Trolls Don’t Wear White

I find myself continually inviting people into one thing or another.  It’s on purpose, and in alignment with my style of teaching, no mater the context or content.  

Lately, I’ve been inviting participants to bring intention and awareness to the task of developing inward discernment.  This is for many, is not the easiest of endeavors.  Inward discernment I define as an ability to perceive sensation, emotion, thoughts and their interplay without judgement, interpretation or attachment, so as to see, accept and better understand Truth, beyond the subjective vision.  

If I can be clever, poignant, or provocative enough with words to spark even the slightest bit of curiousity or willingness to go within and question, then I’m good.  However, I realize mental attachments are strong... and like ear plugs.  But who wears ear plugs to a yoga class?  The anti-yogi.  

To be in denial of the need for personal discernment and discretion puts one in the category of “the anti-yogi”.  The anti-yogi shows up on the mat puts ear plugs in and then chooses not to receive.  Already immersed in a narrow sense of practice or personal agenda,  those with a self-imposed hearing impairment don’t and perhaps won’t ever receive my invitation.  They might even think to themselves: “Oh, he’s not talking to me. I’m just gonna stay over here and stretch out my hamstrings a little more.”  

The pious, plagued by mental attachment to their issue(s), may often blind themselves to other possibility.  Mental attachment, I define loosely and simply as "having an issue".  It gives rise to internal discomfort, as well as a strong tendency to try and address this discomfort with words or actions to recreate internal equilibrium. 

Now partially blind AND partially deaf, the anti-yogi shows up, Ego at the wheel, ready to ground more deeply into what they already believe.  The act of showing up on the mat counts for very little here.  The self-righteous obliviously show their lack of commitment to virtue and their lack of mindful participation in what we’re actually doing here, sort of like wearing ivory to a white party.  

So what if me inviting you to class, or me inviting you to play, or me inviting you to question, or let go was like me inviting you to a white party?  With choosing white garments and accessories representing a commitment to intention, devotion, participation, openness, etc, and attachments only coming in a myriad of colors, how would you show up?  

Whether you've attended a white party or some other special occasion,  try to recall the feeling of excitement and anticipation leading up to and preparing yourself for it.  To what extent could you create a feel of “special occasion” in anticipation of your arrival into yoga practice? To what lengths would you go to show up impeccably, knowing that this is not the venue for bullshit? 

Could you get over your affinity for polka-dots for this occasion and show up for the party you were invited to? 

Would you be open to that last resort of an invitation— if you don't sincerely appreciate the invitation and show up for the offering  you could always throw your own party instead?