Here on earth it is not always reported, but the raising of consciousness - the being aware of consciousness - the consciousness of consciousness - or consciousness sqaured - is The Big Thing That Is Really Going On.

The silver lining to every major disaster from The Exxon Valdez to 9/11 to Princess Diana's departure, is that they are all part of the University of Consciousness that we have all matriculated in.

Some of us are doing the work on yoga mats and meditation pillows, some in bedrooms and gardens, some out on fields and in courts, some in hospitals and soup kitchens. And there are some - whom I think of as technosseurs - doing the work in engineering labs.

GLOBAL CONSCIOUSNESS PROJECT is run by a smarty pants Princeton prof (formerly part of the now-closed PEAR - Princeton Engineering Anomilies Research) and the good people over at the Center for Noetics. Through their network of EGGs (their name for Random Event Generators) they're able to track variations in Global Consciousness - and even more basically - to actually prove that a global consciousness exists.

Great piece on layogamagazine.com about lucid dreaming.

"My Other Car is a Yoga Mat" is my column about living my - your - our yoga off the mat, and deepening our practices on the mat. It's published in LA Yoga Magazine, Yoga Chicago Magazine and yogamates.com. The collected columns are also available online right here on the website.

But I know a lot of you don't have access to the magazines and/or don't like to read a lot of text online, but do dig listening to podcasts - plus I love recording audio - so now I'm making "My Other Car is a Yoga Mat" available in the groovalicious podcast format as well.

That means now you can enjoy "My Other Car is a Yoga Mat" in your car! Or on your mat:) Now enjoy Episode #3: "Arm and Arm"

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Podcast: 

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They say follow your bliss but I say follow your pain. Because I’m starting to notice that when I follow my pain, then my bliss follows me.

This happened recently with my arm pain. The pain had become so bad that at the end of class, sitting in final cross-legged position, instead of joining my om with those of my neighboring mat-mates, I was busy scanning my arms and shoulders, trying to pinpoint exactly where it hurt most. Or should I say where it didn’t hurt.

By the time we namasted, my inner whining was so loud I could barely hear the post-class chat I love so well. I left my mat where it was and cornered my teacher, my tense voice the very definition of the squeaky wheel.