Monday, March 7, 2011

Yoga Story 1: Ganesha, the elephant-headed god’s Story


There is a big, beautiful and elegant Ganesha’s picture hanging in the front wall as you enter our Yoga studio. Why the large elephant-headed god’s picture with his pot belly and pudgy figure is placed in a Yoga studio, instead of shining mirrors? Either being multi-culturally grown Malaysians, who got accustomed to diverse religious figures, or just plainly out of indifference, people rarely question me about it and I don’t elaborate it either when no one asks. But, certainly I didn’t put his picture there for no reason or just as a decoration pieces.

Ganesha, in Hinduism, is the guardian deity of Yoga, meditation and astrology, of the subjects I happened to study simultaneously over the past decades. When I began my soul searching, I found myself naturally drawn to all the three, one by one, because they seemed to be connected each other. So I studied them with particular interest ever since I started my journey in late 80’s. But as a Korean origin, I never knew or heard of him before, not until, my then-boy friend hubby gave me a present, a small and beautiful bronze Ganesha statue, that occupies the corner of our home alter till now. I learned of this lovely deity’s many crazy antics from Hindu mythology afterward. Since then, he occupied a special place in my heart and I thought it would be most appropriate to share some of his myths with my yoga students as an opening to the Yoga story series.

Ganesha is a master of Yoga despite of his round figure. He has very flexible body, and brilliant and expansive mind, who is a renowned Vedic scholar that wrote the great Indian epic Mahabharata. He is also the remover of obstacles, and no Hindu prayer or ritual, especially for planetary propitiation, may commence without a prayer to Ganesha. He is generous and easy to please who grants every wishes of his devotees when asked with sincere and genuine hearts. He gives progeny to the childless, he gives knowledge to the seeker, and prosperity to those who desire material gains. The sheer size and power of the elephant, who can remove any obstacle on his path, makes Ganesha the god who removes all obstacles from the paths of his devotees.

Ganesha is the first son of Shiva and Parvati, one of the most powerful gods in the Hindu Trinity pantheon and his equally almighty goddess wife. How then, Ganesha ended up with an elephant head, despite being a prince to the couple who had no match in the entire universe with their combined beauty, power, and strength? As the story goes;

“One day, as the goddess was going for her bath, she rubbed oil and dust from her body and created a young boy, into whom she infused life. Parvati told him that he was her son and asked him to keep watch while she went to bathe. Soon after, Shiva came to see his wife, but the boy would not let him in. He cut off the boy’s head in anger. Parvati, when she saw her headless son, was furious and threatened to destroy the heavens and earth, for she was also Shakti, the Ultimate Power. To pacify her, Shiva order his army of ganas (dwarfs) to bring the head of the first living being with his head to the north, which is the auspicious direction associated with wisdom. The first living being they met was an elephant sleeping with its head to the north. They brought back the animal’s head, which Shiva placed on the severed body. Parvati was overjoyed and named her son Ganesha or Ganapati, Lord of the Ganas.”

Ganesha is the most beloved of all the Hindu deities, for he combines in himself the elephant, a sacred and much-loved animal that is gentle and kind even as he is large and strong. There are amusing stories who loves with all things that are sweet, especially modaka, the sweet Indian desert, customarily offered by his devotees during Puja (Hindu prayer session).

“On one of his exploits, Ganesha actually consumed so many sweet cakes that his belly was full to bursting. He decided it was time to head home and relax his stuffed belly, so he hopped on his trusty “steed,” a tiny mouse. Because the mouse is such a small vehicle, Ganesha has to practice extraordinary balance to keep his hulking frame on the erratic creature (remember he is the master of yoga).

The pair was cruising smoothly along when a very long cobra slithered onto their path and frightened the mouse. The mouse darted one way and Ganesha fell the other. When he hit the ground, his overstuffed belly exploded and sweet cakes rained everywhere. This greatly perturbed Ganesha, who was upset not only by the cobra’s disruption of his ride, but at the loss of sweet fullness of his tummy. He walked around, collecting all the sweet cakes and stuffed them one by one, back into his belly. Then, he snatched up the cobra and tied it around his waist to cinch it shut. All the while, the moon, Chandra, was watching the extravaganza, and couldn’t help exploding into laughter at Ganesha’s crazy antics.

