the one true path and that I had to follow everything that was being taught to me, to the letter, or else I would be ‘off the path’. I started readying myself to do the second level Vipassana meditation course, joyfully anticipating the internal fireworks and zing that must inevitably come, as the keys to enlightenment are revealed, hopefully in some kind of ecstatic, kundalini-activating dharma transmission.

Just before the retreat, something happened that foreshadowed the second and most profound spiritual turning point in my life. I came upon a book in a meditation lending library about a woman named Peace Pilgrim who had walked 25,000 miles across North America to spread the message of Peace. When I discovered an Internet video about Peace Pilgrim, I saw a look in her eyes that I had never quite seen before. The wake-up transmission I received from looking in her eyes was about to drastically change the course of my life. It dawned on me for the first time, in an experiential way, that it was actually possible for someone from my culture and my era to attain deep inner peace and spiritual awakening, something which was so painfully far away from my own melancholy and bleakness.

By day four of my long-awaited advanced meditation retreat, I was so incredibly disappointed by the anti-climactic discourses and the total absence of zing that I decided to blow it off and leave early. “But, you can’t leave this serious, old-student meditation retreat half-way through, nobody ever leaves, it’s just not the done thing!” declared the teachers, alarmed at my apparent total oblivion to dharma protocol.

“Again, my regrets, but I must go and serve the planet.” I reiterated, firmly convinced that once I fully turned my life over to the Universe and surrendered myself to being a World-Server, everything would be smooth sailing and I would have no more of those pesky worldly-life problems to deal with.  

Now liberated from the container of spiritual elitism and the demarcated box that my consciousness evolution had been limited to, my inner guidance started coming through and speaking to me in an immutable voice. If you want to break out of your misery, despair and longing for your life to be over, you have to clear the entire slate of this illusory life you have created and give away everything that is anchoring you to this maya, the voice kept repeating, over and over in my head. "God, that’s so extreme!" my rational voice kept arguing, and the inner conflict between my mind and spirit kept escalating and escalating until there was just a heck of a lot of noise in my head.  Finally I was so overwhelmed by the intensity of the inner conflict and my increasing feelings of desolation and gloom that I said “OK, you assertive new voice in my head that wants me to be a spiritual pilgrim! You win!”

My next step was to go about the long and arduous process of finding homes for 30 years’ worth of accumulated possessions. Every single thing had to go, until I was left with only the clothes on my back and a small brown paper bag that carried my ID, my phone numbers, a toothbrush, a spoon and a comb. My entire modeling portfolio found its happy destiny in the recycle bin, along with my high school yearbooks, my old love letters and so many other sentimental and ego-attached mementoes.

My guidance was telling me to re-connect with Earth Mother and to learn how to live in a primitivistic way and gain knowledge about wild edible plants and the cycles of nature. I also felt a strong pull towards Mexico. And I planned to walk.

For the next 7 ½ months, I lived totally moneyless. This lifestyle necessitated learning really quickly how to become an efficient dumpster diver, urban camper (one who is skilled in finding safe places to sleep in cities and small towns), freegan (one who knows how to find everything they need in dumpsters, free boxes or other resource recovery methods) and skillful hitchhiker. I was in Texas at the time when I decided to do a 500-kilometer walking pilgrimage across to Mexico, living moneyless and sleeping outside along the way.

The walking pilgrimage was sometimes ecstatically liberating, sometimes exhaustingly intense but always magic-filled. On the third day, I had the unprecedentedly cosmic event of meeting my soul twin: we seemed to have known each other from a past life and had some kind of soul contract to meet up at this particular point in our Earth Walks and transmit wisdom and inspiration to each other. It was amazing: everything we shared with each other was like the missing puzzle pieces to all the spiritual questions we had both been internally pondering in the preceding days.

She introduced me to some people she knew, one of whom said to me: “It’s so good to see you again! I’ve missed you!” I had never met him before, but the joy in his eyes, as they welled up with tears, was something I will never forget.

