Clothing is optional in these forums. I usually put on a polyester clown suit and a big red rubber nose, and not one person has objected yet!
Hi anandatandava
Natiste…is it Spanish? 
I can’t imagine what it must be like…to stay alit in all that darkness. Bless you.
Know that…if your heart cries…it is already housebroken anandatandava…
And you were never not worthy.
Please continue to share, and know that no guidence compares to that which is given from that which is already alit within you. Or…as Yogani puts it: The guru is in you.
All the best with your practices!
And may you stay like a “provincial bumpkin and homeless stray”…because blessed are the poor in spirit…and home is after all wherever you are at any given moment
May your night be bright 
Dear katrine:
No,(this Is the first time i hear this word).It sounds like other language…like namaste and that kind of words,i think…
I love it
You’ve certainly got a gift or flair for language…
You sound preety enlightened to me.Reading your posts makes me feel like a hamster without a home who’s tussled and tossed all his straw bedding for the night out his cage.
I prostarate my hamster toes in front of your divine lotus puppy feet. 
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and my fur smoothed in one direction.
[/quote] This hamster’s fur is all ruffled but longs for the same
as has been said beofre, the only bars are in your mind. and most folk "out " here are caged animals.
you certainly bring a delightful divine chuckle with your inspired contributions here.
having ayp and this site is like a huge bonus.yoga can offer much light in the sometimes strange and mysterious journey of life.
i wonder how you got into ayp.perhaps in the local library. or studied yoga for years. have thought of buying a few copies of yogani’s books for my local jail.maybe when i generate more revenue.yogani’s path looks safe,logical and clear.it looks like it tries not to miss any stone left unturned and unchecked.
(i was a bit worried about ending up injail myself a few months back, but there you go. strange things happen…and life can sometimes be rather unpredictable.)
enjoy the ride. you’re definitely a funny rather hilarious guy, that’s for sure.
i can feel your vibrations from here.
i love your post akasha.Thanks for sharing your sinceres and direct words with brother anandatandava and us.
Sorry, natiste was totally my typo. It was late, I had been doodling. Wasn’t trying to be coy or make you guess at anything.
Thanks for all your responses. I’m sure more is forthcoming from
Anandatandava
Hi anandatandava,
The prison is lucky to have you in it! I am convinced you grace everyone there with your presence. I can sense your presence all over the place here! Your thoughts around your “unworthiness” is luckily not corresponding to your actual divine radiance! 
I work in a school for adults (from 17 and up) and sometimes students never have time to finish their studies because they have to go to prison for something they did BEFORE they decided to shape up and start studying… they sort of get caught up by their past in a very inconvenient way because the system works so slowly. I have had the thought “I should give them Yogani’s DM book before they go”… but never did that… you inspire me to actually go to action and do that next time someone has to go!
Thank you so much for your participation in forum! You are an inspiration!
Love, emc
PS: Oh, and by the way… my right hand has the habit of flying up and “beam” people with that burning flame when it finds it suitable. The stream almost always goes to the other person’s third eye. I’m glad to hear about your wonderful experiences! 
Welcome Home Anandatandava
Great to be here,
You sound like an interesting character with much wisdom & experience to share.I know prisons can be quite brutalising places-but one can have AYP wheerever one is- that is the beauty of it.You do radiate a fantastically bright light.
Your question is pretty interesting.More research on it’s way.
with humiility and deep gratitude,
Brother Akasha
aum
divine katrine,
glad you go by experience and hence the happiness in replying to your thoughts.
the heart to dissolve into is samadhi. the spirit dances as the crown awakening and then with tapas resides in the third eye. here comes the knowing of purpose.
each breath in awareness of purpose, we are the spirit unfolding a human reality as source instrument with the heart of knowing being the blessings of action- the hands radiant blessings. the muladhara fire awake and ascended above the navel to transcend the body and mind of limited. the ancient presence each breathless breath that we are.
all in the awake joys of the journey!
