Dignity of Labor

Maha Yogi once met an obese young boy who could not stand the thought of any menial task, even if it was house-keeping. This boy had been lazy all his life and could not even touch his toes with his fingers. He could not physically bend.
He was depressed and morose, and seek Yogi's counsel, I am always unhappy he complained, the world is always bothering me, he complained.
Maha Yogi asked him to segregate the waste bin in his home into trash recyclables and organic waste and dispose of them accordingly, he instructed him on how to compost the organic waste for use in the garden and requested him to flush the toilet with a self-cleaning additive.

The young boy, just could not stand the thought of housekeeping and forced his mother to do the tasks for him, a week later he returned to Yogi, complaining that he was still morose and unhappy, then Yogi asked him if he had completed the house-keeping chores? He replied it was too menial for him!
Yogi then explained the need for the dignity of labor and how simple chores with cleanliness was also a way to God-realization. Yogi and the boy actually worked on a garden plot and planned and planted trees, it was a new world to the boy, and his life changed forever with the green touch. Something magical dawned, and his life changed, there were happiness and good karma.
The next time you expect a miracle in life, just hug a spiritual tree, and in your breath will merge magic, the magic of intelligence, ennui, and morosity will vanish, and a higher happiness index will emerge. Maybe electricity and A.I are part of a trees life too!

MahaYogi meets the free critic.

MahaYogi was well aware of the adage, of a critic, the lowest job, a person who tells you when you are wrong, all without a pay or remuneration.

MahaYogi met one such person, she was called the Free Critic, she was a born critic, and excelled at it, often pointing mistakes in people all day, without an end.
Sometimes it was character assassination and sometime plain denial of a persons accomplishments.
MahaYogi had the misfortune of crossing paths with her!

For months he had to tolerate volley after volley of a tirade in words, accusations of lies, sexual innuendos and of contributions to dogma, all accused of a free thinker.
Most of it was borne in silent ignorance of the vociferous woman. The mud sling did never stick, but reflecting on it he realized the entire futility of the human existence.

People like the free critic were an illustration of the complete lack of meaning and semantics in evolution and life. If survival of the fittest and theories of Darwinism were to be believed then, flora and fauna, given their incomprehension of the human condition would be the natural selection and so would automaton, incapable of understanding fear, suffering or the human condition.

All saints are impervious to the human condition and seek to transcend the senses, the root cause of the condition. This immersion is the cause of suffering as revealed by Siddhartha, and all saint including MahaYogi believed this.

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MahaYogi, is a story sequence by Mutter Gottlich to illustrate like the parables, stories of spirituality,
packaged in a sugar pill for mass consumption.
In this era of consumerism and entertainment, spirituality has to be adopted towards technology,
work theology and the faster pace of life. MahaYogi was created as the medium, a mascot for
Mutter Gottlich and these stories describe dialogues between science and religion and timeless
spirituality tailored to post modernism.

MahaYogi was in the garden of the Governor of California, at that time, the state was facing
increased pressure on their sustainability measures and were fighting a legal war with the
federal government, the governor was concerned with the growing suffering induced by genetic
modification, pesticides and pollutants on nature , he felt guilty for the suffering in flora and fauna
induced by human development.

MahaYogi was the audience to this, and on the subject of suffering he described this story:

"Young Siddhartha was in the garden, with plants, he was forbidden from playing with,
His father wanted to keep him away from the suffering and torment prevalent in nature, but as with all little children, he rebelled, and curiosity got the better of him.

He watched the pitcher plants, as fly after fly landed in it, suffering in agony, struggling to leave the pitcher, being slowly digested by acidic enzymes, decaying with the pitcher into a rotten mass, while a new pitcher grew, repeating the cycle, nourishing the plant.

This was life, the decayed pitcher had dead flies, cockroaches and mosquitoes, all corpses, decayed, partially digested, nourishing the  plant.

Siddhartha had never seen so much suffering, and wondered why there was torment and
suffering.

He decided to leave home to meditate and find the answer.

After years in meditation under a Bodhi tree, Siddhartha, finally understood the reason for
all this suffering, the insects were undergoing. He believed that the insects were totally immersed in this world, and were holding on to life, to the Maya, they were tempted by the sweet nectar of the pitcher plant and were led into a labyrinth of suffering and torment as they clung to life. The blinding maze of light vanished for the bees, and they realized that the pitcher was always open for them to leave. They were lighter and free of bondage, freed from suffering and torment as they flew to freedom, busy as they were, foraging

for true nectar from wildflowers, to feed their young.

I propose to make a plant installation with a pitcher plant , to describe this metaphor and story of Siddhartha at some place and time."

MahaYogi, described the Sarracenia as the 'Maya' of this world of development, on humans,
flora and fauna, the reason for 'dukka' or suffering in a natural world free of hunger,
thirst and cold, suffering and pain. Thus the human condition is something unlike nature,
maladopted and synthetic, not fully formed and transient. The suffering of humans and wildlife
alike caused by this maladoption is the need for sustainability and the restoration of the balance,
the balance the Governor was striving for.

MahaYogi's Dreams

MahaYogi was never lonely, part of the spiritual path was in transcending it, and yet paths crossed. One day he glanced at a matrimonial advertisement on Jeevan Sathi, a portal for the Indian subcontinent, a face stood out, a manager at the bank of America, a lonely single woman in her thirties.
Women always found MahaYogi interesting, so interesting that they often found new pretexes to meet him, sometimes invading his personal space, right up to liberties like massaging his feet, in a hope to get intimate enough for sex, but MahaYogi avoided them, he thought of them as mobile sperm banks, and did not really have any natural urge to donate sperm, even for democratic reasons.

This girl turned out to be in yogi's dreams, a virtual person, an augmented reality, and she found a place in yogi's mind, haunting him for decades in an innocuous, way with her voice.

This girl, whom Yogi called Aurora, was frozen in a face, she was a decade ago, now she had aged in a reality somewhere between life and a dream. But the face lived on immortalized in memory, that Yogi never attributed importance to. A face that reminded him of a timeline he never lived, maybe all timelines existed, all branches, in righteous reality, and somewhere MahaYogi was stuck in a doldrum career as a suburban dad with a daughter, stuck with this aurora of his imagination, commuting every day to work in traffic, a special prayer is called for in such situations with MahaYogi pleading to the almighty for respite, respite from such a fate, whether it exists in a dream, where timelines meet or in imagination, thoughts of this were unwelcome. So Yogi learned to forget. He forgot. He was celibate, and that was the joy, not an ephemeral orgasm, the sensual satisfaction in a woman's body for a night and decades of burden after that.

Fortunately, another saint Riponche Senior happened to drop by, and Yogi was directed in a deep spiritual discussion on winds and active pumps. Riponche wanted to know if modern science like active pumps and windmills affected the good winds and water spirits, which are part of the Shambhala tradition.