this morning i awoke and like any go(o)d WF Yogi (aka; Navanyogi – one who seeks Union through the 9-limbed Path of WF) i padded softly (so as not to awaken my Clan) to the bathroom.
upon entering the cold (it was 26 degrees here last night) bathroom, i heard a Fly Being begin to buzz around me.
“odd,” thought i, “that is one tough Fly for surviving this cold night, even in here.” still drowsy from my slumber, i named Mr. Fly, “Druasada,” which is Sanscrit for “One who is hard to attain,” and is one of Lord Shiva’s many, many names.
“Om Mani Padme Hung!” i chanted 3x to Druasada. it is, as i’ve Taught you previously, vital for Yogis to audibly chant the Sacred Mantra to any and all Sentient Beings whenever possible…especially if they are in a state of suffering or are close to their Bardo Entry as was surely Druasada.
i figured that was enough good karma for my sleepy mind to produce and turned my attention to my muscles singed with lactic acid from last nights’ totally awesome PROP WORKOUT with my Flag Sangha…ooooh, did we hammer it! as you know, the Slim Caps and Fibertone from the SUNRIDER Herbs which we Navanyogis use, make getting to a toilet our first and foremost ritual of each jeweled day along this precious Path!
so thus i squatted in the chilled dark of predawn, concentrating on enjoying my pooping when suddenly…
Druasada dropped like a…a…well,
like a dead fly at my feet.
enter Zen Moment here.
my mind froze
my heartspace smiled at the Synchronicity; “do the math on that one!”
i spent the rest of my poop chanting to Druasada…thanking Him for this opportunity to press my Practice so early in my day…
“Do not worry little Fly,
ilg is here!”
soon as i could,
i performed the next Morning Ritual which all of us Navanyogis are trained to do:
brush our teeth
while in yogi squat
using our NonDominant hand
while mentally repeating, “i am yogi, one who seeks Wholeness..i am yogi, one who seeks Wholeness…”
this exercise gears us to remember our Inner World while beginning our stretch into our Outer World.
performing this Ritual with the dead Druasada at my yogi squattin’ feet,
praying to my Lineage Teachers and Deities to speed Druasada through the Bardo
so he may re-incarnate in a High, Powerful and Helpful Being with the might of Vajrapani
and the compassion of Chenreezig…
i felt strangely happy at the implausibility of this precious Being
seemingly waiting, holding on through the long, cold night
until a yogi came passing by to Bless his magnificent life
and his passing into the Next…
“Devotion to God
arises for men whose sins are destroyed through austerities (multi-disciplined training),
knowledge, and Samadhi accomplished in a thousand previous births.”
– Vyasa, in his commentary Sri Sankara
According to Native American spirituality,
Fly Medicine imparts Adaptation…a vital ingredient in a yogin’s daily life.
Fly teaches us to move quickly (they only live for several days and hatched eggs require only two weeks)
and not burden our response to changing moments by a baggage of emotional and intellectual clinging.
Flies teach us to make quick changes for rapid spiritual growth.
WF Technique For Saving Flies
Got a Fly Being buzzing around terrified and confused on your window trying desperately to get back outside?
Well, lay down thy Fly-Swatter Sword, Oh Noble Navanyogi, and purify some of your black karma by saving
this beautiful Fly Being…doing so will make you feel go(o)d…feeble ilg promises.
Here is the common sense technique i use:
• take a glass cup (so you can see what you are doing so you don’t crush Druasada’s wings or legs)
• and a piece of stiff paper (postcards work great)
• sandwich Fly between the glass cup and window
• skillfully while chanting the Sacred Mantra, slide the piece of paper under the glass and under the frightened Fly Being
• using your other hand, pressure the paper against the glass to capture Druasada, telling him, “Everything gonna be okay”
• quickly transport your soon to be saved Fly Being to an open window or door and release her into her Natural Realm with a smile on your face and the Mantra on your lips! Well done, Noble Navanyogi!