|yogis in marin|
i had a run in with a yoga cult last year. it wasn’t jim jones style, but it was icky. had i been a bit wiser and done an online search of this place including the additional term cult, i would have discovered that it was in fact regarded by some as cult-ish. cult-light. reduced calorie cult...thank goodness one black man and one white band helped me escape.
"people too," said my friend.
the next day, i floated around a tropical-circus-style destination resort in a daze. despite the screaming children from new jersey and the piped in musics, the chants from the ashram haunted me. i could not stop the chanting in my head. all the prayers repeated multiple times a day for 8 days had started to colonize my brain. i retreated to my room and took out my ipod. there was only one band that could slice through the kirtan. one band to fight against the hypnotic noise: electric light orchestra.
i also believe in the power of e.l.o.