anandatandava is an apt name form of joyous momentum. is it not wonderful to find words for the the amazing experience as it all unfolds? this pathway holds all auspiciousness and the immense freedom- gratitude for sharing it with us.
blessings. shared blessings.
aum
Lovely nandhi
Thank you and bless you…
Nice words! And I mean that, but what exactly do they mean? In a nutshell? 25 words or less? I’m guessing this is the jist:
>I want to do more for people<
Love
Jon
I’m still polishing the logistics of postings, so speak blindly. From what I’m told, though, I think people are being too kind. There is a problem in my nature which I must disclose, one that hampers communication. To explain: I am a rather extreme spiritual ecstatic, and my path is tipped heavily in that direction. I’ts understandable, where everything began in a profound near death vision of Shivas Dance of Bliss, (explaining the name Anandadantava). All I saw, all I felt…a story for another day, but I simply had to find my way back! And so I did, and do, inwardly and outwardly, with each plunge to Sambhavi. The dance flies into me and I into it, and consensus reality has over time become only a diaphanous veil over a world of archetypal divine beauty, again, both within and without. I use personal pronoun for convenience only, for I feel little sense of self-boundaries. This permeability bestows a marvelous benefit as I travel through my world, (as circumspect as it may be), so I am penetrated by everything, most of it now beautiful. Even the absorbing of others suffering has become a primary method, similar to Tibetan Tonglen. (Lord Shiva, give me the words to describe this). It seems I’ve lost track of my material body and become an emergent property of the Dance, a collection of swirling energies, an efflorescence of Love. Love made manifest. Love’s eyes. Love’s body. A psychiatrist might think much of this, but I’ve found that ecstasies should be judged not by their cause but by their fruit, which in my case are entirely wholesome (and toothsome!)
Okay, you ask, so what’s the problem? Well, Yogani has caused me to wonder if there is more I might reach for - like a more balanced practice. After all, I may objectively dance with God, but will always be a flawed mortal, needing improvement. Self-indulgent Pratyahara exerts a heavy toll but I want to do more for people, perhaps even engender a desire to leave prison, the only world, and now Ashram, I’m accustomed to. Opening a dialogue here is my first exploratory step. Also, I use neuroscience in my practice, and perhaps sharing that would help create and ‘active’ life of sorts.
Talking Science is ‘safe’, (if I stay on task), but any time I begin to write even transcendentally on spirituality, the Dance envelopes me and I am gone, the pen taking on a life of it’s own. Ink, tears, words, phrases and sentiment flow and dance in from nowhere, as if gems flung from Shiva’s whirling tresses. It is a thickly resonant somatic and samadhic ecstasy, a timeless surfing of an orgasmic wave front. How is that to be resisted? Or bested? Only when it’s grip is released do I look in astonishment at language that seems not mine. Then, out of concern for the reader’s patience I shovel words off the stage before the curtain opens, and you see what remains, (including any excess that escapes my editing, as some always does).
This explains why I speak in such a silly affected manner, and often well beyond my station. Please don’t take offense at any of my impassioned ideas. I’m here to learn, and I apologize in advance for the inevitable faux pas.
I haven’t really begun to describe the details of my ecstatic experiences (yikes). Is there a forum where I can let my hair down and perhaps burn these excess words out of my system?
Namaste
Hi Roy,i think you can do that in enlightenment milestones section,here in ayp forums.