Every cell in my body was vibrating with the energy high of my first ever soul-family reunion and as I walked along towards the next town and reflected upon the turn of events, my feelings of deep fulfillment and joy grew. My consciousness was so flooded with bliss chemicals that spontaneous neural networking started taking place in my brain, answering questions I had long been pondering in my life. I was totally saturated by the awakening experience, laughing, crying and feeling such a sense of unequivocal confirmation from the Universe…

That night, I experienced the most radiant mystical dream I had ever had. I witnessed a luminescent nativity scene where my friend was being born and I was there alongside jubilant, enraptured onlookers, all speechless with gratitude and delight that this Divine child (which represented us all) was being born to share its gifts with our world. Being immersed in this energy of such profound thankfulness and honoring of life was some of the deepest heart-medicine I had ever felt, and I was awoken the next morning by the audible sound of an angel’s voice, with tears of joy still wet on my cheeks.

That spiritual high easily carried me through the rest of the walking pilgrimage. I slept outside in lots of creative places ranging from the front doorsteps of a church, picnic tables, inside a children’s play-house in the backyard of a church, and even inside a porta-potty on one really cold night! Often though, wonderful people would invite me into their homes and we would share stories about our spiritual paths. In one town, I connected so much with the conscious community, that three families took turns hosting me in their homes and we all shared a really sweet feeling of organic soul camaraderie.

I walked across the border to Mexico on New Year’s Eve, 2006 and finished my 500-kilometer pilgrimage. Shortly thereafter, I had a very serendipitous connection with a shaman near San Miguel de Allende and experienced a lot of healing with her. Next I went to visit the sacred Mayan ruins in Palenque, connecting with some of the amazing people that are continually drawn into the vortex of that sacred land. I was still totally moneyless, eating fruit off trees and finding bruised and half rotten veggies that were being thrown out in the marketplace, chopping off the bad parts and using the rest. It was much harder to be a freegan in Mexico and I decided to head back to the US, to New Mexico to visit a cave hermitage retreat center that the shaman had told me about.

I had an instant connection with the monk who was running the cave hermitage and I ended up doing a retreat in the cave, which had been built up and was quite cozy. This monk had an amazing spiritual library at his house, with books and videos about all the wisdom traditions and all the great spiritual beings.  I would sit there watching videos about sages like Ramana Maharshi, St. Francis and Amma, and spontaneous waterfalls of tears would release from my eyes without my even thinking about it – it was like the tears were flowing straight from my soul.

That summer, I followed Amma all around on her entire North American tour and I was still moneyless, so I slept outside on hotel pool deck chairs and squatted on rooftops of apartment buildings. My favorite story was the time I was looking for a place to squat in a New York City hotel and I went up to the second floor and found a place that looked quiet and safe to sleep, under a big buffet table with a long tablecloth that went down to the ground. I awoke the next morning to the sound of glasses clinking above my head. Oh, no, they’re setting the breakfast table with me still under it! I used my stealth detective skills to scope out an opportune moment when no one was looking to dash out from under the table, regain my composure, and try to look normal as I strolled out into the fresh morning air. Try to look normal, try to look normal –how many times had I thought that one to myself!

I was volunteering to clean up the dining hall at Amma’s programs, and often people would take a few bites of the Indian food and decide they didn’t like it, so that was how I got fed that summer. I was still often using food as a coping mechanism to try to stay grounded through the spiritual roller coaster I was on, and it also seemed to help transmute intense energies that were stuck in my field. I was still reticent to talk with many people about this.

I got a chance to ask Amma’s guidance about something, so I asked her if I should continue to live moneyless. She said it was time to start using money again and later that day, one of her devotees found a $20 bill on the floor and handed it to me, saying, “Here, this is for you from Amma.”