Ganesha got angry and broke off a piece of his tusk and threw it at the moon, cursing him to stop shining. So there was no more night and the sun shone incessantly night and day. With no night, no dawn, and no dusk, love was lost to the world. There was no place for romance, and men and gods alike became scorched and hopeless upon the hot earth. So the gods pleaded with Ganesha to take back his curse. Ganesha relented, but limited the moon’s shining to alternate fortnights, which is why the moon waxes and wanes. This, he decided, would be a permanent lesson for the moon so it would remember never to laugh at him again.”

Thus, we too, might be tempted to just laugh or smile after hearing of Ganesha’s episode with the moon, but, its myth is more than just a funny story that which carries profound symbols in it.

His corpulent body reminds us that outward appearance has nothing to do with inner beauty, with his huge belly representing his ability to swallow the sorrows of the universe. As the elephant is large yet, gentle, Ganesha represents the importance of right over might.

The head of the elephant is symbolic of his superior intelligence: wisdom and the strength of the mind, and the ability to remove obstacles. His large ears sift out the bad, so that only the truth can be heard. His broken tusk in his hand symbolizes knowledge, for he used it to write the Mahabharata.

The snake around his waist symbolizes cosmic energy (shushuma) that is dormant at the base of our spine, which can be awakened by balancing the sun (pingala nadi, or yang in Chinese) and the moon (ida nadi, yin) energies through yoga. The noose represents worldly attachments, which are like a noose around one’s neck. The modaka is reminiscent of the sweetness of one’s inner self, while Ganesha’s vehicle mouse, the tiny animal represents the equal importance of big and small people to God. Sometimes he holds rosary beads, a reminder of the importance of prayer.

Now, when you know what Ganesha is all about, how can you not love and adore him, even if you are not a Hindu? Thus, I pay my respect to him whenever I caught his eyes peeping while I conduct the yoga classes. Though I’m not a Hindu, but more of a student of Yoga from a different race, I don’t think it matters to him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have blessed my life to thread solely along the paths of Yoga. I can’t imagine myself what would have become have I not entered in this path…I feel truly blessed to have known him, of whom I commute with the prayer I learned from my astrology teacher,

Vakratunda maha kaya, surya koti samaprabha, Nirvighnam Kurume deva sarva Karyeshu sarvada.

(You of the twisted trunk and massive body, With the dazzle and light of a million suns: Lead me on a path that has no obstacles or hindrances, Clearing the way in all that I do, ever, always.)

So next time when you come into the studio or engage yourself in the practice of yoga, meditation or spiritual study, it will be helpful to remember Ganesha’s story, to hold your balancing of body, mind and spirit in joyous, relaxed but delicate manner with focus. Or else, the mouse will topple you over sideways to become a laughing stock to the moon, and lose all sweetness and love in life… If any of you want to learn the melody of how to sing Ganesha’s prayer, let me know, I can easily teach you during the yoga class. I taught it to the yoga kids, and they just love it immediately…

Yoga Stories for Your Hearts and Souls

Welcome to Beth’s new yoga story series!

Lately, I was searching for different story materials for my yoga kids so that I can make the kids’ yoga class more fun and exciting, at the same time, inspirational and uplifting for their tender hearts and spirits. Well, then, it dawned on me that, why don’t I share the stories with my grown-up yoga students as well??? Hey, they need fun, excitement also, as well as heart- warming stories for their tired and exhausted souls…!

Yes, in fact, we adults might need much stronger doses of soul food than children. While the young kids’ are easy to laugh and be joyous in spontaneity, many grown-ups lost the ability to feel passionate with life or be enthusiastic in anything at all. Instead they are easy to frown and complain, while so quick to rise to anger and frustrations, even with little, little irritations. Life has become too solemn and serious business for many of us as though the whole world is going to collapse if we don’t keep up with the Jones.