Hi Anandatandava
I am very grateful you didn’t shovel this off stage before posting …it is beautiful anandatandava
Yes…the balance you speak of…it will come from engaging like that…an outward flow…of all the beautiful flowing that you are (object/subject as one)… it will make such a difference to many…yourself included… in ways we cannot fathom…
Thanks for all the courage…and by all means feel welcome to share more of your ecstatic experiences… you can (like Miguel said) do that here:
http://www.aypsite.org/forum/forum.asp?FORUM_ID=22
or here:
http://www.aypsite.org/forum/forum.asp?FORUM_ID=27
Amen
OM*
I’d like to explain why, from my first exposure to his writings I knew that Yogani was the consummate teacher I’d sought all my life. These are only the words of a passionate fool, so please don’t be offended by any of my sentiments. It bothers me that I often speak without sufficient diplomacy, but I’ve never had anyone to discuss spiritual matters with before, and I’m fairly bursting with the desire to communicate. Hopefully the pressure will relieve soon, but until then a clown is running my circus, so enjoy the show! (now where is that tranquilizer dart…?) Oh, know from the outset that I believe all loving paths lead to the mountaintop, not just my idiosyncratic twisty-trail. Ready? Here we go:
-Because most people assume that impenetrable arguments made by self-imposed ‘experts’ simply must contain profound truths, they defer to these experts to tell them what to believe. Thus, inferior teachers will intentionally obfuscate what little they know through complexity and obscurity. (See? Just like that! ). To those willing to be mindlessly led, they offer only ‘castles in the air’, words and concepts chasing their own tails and leading nowhere. Superior teachers, knowing that real Truth rings like a temple bell in the body, mind and soul, can speak in clear, simple terms. Their Truth becomes experiential, bringing, demanding belief by its own resonant power and accord, an interpenetrant divine loving Force. Of what purpose are words when the mind is stunned into awed silence? Yogani’s words are as beautiful as poetry, and he could embellish them endlessly. But poetry is not anyone’s direct mission here. So, Yogani keeps his lessons free of extraneous fluff, delivering only unalloyed Truth. He has combed the wisdom of the ages, and separated the wheat from the chaff by testing the efficacy of methods on his own highly evolved mind and body. Having condensed Truth down to its most effective and efficient essence, his teachings make the full 8 limbs of yoga a practical and swift path to enlightenment for householder and renunciate alike. Philosophers blindly draw maps. Yogani actually brings us there. Philosophers guess as to what lies there. Yogani teaches us to taste it.
-Inferior teachers establish definitions of enlightenment that are impossible for humans to achieve. Anyone who expects complete and permanent perfection out of themselves or their teachers is bound for perpetual disappointment. (This is hazardous ground, I know.) In my view, superior teachers promote, (to use the AA slogan), ‘progress not perfection’ and ‘enlightened behavior over enlightenment’. Why seek to float in some heaven-realm when we should be walking solidly upon the earth, helping to reduce suffering in our fellow beings? Well, I’d long thought that this was the choice of goals a person simply had to make. Then came Yogani to show me that I could have my cake and eat it too. He teaches that enlightenment is a balanced union between pure bliss consciousness and ecstatic conductivity, that from this union all other good things flow. Knowing the extent of my own imperfections, it’s clear I’ll always be a work-in-progress, but I already have enough of the Path’s blessings to know that by following Yogani’s teachings, enlightenment is well withing the reach of others, and is where hands-on good works are not only possible but advised as part of the AYP practice. Yes! It’s okay to walk on water if you buoy others up with you! Or, to once again paraphrase AA, ‘We keep what we have by giving it away’. This is all so beautifully rational, cohesive and perfect! Best of all, it comes to vibrant life in the practices; a heaven on earth.
As for the transformative power of the Path, my own life is a dramatic example, for I was once one of the most unmanageable inmates in the prison system. That is a story for another day, but suffice for now that when I hear about siddhis, these words come to mind: ‘Speak to me not of miracles, for I have seen bad men turned good and that is enough miracle for me’. Yes, I’m a gratefully recovering idiot, and have been struck free from prisons far worse that those of concrete and steel - prisons of the mind! (Besides, why seek to siddhi-bend the laws of physics when it is really the inner self that needs transformation?)
-Inferior teachers foster complete dependence within their students. In these unfortunates I have many times seen that the loss of their physical guru means the complete loss of their path. Superior teachers foster independence within their students by building confidence in their inner guru - self-confidence! Yogani ends each lesson with the adjunct, ‘The guru is within you’, thus directing his words to the proper inner student.
