(Source: sttinkerbelle, via freereeves)
The Bikram Mirror is for Scrying
Every time I stand in front of the wall length studio mirror and gaze into my own eyes, reality as I know it begins to fade.
No, I’m not one of Bikram’s faithful followers - far from it. My near poverty, proletariat status prices me out of teacher training.
I’m just a regular, highly intuitive yogini who recognizes a deeply spiritual and classical yoga sequence when I practice it.
Sometimes, when my arms are above my head, preparing for Ardha Chandrasan (Half-Moon), I see a pale blue goddess, glowing bright from her crown, her heavy, fixed gaze glaring back at me.
Then there are times when I cross one arm under the other for Garudasana (Eagle pose )and I see Ganesh, jolly, full bellied and bright, on the other side of the looking glass, close enough to touch.
“Aum Ganesh, lord of change please help me to recall this discomfort when I resist plunging deeper into everything I am running from in life. Aum.”