Mid-way through the Amma tour, I was told by the registrar of the kundalini yoga Summer Solstice Sadhana Celebration that I was the only person out of 1800 yogis that he was going to grant a full scholarship to, because he resonated with my motivation for living moneyless. I went to the first few days of the kundalini yoga retreat in Espanola, New Mexico and it was great, but my heart was yearning to be back on tour with Amma, so I left early to rejoin the tour. After the Amma tour, my parents agreed to sponsor me to go on a spiritual pilgrimage to India, and I visited Amma’s ashram, Gandhi’s ashram, the Ramakrishna ashram in Delhi, Ramana Maharshi’s cave, the Dalai Lama’s temple and many other places. I also met with Tenzin Palmo, a British woman who had done 12 years of cave retreat high up in the Himalayas. I talked with her about my increasing desire to do long solo retreat out in nature. She suggested that I find a place back in the US or Canada, as solitude is very hard to come by in India these days, even in the Himalayas. 

After returning from India, I went directly to a 10 day Vipassana retreat in central California to get grounded and tune into my next step. On the day the retreat ended, I discovered that one of the kitchen volunteers was driving to Taos, New Mexico. "I'm going to move to Taos." I told him. "Could I get a ride with you?" "Do you know anyone in Taos?" he inquired. "No, but my friends are waiting for me there."  I replied, speaking my intuition aloud. After arriving in Taos I lay on the earth in full prostration in front of Taos Mountain. I prayed "Sacred and glorious mountain, if I am meant to stay in this beautiful Land and do any kind of service for the people and the planet from this location, please let things flow clearly for me here. I surrender completely to Divine Grace."

Taos has been my home ever since.

I became a regular at the local ecstatic dance and as my levels of comfort and safety in that sacred container grew, I went incredibly deep in my exploration of liberated, tribal, uninhibited, inner-child-healing movement, toning and dance. Sometimes I danced alone, or often with other liberated playmates, going into realms of ethereal child-like playfulness, joy and magic.

I was offered an amazing long-term house-sit within a week of arriving in Taos. While walking in the hills behind the house, reflecting on stories I had been told about traditional Aboriginal yearlong walkabout initiation, suddenly it dawned on me: I had left Canada, life as I knew it, and all my possessions behind on October 17th, 2006. The date I had landed in my beloved Taos? October 17th, 2007, one year to the day after I unknowingly began a yearlong walkabout.

The next year, I started doing several short solo forest retreats, to prepare myself for longer ones in the future. I also met an amazing neo-primitivist mystic, who was living in a mud hut, weaving plant fiber bags, firing pottery over an open campfire, weaving baskets, making gourd water vessels, wildcrafting local edible foods and plant medicine and carving art from stone and rock. He became my treasured mentor and when he left for the winter, I did a 20 day solo retreat in the mud hut, praying, doing ceremony, studying spiritual texts and deeply connecting with the earth.

During these years I also went on a number of spiritual pilgrimages to meet sages and spiritual teachers such as Baba Hari Dass, Shree Maa, A.H. Almaas, Tsoknyi Rinpoche, Amma, Swami Paramatmananda, Jack Kornfield, Tenzin Palmo, Roshi Reb Anderson, Mother Meera, Timothy Conway, Ajahn Amaro and others.

I was feeling drained and dismal from hitch-hiking around and sleeping outside in order to visit spiritual teachers on a zero-dollar budget. Sometimes I felt such deep loneliness and isolation that it was almost too much to bear. I felt direly in need of some grounding and a sense of belonging. But where on earth could I possibly fit in? The one place that I felt safe, welcomed and resonant was a freegan, eco-activist, bike-loving Zen meditation community in Portland, Oregon, which I joined for seven months in 2009. The community woke up at 4:45 am and meditated five times a day, did tai chi, yoga, chanting, studied raga music, ate a strict sattvic vegan diet and lived a monastic lifestyle. Our accommodations ranged from squatting in a dilapidated house, to sleeping in our friends’ backyards, to doing retreats in the forest. We cooked over a tin can stove, dumpster-dived much of our food, and were active members of ‘Food Not Bombs’.  Like many women in the community, I chose to shave my head as a symbol of renunciation and letting go of my ego.  I was in the middle of a three-year period of celibacy, totally focused on spiritual practices, and felt very identified as a nun at the time.