-Inferior teachers build cults of personality, working to elevate themselves to the status of avatar or perfected being, (despite displaying feet of clay to anyone with the willingness to see). They look to their personal ends rather that their traditions and community, Superior teachers, well, it is Yogani’s humility and humanity that I most love. He says, in effect, 'Look, I am one of you. One with you, so don’t mistake me for your goal. I live in ecstatic bliss as a human being, and so can you. These lessons and (omnipresent) electronic ashram are merely the raft with which you cross the stream by your own paddling, the finger pointing at the moon that you must look up to see, the ladder rungs you must climb, the steps you must take, for the guru is in you.
All this said, I worship Yogani by my own choice and accord, for if feeds my bhakti. My life experience, past and present, make it difficult to trust authority. I have previously bowed to no man, and remained unbent through years of the most severe ‘corrective’ punishment, all of which only further stiffened my resistance with the scar tissue of hate. Then, from the Path, came love, a melting love that softened and dissolved me into a puddle of grateful tears at Yogani’s feet. His voice carries a singular resonance for being surrounded by what is, to me, a world otherwise silent of useful meaning. He is, for me, the sun that eclipses all lessor lights, and I seek only to serve him and reflect his radiance to the limits of my tarnished and dim way.
All the silly opinions I’ve expressed here remind me of the adage, ‘All is One, but make the first division and the suffering begins’. In this case it’ll be when I cringe with embarrassment over something stupid I’ve said. Yet again! LOL
Namaste
Wonderful post Roy.I love it.Thanks for sharing.
You have much to say in this forums.
You are a big big hearth of fire.
C´mon friend,lets go,lets fly together to the infinitum.
Continue sharing with us,teaching us… please…
Om
Wait! It bears pointing out that if anything interesting comes out of me, (the proverbial chimp at the typewriter), it is none to my credit. It is simply not mine. I am entirely derivative, an echo. Within me flows a broad floodplain of spirituality, fed by a thousand rivulets of mystical teaching. Each of these spill out their unique but complimentary load of gems, which then lie as anonymous as fossils in my subconscious.
I invite others to determine the source of these alluvial deposits, for it is beyond the capacity of this brain-damaged dolt. To me they appear channel-bound from the rushing streams of much loftier minds. I cannot separate blended waters or distinguish ‘one’ from ‘One’. So, please, see through my smudged lens the veins of pure Truth that lie in yonder sacred mountain peaks. Look to Yogani! (And through him to your inner experience).
I can only wallow deliriously in this holy mud, and struggle to communicate the ineffable. But look! Lotus grow here too, their feet rooted in the very same mud. And witness what beauty emerges, unblemished into the sunlight above. I move my hand among their stalks, and sweet laughter filters down. It reminds me of my true Self, a transient cloud of particles, a temporary knot of energy in the space-time continuum, an animated bag of seawater, all part of the Whole. With my small ‘self’ out of the way, Truth emerges. Kundalini erupts. The universe cracks open. Annihilation. Ah, Shiva, you have a sense of humor…
Ah yes, what doall my silly words mean…
The madman, poet, and mystic may all plumb the same Oceanic depths, but there the similarity ends. The madman is shredded among the corals of irrationality and drowns in silent screams. The poet returns words pearlescent with the unexpected, he is an amphibrous creature and maintains a breathing tube to the surface. The mystic dissolves and can only chuckle indistinctly along the shoreline of familiarity.
!Chuckle!
Let us forget words and listen to the surf together…
This sweet voice of eternity, all art That.
Namaste
The dog barks, the Caravan passes.
-Arabic proverb
I may give voice to love, but Yogani is the Caravan. Follow in his Train.
