Wholistic Fitness

The following is NOT, i repeat NOT, science fiction or a joke.
it is an advertisement i found this morning on the Internet for a skiing/snowboard helmet. i have italicized the words in their text that are in direct violation of the Dharma Protection Code of Once Natural Wisdom:

“The RED Frequency Audex Motorola Bluetooth Helmet combines the convenience of your mobile phone, the fun of rocking out while you ride, and the hardcore protection of an in-molded polycarbonate shell. Answer phone calls, hang up on your crazy ex, and play, pause, and skip through music with the built-in hi-fi speakers and wireless connection. The Frequency BT Helmet includes a noise and water-resistant microphone, removable DJ-style headphones for off-hill use, and an optional wired audio connection. Use this helmet with any iPod, CD player, tape player, and Bluetooth-enabled mobile phone.”

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i mean, there are sooooooo many things that scare my Care For People’s Souls
in that paragraph that i will not even begin to provide a Dharma Protection Service on it.

i am sorry.

i feel like all these years i have spent attempting to return and elevate natural sanctity to outdoor sports and personal fitness
is just
being
ignored and forgotten like melting, muddied snow on a city street
thanks to the iPod era.

the winter sports! the last remaining refuge of solititude and sweat has already begun its descent into the Grasping Spirit Realm (which is,technically speaking, only One Realm higher in vibration than the Hell Realm). the winter sports have allWays been so incredibly sacred to me; even the CONCEPT of gliding upon snow!!! WOW! what a trip! so moved by the beauty of breathing and moving in the snows, that i even wrote a book on it!

Global Warming 101 Brings Back Memories
Perhaps to the dwindled Senses of today’s youth, the following memory might be laughably revolting. So be it. It is my Satya: as a child, i actually cried over snow. the tears came as i saw the snow transform as it melted without help into a thick, cinder filled slosh upon Durango’s Main Street beneath so many car tires. i FELT that snow, it seemed. i would speak to the street-beaten snow, saying:
Do not worry Snow!
Soon you will evaporate and Rise into the sky
and come down again,
this time high up on Vestal or Grizzly Peak!

it was more of a Prayer than anything else.

deeper in my cells, it was my own mortality that i felt in the sloshing, dying snow upon the street.

no one else, it seemed, took notice of the snow dying.

nor did they care.

too busy, it seemed. other things far more important to deal with than some stupid, inconvenient dying snowflakes under their feet.

ilg cared.

i cared because my Wolf taught me an Amazing Guiding Principle and Practice of WF:
Just Listen.

people often quit WF. they give me predicable rationalizations:
Not enough time.

obviously, i Failed them as a Teacher, for the Only Thing That WF Teaches is something that
requires no money,
no special skills,
nothing added to what you already are.

you see, Oh Noble Ancient Yogis Caught In The Modern Era of Spiritual Darkness;
the only Thing i have been teaching you these years, these decades is two words,
“Just Listen.”

not outwardly.

inwardly.

Just Listen.

The Winter Sports As A Tibetan Gong
You know you’ve Waken Up and have found yourself (again) in Kali Yuga
when the once nobly silent and inwardly sacred Artistry of Skiing and SnowBoarding
has produced its own kindling to the fantastic modern addiction to INPUT!~

I suppose you and i are quickly becoming relics.
dinosaurs from a past that truly cultivated inward teachings from the outdoors.

To the modern Outer World
the following has obviously been deleted,
trashed due to: not entertaining Enough.
please study carefully this Endangered Quality List:

* the very notion of simply gliding upon snow
* feeling the wind whistle through your hair
* smiling at the bite of cold at your cheeks
* listening to the winter version of birdsong
* dancing to the scrape of ski edge with snow to the rhythm of your breath

such things
no longer holds interest in the ever accelerating,
ever cluttered chaos
of the modern mind.
a mind seemingly addicted to input instead of appreciation.

Oh Noble Seekers of Balance;
tread VERY mindfully these days okay?
keep your Conscious Awareness Throttle on High
even while enjoying your own sports and pursuits
because, i hate to tell you…
the Devil Wears Not Only Prada,
but just about everything else these days.

om so ti
my Noble Inwardly Directed Warriors of Sweat and Stillness…
om so ti

that is all,
the modern mountain yogi from the Ancient Lineage of Dharma Protectors

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Photo 1) can we become Robots any more faster please?
do me a favor will you?
if you EVER see me skiing in one of these?
just shoot me and put me out of my MAYA ENTRENCHED ADDICTED MISERY, okay?
then, if you have the time, dismember my corpse and feed the flesh to Brother Raven, okay?
thank you, i appreciate that.

Photo 3) “Just listening” enroute to a Silver Medal at the recent AZ Nordic State Championships.