During the time I spent in the community, I had totally isolated myself from my family and friends, because I had an idea in my head that this would help me focus more on the spiritual path. I was desperate to find an end to the inner misery which had started rearing its head again, and I wanted to give all my energy to my quest for spiritual liberation. I had also given away a lot of my power to our meditation guide, and had totally lost touch with my intuition and stopped tuning into synchronicity and Divine flow as a way of guiding my decisions.

After I left the disciplined and structured container of the meditation community, I had a spiritual free-fall experience and, for a time, I had no grounded notion of who I was, or whether “I” even existed as a separate entity from the whole. I was so uncentered that one of the only things I could think of to ‘come back into my body’ was to fervently binge on food. During this time, I questioned my sanity and fell into the deepest dark night of the soul I had experienced, with thoughts of dying never far from my mind. I felt driven to seek answers by doing another 20 day solo retreat, this time out in the Gila National Forest, with javelinas, coatimundi and bighorn sheep as my adorable neighbors.

There were many storms on that retreat, both inside and outside. It was a profound and humbling experience and, like my long retreat the year before, I didn’t see another person the entire time. I stayed in the National Forest and later in a tent just outside the forest for five weeks and got very comfortable with the wild animals, cooking over an open fire, and got acquainted with the stars and bird songs. I had finally experienced the lifestyle that my spirit had been insistently guiding me to for so long.

I had left a few of my belongings in my friend’s hogan near Taos, and I returned there, thinking that I was just going to be picking my stuff up. But, much to my awe and delight, Taos Mountain welcomed me home with open arms and synchronicity and magic started happening for me as soon as I arrived. I was offered a great place to stay at the Neem Karoli Baba Ashram, I connected with some amazing spiritual mentors as well as many old friends and I felt joyful and happy for the first time in recent memory. After one particularly soul-nourishing heart-to-heart with one of my meditation teachers, I remember skipping all the way home with a big grin on my face, thinking to myself “I’ve been seen! I’ve been seen!”

My ‘inner critic’ had gotten in the habit of criticizing me for being an oddball, having a very unusual lifestyle and using emotional-eating as a grounding and coping mechanism. Consequently, I had developed a long-standing fear of living in community and I wanted to face this, by doing that which I feared. My four months at the Ashram were wonder-filled, vulnerable, sometimes heart-breakingly blissful, sometimes terrifying, but always heart-expansive.

That Spring during a solo retreat back at the cave hermitage, I received some remarkable inner guidance that led me to attend a 2 ½ month long Intentional Community Apprenticeship program at Hummingbird Community. The synchronicities and signs that led me to the community were so prolific and varied that it amazed me.

The summer program consisted of Non-Violent Communication training, Lakota Vision Quest, family constellation work, a blind-folded trance dance retreat, permaculture training, and a lot more. The energy field at the community was like nothing I had ever experienced before, even in India, and it was the most transformative and healing summer of my life, heretofore.  There were twelve Vision Questers and we all went into the forest and found a spot alone, where we would remain for three days, praying continuously, and not eating or drinking anything during that time. It was an incredibly powerful experience and I felt that we received a group transmission of Divine Grace as a blessing from Earth Mother for coming together with such a sacred intention.

After three years of celibacy, I started exploring my sexuality again.  Through an ethereally beautiful tantric exploration with a dear friend, I was amazed to discover that so many of the spiritual practices I had been learning, such as chi circulation, conscious breathing, eye gazing and presence practice are all part of tantra.

