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But if you have faith that you’ll unfold no matter what happens, you will. You’ll begin eliminating food-borne toxins, too. Through all of this, Beautiful female yoga couple I see more clearly all the ways I have dismissed my female Teacher and the women in my life. Accepting this we may further suggest that, as priests of these pre-eminent Trees of Life and Knowledge, they may be further identified with those magicians and scholars whose Transylvanian descendants, the Scythian Aryans or Sumerian Anunnaki - the Dragon God-Kings - were instrumental in establishing the Chakric system of Hindu and Buddhist Tantra and Hebrew, Arabic and Greek Qabalah whose magical systems, as we all know, contain a glyph called the Tree of Life. The Blue Boar is a druidic symbol of office and the Dragon is a symbol of bloodline descent, a clan badge of the druidic race. We have seen that impaling was thought to nail the body of the vampire to the earth and perhaps where the body wasn’t burnt, impaling was considered sufficient to keep in its grave, the body of one belonging to a race that the crows in cassocks said was so terrifying and seemingly so indestructible. The hairs on my body stand up, in salute!

After the heart realises what it did not know and how it continued to act in ignorance, it can sing a mournful song as an offering, then turn it to a joyful one; the eyes look up, brighter. Will I forget to turn my tea bowl in the right direction? We enjoy two cups of matcha, each served in a one of a kind bowl. There are two places where the list is given (BORI chap. Buried amongst the ashes were the human remains of a cannibalistic sacrificial victim and two clay tablets. The great boon of the seeking human consciousness. He presents the ethnographic archive as a treasure trove of experiences and social experiments in non-hierarchical, even anti-hierarchical arrangements of human commonwealth. Conversely, the worker (or, perhaps, the manager) of the town’s cosmetic store did not simply refuse to open her shop to the people when the connection with the outside world was irrecoverably lost, but even refused to sell items - female hygiene products included - for cash. So if I felt I was not equal in potential to my male sangha brothers, how could I have the confidence in my female Teacher that I had for my male Teacher?

So the best I hope to do as a student of consciousness is to love and appreciate my Teacher for her service, her wisdom, her talents, the spiritual work she has done. As spiritual practitioners, we can think we’re well beyond commonplace gender bias-of course I’m not a misogynist, I’m a holy, woke, feminist spiritual seeker! Though great women peek through the Buddhist history books occasionally, think of the big spiritual names you know: The Dalai Lama, the 16th Karmapa, Namgyal Rinpoche, Sayadaw U Thila Wunta… Another layer of this dynamic is how patriarchal history has appeared in Buddhism. My mother was a good person doing the best she could. One of the best ways to see this is in longer meditation retreats. He is glad to see Sensei. And, if you open your mind not only to its untouched nature and historical buildings but also to people - you will see how kind and hospitable they are. One day, after our morning filming, Sensei looks up from her natto and congee breakfast and says, "I’m going to take you somewhere special." We catch the subway, then a taxi, and soon we are at Daitokuji, Kyoto’s historical Rinzai Zen monastery.

His father, the former abbott, comes by at one point. One who both cared for and scolded you, a female figure, the authority, who moulded you from tantruming toddler into a functioning adult? Fantastic FEMALE athlete lead character. I look over at Sensei, trying to follow her lead. He starts to prepare our matcha green tea by heating a kettle of water over hot coals. Sensei mentions we are actually at the historical birthplace of the tea ceremony tradition. The younger abbott serves us tea. She leads us through the broad, pebble sculpted walkways to Zuihoin, a sub-temple built in 1535. We have an appointment with her friend, the abbott there. But, dear friends, after 18 years of yearly, long meditation retreats, and constant training in the Dharma with very awake Teachers, I am of the opinion that there are places in my consciousness that are thick like mud, and that the filters we wear run very deep, for decades!