--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Bhairitu <noozg...@...> wrote: > > I knew some young strippers who were at some jyotish > workshops. I also knew a lingerie model (who had also > worked with California Hardbodies) who was very > interested in spiritual things, astrology and ayurveda. > > OTOH, knowing the drink prices (and minimums) at strip > clubs I can't believe you actually hung out at one to > write. And the testosterone levels at those places are > enough to drive anyone out let alone try to write there.
That was the whole point. I was surfing Tantric opposites. I used to do the same thing in Amsterdam, sit in clubs like Yab Yum (a brothel) and write about spiritual subjects. That's just who I am; I get off of the polarity of seemingly opposite energies. As usual :-), I have a Bruce Cockburn line that seems to capture the phenomenon: You see the extremes Of what humans can be In that distance some tension's born Energy surging like a storm You plunge your hand in And draw it back scorched Beneath it's shining like gold But better Rumours of glory It's the Tantric counterpart to the story of Ulysses and the sirens from the Odyssey. His ship had to sail past the island of the sirens, whose song was so enchanting that any sailor who heard it had to follow it and wound up dying as they steered their ships onto the rocks in an attempt to get to the sirens. So Ulysses had his crew's ears stuffed with wax so that they couldn't hear the siren song and then had them tie him to the mast, with ears unplugged, so that he *could* hear it. That's how I am with places like brothels and strip clubs, or was a decade ago, when I had occasion to write in them. I've never been really tempted to get a lap dance or to "go upstairs" with any of the women; I just enjoy being in an environment in which they are pushing out an energetic "siren song" to get men to do that, and seeing how it *feels*. Then, in the midst of that vibe, I write about spiritual topics and *other* energies. Go figure. > And #2 is actually an old tale that gurus often tell about > the prostitute and the yogi. The yogi practiced his > meditations across the street from a prostitute and looked > down with upon her while she across the street admired the > yogi's spiritual practices and devotion. (To cut things > short) when death came to both the yogi went to hell and > the prostitute went to heaven. :-D That's my theory. For whatever reasons, I really DON'T look down on "sex workers." I see in them *humanity*, often more than I see in those who walk by with their noses in the air considering themselves "superior" to the prostitutes or strippers. As a result, during the time I was consulting there in Detroit, I actually got to know a couple of the strippers. Some of them were burnout cases or druggies, but a few actually *were* "only in it for the money." I wound up helping one to edit her Masters thesis in Psychology; she was stripping to earn an advanced degree. She didn't do lap dances and the owners of the place were fine with that because she was a real dancer (having studied ballet), and was the best dancer in the joint. Stripping allowed her to work only 20 hours a week and earn more money than most people on this forum have ever made in a week. She was the one I wrote the story about. I gave her a copy and she liked it a lot, and cited it in her thesis. I taught her to meditate (not TM), as I did several of the prostitutes at Yab Yum. I don't know whether they still meditate or not. > TurquoiseB wrote: > > I won't comment on Edg's rant, except to say that > > 1) it's a re-run of his projected rant about me > > being a "predator," and 2) I sat in that strip > > club and managed to see one of those strippers > > as a deva, a dakini, while Edg saw similar wommen > > only as worthy of looking down upon with scorn, > > from his oh-so-much-higher-than-they-were position > > of moral righteousness. I leave it to those in > > the FFL audience who can still think to determine > > which reflects more of spirituality. > > > > There are days when a human being makes me feel > > ashamed of sharing a species with them. This is > > one of those days.