I still had a lot of fear and hesitation around allowing myself to be totally transparent and vulnerable with a partner, especially because I felt that most men wouldn’t understand my unusual life. I also still had a lot of residual body-image issues, despite all the years of spiritual practice! I had an attraction with the partner of one of my closest friends, and through a lot of heart-centered communication, openness and trial and error, we decided to allow these inclinations to be explored. We treated the exploration with a great deal of intentionality and we put a lot of time and energy into our communication. It was a beautiful experience although not without some heart-ache, and I feel that our friendship is now deeper and more expansive as a result.

I felt the need for some solitude and time to integrate all the transformation that had been occurring in my life, so I went to Crestone, Colorado and did a retreat in a small geodesic dome hermitage there. One day, I was hitch-hiking to an appointment with a healer, and the famous Tibetan teacher Tsoknyi Rinpoche III picked me up on the road, and cracked me up with his crazy driving and jokes! 

I then spent some time in the powerful vortex of Ashland, Oregon and I participated in two ayahuasca ceremonies with the Santo Daime Church, which was quite an intense and eye-opening experience. I was also invited to be one of 19 Goddesses to help co-create a Goddess Temple Healing Arts Center in Ashland, with some of the most empowered, radiant and wise women I have ever met. One of my greatest passions is being involved with projects that focus on the re-activation of the balance between the Sacred Feminine and Sacred Masculine on the planet, and I am continuing to work with the Temple as a ‘Melissa’ (sacred space holder).

So what is the harvest from this weird and wonderful spiritual adventure? The precious cord that now connects me to Spirit, and my relationship with prayer and ceremony in my daily life seems to be, in itself, the biggest gift that has come out of all of this. Friends who have heard my story have commented about some of the “humiliating” experiences I’ve been through. Humiliating – maybe. Humbling – very. And the longer I’m on this path, the more and more impossible it becomes for me to even consider judging another person. It makes me laugh to think that I could even presume to judge anyone after all I’ve seen and been through.

One of the biggest challenges and gifts that has been developing recently is an overwhelming ability to feel other people's feelings, vibrations, thoughts and moods, as if they were taking place in my own energy body. This can sometimes be quite intense, and require me to spend a lot of time in solitude, and do energy moving practices such as chi gong, movement, vocalizing and toning. At times I have felt so profoundly drained that I have had to go into the forest alone for hours, doing purification ceremonies with the elements, until my chi levels are restored. I trust that this is also a perfect piece of my consciousness evolution, but I am definitely on the learning curve of these new phenomena.

One thing that I’ve gleaned from all of this is that it is now time to embrace the totality of who I am, “shadow” and all. Also, my intuition now makes it clear to me much more quickly, if my Heart is not saying “yes” to something. Conversely, I notice that I feel incredibly activated when I am working on projects that are in attunement with my Higher Purpose, which is to serve during the planetary shift that is underway. I now realize that Spirit orchestrated everything perfectly by giving me a business degree and a background in publicity, because there are so many inspiring and enheartening service projects to help promote during this time of Global Shift. My prayer is that I may always trust the Divine Pattern, although my mind may never be able to cognize it, and that I may follow my truest heart-guidance, for the benefit of all beings.

Thank you for reading! Namaste and Blessed be!

After working as an event producer, a videojournalist, a model, and a publicist, Prema Gaia received compelling inner guidance to give away all of her possessions, stop using money and embark on a Truth-Quest of indeterminate length. Several years of studying the world’s wisdom traditions, spiritual practices and healing arts followed. Prema traveled extensively and met or studied with a diverse range of spiritual teachers including: Baba Hari Dass, Shree Maa, A.H. Almaas, Tsoknyi Rinpoche, Ammachi, Jack Kornfield, Tenzin Palmo, Mother Meera, Ajahn Amaro and others.  Prema now works as a freelance writer and lives at Hummingbird Community, a community dedicated to the evolution of consciousness.  http://www.hummingbirdcommunity.org     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O2s3E0_IRX0

