But let us leave this academic dispute for another time. The reason why I have brought this Cylon-Ashtangi theory up again is because some recent developments in the Ashtanga blogosphere seem to have provided further support for this theory. The ramifications of this theory are considerable. For one thing, if this theory is true, it would prove the critics of Ashtanga right: Ashtanga is really not for everybody. It's only for Cylons. Which makes a lot of sense, if you think about it: Critics often charge that you would have to either be a teenage boy or inhumanly strong or flexible (or inhumanly able to take a ridiculous amount of mental and physical punishment, six days a week) in order to do Ashtanga regularly. Well, if all regular Ashtangis are in fact Cylons (even if they don't know it), this would prove the critics right, because Ashtangis would then be quite literally not human. And come to think of it, don't the behavior of teenage boys often make us wonder whether they come from another planet? Well, wonder no more...
But where's the evidence for this theory, you may ask? I'm getting there. Let's start from the beginning: In Battlestar Galactica, there are a total of twelve Cylon models. For most of the series (up to the end of season 3), only seven out of these twelve were revealed. Here are three of the models:
From left to right: Models six, three and eight.
[Image taken from here]
The remaining five models (a.k.a. the Final Five) were only revealed at the end of season 3. A key reason for this revelation was that the Final Five had an important role in God's plan: They are supposed to show humans and Cylons the way to the promised land, i.e. Earth.
Okay, so what has any of this to do with Ashtanga? Well, earlier today, Erica over at Ecstatic Adventures of the Exuberant Bodhisattva alerted us to a very important fact: There are presently seven types of Ashtangis. As a result of recent events in the Ashtanga blogosphere, Erica's Mula Bandha exploded (I hope you're okay, Erica), and God revealed the seven
1. Those who ask for
oral sex postures and
those who don't.
2. Those who
kiss and tell talk and write
about their practices, and those who don't.
3. Those who come to yoga able to do chaturanga, and those who come grabbing their ankles in backbends.
4. Those with bad knees, and those with bad backs.
5. Those who don't eat past four p.m. and those who grab slices of pizza on their way back from the bar.
6. Those who practice during their periods and those who use their moon time to gather their menstrual fluids and store them in the refrigerator amongst the peanut butter and the jam and the vegan mayonnaise.
7. Those who eat vegan mayonnaise and those who think that soy is the devil, but so are eggs, ("Yegs, very bad," as Guruji was once quoted), and well, maybe I have already mentioned food a couple too many times.
Erica also advises that regardless of which type you fall under (or do not fall under), there is only one thing to do: "Do whatever the fuck you want, reconsider every once and awhile, and then do whatever the fuck you want again."
This is actually very good advice, in light of what we have learned from Battlestar Galactica. If what your type is is already predetermined by God, what would be the use of fighting it and trying to be any different? You would just be imposing unnecessary suffering on yourself. Just surrender to your type, and in the words of a famous Cylon, "Do your practice, and all is coming."
He's probably wearing those shades to hide those Cylon eyes.
But here's something else to think about: If Battlestar Galactica is correct, this would mean that there are five more Cylon/Ashtangi models that have yet to be revealed, and who will only be revealed to us when the time is ripe for us to go to the Ashtanga Promised Land (hmm... but what is the Ashtanga Promised Land?). I, of course, have not the slightest idea who the Final Five Ashtangis are. But I can always speculate:
She is quite possibly one of the Final Five.
But there's only so much speculation I can indulge in before I start pissing God off. So I'll stop here. Besides, it's getting close to that time of the day: Time for my nightly dose of Battlestar Galactica. More later.