Wholistic Fitness

3 AUSPICIOUS WF TRIBAL
INSIGHTS DURING NAVARATRI…

Through Oct. 13th DL will be offering edited insights from our Tribe that may suggest proof of the “thinning of the Veil”between this reality and a Higher One due to an etheric change in the composition of the Pran…this Veil Thinning, which occurs each year at this period is honored by the Hindu festival of Navaratri (nine nights). Here are three Navaratri insights from our WF Tribe…keep ’em coming!

#1: “Seeing Things More Clearly”

Coach Ilg,
Thank you for the DL. All weekend I have been inexplicably thinking
about the meaning of Kali Yuga. I felt some need to better define my
role in relation to my fellow man. I assumed that these thoughts were
just an affect of the WF training, but perhaps they were also influenced
by Navaratri.

I think I had one concrete resolution out of the the weekend. I am
going to do an Ironman next September…it seems like extreme
endurance events can push us to a higher level, and I must use WF to
prepare myself to meet this level both phsycially and spiritually.

My wife and I also possess a number of things such as cars, houses,
etc.. None of these things make me as happy as a bike ride in the warm
rain. In fact, I think they confuse me and my desires. Yet, letting go
would be so very hard and frightening. Why?

I am writing to you because I felt an intensity to concentrate on these
issues this past weekend, and now perhaps I know why.

WF Online Student JJ of Haku Clan

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#2; Saw You In A Dream

Noble Ilg (with Noble Haku listening in),

Apparently, if you go for a long enough period without communicating with your WF teachers, they come and find you…in your dreams. Early Monday morning I had a dream that I was at a retreat and we were chatting, and I was about to ask you a question re Sunrider when someone’s cell phone started ringing. Turns out it was MY phone…the one in my real bedroom. I woke up, answered it, and never finished the dream, never got the answer to my question…

…Time is so relative though. The days have passed quickly, and yet some hours have seemed like lifetimes. All depends how mindful I am.

…my every cell is now thirsting for prana and movement. And…I finally bought that Bianchi Axis cross-bike.

…I loved the WF Red Mountain Retreat by the way. An amazing place, amazing people, amazing learning. Really really happy to have met you and Ananda. And Haku. And Q. Nice to see that you all walk your talk. And what an exquisite walk it is….

With respect,
Humble Online Student Singer of Clan Haku

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#3; Insights Seem Deeper, More Attuned To Me…

Coach-

Namaste, and thank you for the “peaking” program – I launched into it with gusto yesterday.

Last evening I attended a reading of a work in progress by the monologist / actor Roger Guenveur Smith (for a major acting chi hit, rent the DVD of his 1 man show A Huey P Newton Story sometime – it is amazing). �Two things he wrote / said last night made my WF-trained ears perk up and smile. �First, in the notes for the piece, he wrote (italics his, bold type mine):

In 1929 the blues poet Menphis Minnie wrote and recorded “When the Levee Breaks”, covered famously, and profitably, by Led Zeppelin in 1971, as she languished in a wheelchair, months from death.

Note that her song’s title is not “If the Levee Breaks.”

That disaster should befall us is a given:

How we navigate life’s black bottom the eternal question.

-Roger Guenveur Smith (talking about the Bardo, perhaps!?)

After the performance (which was amazing, a 1 hour meditation on the power of Water, covering everything from the tsunami to Katrina to Bob Marley), there was a moderated Q&A. �An aspiring performer asked for his advice. �Roger’s reply:

“The best advice I can give you as an actor is don’t forget to breathe! �Too many people get their breath caught here (touches chest), or here (touches head), which is even worse.” �Lifestyle Principle #1 rears her beautiful head once again, eh!?

Finally, also in the notes was a poem by Mr. Smith – feel the spirit:
Los Angeles is burning
and
August Wilson is dying:
his last breath
now
the screech of owls
across the smoke lit sky

How many poems yet
to be written
how many decades
yet to be conquered
by this hard work
called a play

Enjoy a beauty-full day. �I visualize you and Joy dancing through the duathlon tomorrow.

Student L