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After posting my last blog article, “Barefoot Yogini Bliss”, my dear friend Jai Krishan (who is a vedic astrologer in India) posted several reasons for walking barefoot, and I liked them so much that I’m highlighting them here in today’s blog. Many thanks to Jai, who brings so much happiness, spark, and cheer to my life…

According to Jai, “There are so many reasons for walking barefoot, for an instance, grounding the body directly to the Earth and receiving energy from it.” As a Reiki energy healer, I agree with that reason wholeheartedly. When our feet directly touch the earth, we can tune in and actually feel the Earth energies traveling up into our bodies. One of my favorite ways to ground myself is by going out barefoot into my front yard and touching the pine tree. I can feel the root energies from the ground and from the tree going into my body.

Jai continued, “Another reason (for walking barefoot) is giving pain to the body or surrendering before HIM… Many Yogis and Saints walk barefoot for hundreds of miles journeys for reaching pilgrimage sites.” This reason touched a deep chord in me, and now when I am experiencing a little pain while walking barefoot to work, I immediately offer that pain to Lord Shiva, and start chanting “Om Namah Shivaya” over and over in my head.

Lastly, Jai pointed out, “According to Ayurveda (ancient medicinal healing system that began thousands of years ago in India), it is so beneficial if we walk barefoot on the grass at the time of the Sun rising.” After reading that one, I am very much looking forward to walking barefoot on the grass in the morning sun at Amma’s ashram in Castro Valley, California, in just a few weeks! Sharanam Amma, I take refuge in my Guru, Ammachi.

This morning (which is evening for him), I asked Jai if he had anything else to add, and he said, “Very simple… we were not born with shoes.”

With so much gratitude for my bare feet, and for my dear friend Jai, I’m sending out waves of happiness to you all this sunny day!

May all beings know Peace and Happiness. 

Om Shanti (Peace),

Yogini Tejaswini

Photo of Teja’s bare feet this morning by Teja Shankara.

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Last week some bunion pain began in my left foot, on account of having worn boots with wool socks on just way too many rainy days… After trying several different sock, shoe, and sandal variations, with no luck, I despaired as the pain was growing worse each day. Then, on Friday night, while my son was watching a movie and I was folding laundry, it occurred to me that I could try going barefoot and see if that helped… So Saturday I walked to work barefoot, and I worked barefoot all day (at my brother’s outdoor gear shoppe), and I didn’t have any pain!

Elated about my new discovery, on Sunday I went for a walk barefoot. It felt really great… However, upon returning home, I discovered a new problem: now a painful blister had formed on the other foot! I decided to embrace the slogan “no pain, no gain” with the understanding that a few blisters will turn into the calluses I will need if I’m going to continue indulging in barefoot yogini bliss.

There is definitely a certain bliss, like a quirky feeling of freedom, involved in going barefoot. It also feels strange, like I’m forgetting something… and I’m not ready to try going barefoot in certain places  yet, so for now I’m wearing a pair of socks (that look like slippers) when I go out to stores… and I’m noticing that what began as a way to avoid pain is now turning into something else entirely, with a life of its own! Some part of me doesn’t want to go back to wearing shoes. I’m feeling some kind of sweet connection with people around the world who go barefoot, such as the sadhus in India.

My dear friend Pete, who also goes by Yogi Sinzapatos (“Sinzapatos” is Spanish for “without shoes”), often goes barefoot, and I used to think that going barefoot everywhere was just something amusing that my eccentric friend did, but now a whole new world is opening up for Yogini Sinzapatos!!! And the funny thing is, right before I began this blog article, I went on Facebook, and Yogi Pete had just posted this quote:

“Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.”

~ Kahlil Gibran

Synchronicities sprouting synchronicities all over this magical planet! It’s been a good, good day for this barefoot yogini. I hope you’ve all enjoyed yourselves as well.

May all beings be free to kick off their shoes when they feel like it.

Om Shanti (Peace),

Yogini Tejaswini

Photo of Teja’s bare feet walking to work this morning by Teja Shankara.