Life needs not be struggle if we know how to put it down in the Now like kids. Everybody adores babies and loves to play with children. Why? Because, they are fully present in the moment, in the Now. Their innocent minds are yet to know what is past or future. Their hearts are pure and free from any worries or fear. Thus they are naturally the masters of Yoga, the science of body, mind and spirit, but, not we, adults. We hold way too much tension in our body and noises in the mind for our innate spirit gets the chance to shine forward. If we can only allow our spirit to reveal its brilliance in natural fashion, then, our life will become so much more vibrant and authentic. We could reclaim our birthright for unconditional happiness and bliss.

In the upcoming Yoga story series, that which I will weave from various sources of tales, teachings, myths as well as my own personal experiences, my sole aim is, to help you ignite the sparks in your hearts, so that, you may rediscover your lost passion and motivations for life, to strive for greater happiness, perfect health and soulful success in whatever you do, wherever you are.

Yoga is from ancient India originated thousands years ago since their Vedic culture. The asana and pranayam practices, as largely known to be synonymous with Yoga, is, Hatha Yoga, one of the most potent forms of practicing yoga in balancing and harmonizing our energy, so that it becomes fit to attain enlightenment.

However, it is just one tiny aspects of yoga in the vastitude of Vedic literatures.
Less well known but not any less important aspects of yoga is, Upanishad and Puranas, that are the collections of inspiring stories and teachings of devas (gods), saints and gurus, told in timeless language in the backdrops of ancient India. In those stories, various encounters, deeds and adventures of gods and goddess are told to improve the quality of our lives and also to help our human souls’ emancipation. They stretch our imagination and ordinary comprehension beyond measure by defying any limitations about time, space, sequence and logics. Their points of tell-tales are not to make sense, but, to remind us time and again, the divine nature we are endowed with, but forgotten along the way of samsara (the endless wheels of births and deaths).

In this fast moving technological and material society we are in, there are less and less chances for actual human contacts in our daily lives. Everything can be done mechanically, automatically, through computer, through internet, through mobiles with just one click on the finger tips. When we hear the ancient stories of Upainishad or Purana, we might have to scratch our head in trying to make sense out of them. But, when, gods were looking down on us, with what we are doing in facebooks, YouTubes, mobiles…they will shake their heads and have really no idea what the he** we all are up to. It is us that who are not making sense, not they.

When I see our kids or people, anywhere, everywhere, sitting, standing, or walking…constantly hooked up with those wires or busy with fingers and eyes and ears… I get worry. Because, the more and more, I see distance and disconnection among us with what is more important in life. With our busy modern life, many people are becoming more like a dead-man-walking. They are well alive, but not breathing nor aware of with what is going on around them. Many are so caught up in their mind, in their virtual world, that, each are like an island unto themselves, isolated and disconnected, with the rest of world, even with close family members who are under the same roof. It seems, the busier we get, the lonelier our lives become. Nothing really matters as much like happy and contented smiles in our heart, because, that is what we are going to take with us when we leave this life.

Do you have a song in your heart? What will make your heart sing? Goodness, virtue, humility, sincerity, selfless devotion…those timeless qualities of divinity make my heart to skip its beat when I hear of them. My heart leaps into joy and ecstasy whenever I see the same divine sparks from ordinary to extra ordinary stories of people who dedicated their life, time, efforts in commitment to the love song in their hearts to give it to life, thus making it larger than life. We are no different than other animals in its physiological and safety needs, except the natural inclination towards the noblest, purest and highest, once our basic needs are met. When we dedicate our life to the calls for divinity, then, we can rise above what holds us back, to the timeless beauty and transcendental mythic land, to sing and dance, and rejoicing together with gods and goddesses.

Thus, I would like to invite you to the Yoga mythic journey to meet the heroes and heroines of whom we could aspire, emulate to become better of ourselves and lives…