Since I speak of it so often, inmates frequently, (but privately), ask me what love is and how it might be pursued. Many are hungry for such succor, but its source and nature are mysterious to men who experienced only brutality or deprivation of nurturing in childhood. My own understanding coming in explosive rapture, I originally felt ill-equipped to advise these men. What is love? Ask a fish to explain the water through which it swims. Where does it begin? Where does it end? All the fish knows is that it stirs warmly with his every movement, and impels certain things around him. Viewed this way, it seems love cannot be pursued or grasped directly, but is instead a by-product of our interaction with other things: sentient beings, places,, objects and other sources of aesthetic, spiritual or hedonistic pleasure, The nature of impermanence being what it is, external targets of affection are hazardous as a sole anchor point for love, but they are the only option known to most people.
But lo! Yogani turns this equation on its head. Through his teachings, love as a pure ideal can indeed be pursued and grasped directly, in one's own heart and mind! And this is a love beyond all previous reckoning; it is supreme bhakti, infinitely spacious, without boundaries or qualifications or demands or expectations. This is 'melting love' for it feels, (in truth!), as though one is being melted deliciously down by a divine Flame. It is thickly, penetratingly warm, like luxuriating on a summertime beach. Ahh... Yes, and regardless of one's beliefs, it gives every impression of coming from a powerful, self-existent, external loving Source. For all intents and purposes, you are basking in God's own radiance!
Once firmly ensconced within, this love is effortlessly and eagerlyredirected outward into the world, where it becomes ripened and burnished yet further. For good reason the Catholic mystics called it Incendium Amoris, (the 'fire of love'). It is the Tibetan tumo I savor during tonglen, and is to be found in love-centric traditions of all times and climes.
This is a love you will drag around with you day and night like a child with a favorite new toy. And I swear you do not have to believe in God or the supernatural to become like unto that child and enter the gates of AYP heaven! *laugh* Oh yes, stay tuned atheists and agnostics, for you do not have to compartmentalize, Balkanize or otherwise struggle to reconcile your temporal and spiritual activities on the AYP path, for the blessings come to all. Be cautioned, however, that a slippery slope of divine seduction may develop under your feet, for any tincture of the sacred, (including love), that seeps into the sanctum of your being is immediately and powerfully rewarded. Complete resistance just might be futile, but even struggling with the hook is fun as you feel that mysteriously powerful pull on the line. Whatever its ultimate source, spirituality is built into your brain, my friend, so start moving in harmony with that birthright now.
Pride yourself on your objective mind? That can remain, but in increasingly humbled form, for the 'subjective' world of your practices will magically expand to become the backdrop of a happier and more complete life. Yes, by containing only the essentials of philosophy, AYP is actually the premier 'thinking person's' path, for there is little to collide with your current, (and no doubt dearly held), abstractions while the practices work this subtle magic on you. For the same reasons, AYP is able to encompass the whole of cutting edge science without compromising principles. For example, since 'melting love' is discussed here, consider that the subjective experience of both love and warmth are heavily mediated by the same brain region - the insular cortex - which becomes more robust, (thicker and denser), as you continue the practices. These combined sensations reinforce romantic pair-bonding, (erotic energy), and thus spiritual energy, (kundalini)! Similarly, increased robustness in the brain's 'happiness center' - the left prefrontal cortex - has long been recognized as a physically demonstrable outcome of meditation, (pure bliss consciousness anyone?. And consider that spinal breathing remaps the somatosensory cortex, thus eroticizing the body in the direction the root energy is 'pulled', (working via motor imagery, bi-modal sensory-motor neurons, neuroplasticity, ANS manipulation, etc). And then there's the many cranial nerve pairs that map directly to primary AYP bandhas, mudras and pranayama, providing direct access to the body's most rapturous love-making mechanism. These are but a few examples. Granted, I'm a science nut and love working under the hood, but it should give everyone greater confidence to know that your body's physical heritage is there to support your spiritual evolution. These mechanisms are in each and every one of us. What a gift, what a blessing, what grace has been bestowed! Let us live our destiny. Yogani's teachings lay out the path. His 'spiritual science' is aptly named indeed in so many incredible ways.
And it all comes back around to Love!