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Lalla, 14 Century Lioness Mystic of Kashmir, said:

When you eat too much,
you forget your truth, 

and fasting makes you conceited,
so eat with some discipline,
and consciously. Be
an ordinary human being.

Then the door will open,
and you’ll recognize the way.
Lalla, be moderate!

(From Lalla: Naked Song, translations by Coleman Barks, Maypop.)

Eating a vegan, organic diet is a highly conscious way of living. Vegan, organic foods are best for the health of our bodies; best for the creatures; and best for our sacred mother earth. For more information on why I eat vegan, please read my previous blog article “Why Eat Vegan?” (Teja Blog, 9-9-10.)

Today I’m offering some tips that help me eat healthy during a busy workweek. Now that I am working as manager of my brother’s outdoor gear shoppe, plus blogging regularly, and being the mama of two boys, I find that cooking a big meal once or twice each week works fabulously as it creates many leftovers for the rest of the week.

As I’m doing my best to juggle it all, I’m really appreciating leftovers, more than ever! For example, one night last week, I cooked a big pot of bean soup, roasted some yams, and boiled some polenta. (For simple instructions on cooking polenta, see my blog article “Vegan Yogini Prepares A Thumb’s Up Dinner for Her Sons”, 2-11-11) As I put the leftovers away in containers, I put some of each dish into a bowl to take to work the next day. As I sprinkled fresh parsley, seaweed, and red bell peppers on top, I thought, ‘this is the most beautiful, colorful bowl of food ever’ so I took a photo of it… and the idea for this blog article was born…

Even when we are busy and stressed, we can still make healthy, vibrant, fresh, organic, vegan food a priority. The yams in that meal were super easy to prepare: I simply scrubbed them, cut them into wedges (with skins on), and tossed them with extra virgin olive oil, cinnamon, and paprika… then roasted them uncovered at 395 degrees for about 40 minutes. Yams are especially wonderful in a work lunch, because they are very grounding. For more information on grounding, see my previous blog articles: “Grounded at the Root” (9-24-10) and “Vegan Yogini is Grounded and Healthy!” (3-9-11)

If you have other food tips for busy jugglers, please post them in the comments section below this article.

May all beings have food to eat each day. May all beings know Peace and Happiness.

Om Shanti (Peace),

Yogini Tejaswini

See me live talking about my vegetarian soup cookbook here: Yogini-Bliss on YouTube

Photo of Teja’s leftovers lunch taken by Teja Shankara.

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This weekend my 11-year-old son played in three soccer games. Fortunately the sun was shining and we enjoyed a touch of warmth. While watching the games, I also cultivated the witness… And as I watched myself, I again saw the truth of that expression “Where-ever you go, there you are.”

As Teja the yogini soccer mom, I witnessed myself doing spiritual practices through it all: in the car on the way to the game I chanted to Lord Shiva; during the game I chanted mantra japa (mantra repetition) with my sandalwood mala (necklace with 108 beads); and after finishing the mantras, I experienced a peaceful meditation state. Any time we are fully focused in the present moment, we can enter a meditative state, so I discovered that I can find inner peace whilst watching a soccer game!

Two other things I noticed: 1. I really enjoy watching people who are skillful at what they do, and my son’s team is very adept at passing the ball. They have such an amazingly high level of teamwork for their age. And 2. I acknowledged the way competitive sports can separate people, so I intentionally focused on watching the parents of the other team and seeing their joy when their players did well. In that practice, I noted Compassion and Happiness rising within me and rippling out to everyone on the field.

Today as I’m reflecting on the weekend, I’m feeling happy and grateful. I’m filled with Gratitude that I get to be who I am, where-ever I go…

May all beings know the truth of their paths. May all beings be free to be themselves. May all beings know Inner Peace.

Om Shanti (Peace),

Yogini Tejaswini

Photo of Teja Yogini Soccer Mom before the game by Teja’s son Gabe.

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