Image of a cornucopia basket with abundance of fresh fruits. Transcendental Yogi Tales #2

Transcendental Yogi Tales #2

 

Thanksgiving

 

The truth of our hearts

Lies in a moment in time

A thanksgiving of the divine

In which you blow my mind

As you are beautiful

But not in the physical

I adore your big beauty within

More than I ever could

And I love you so

Into a dream of deep care

From which I grow

And learn who I am

In this heart of mine

 

Thanksgiving

 

The joy of the soiree is in the care space of the Yogi. Yogi Bodhi is a gorgeous not sort of man who is bald, fosters a large appendage upon his face known as a nose, has big fat lips, dark skin and curly black eyebrows. His laugh is contagious however and he is known as the comedian Yogi of our hearts. Aspirants come to learn laughter, joy and hope giving birth to something new possibly after a life trauma but not always. Those who gather around the Yogi appreciate his sense of humor about life and about yourself. Each must be prepared to laugh at you as well as at others about the antics of partnership and friendship of the kinship variety of an amazing ashram of our hearts.

 

The room is candlelit for the dinner of the divine conception of ourselves. It is a spring gala event at Ashram Libertee. The room shimmers with silks of gold cast upon all tables. Glass bowls are laden with bountiful abundance of divine flavors that entice the senses to eat too much. Yogi Bodhi is a large man with a belly that jiggles as he laughs. Many in the ashram engorge themselves gaining weight over time if they stay too long. Those seeking partnership attempt to eat less but often fail due to the delight of the taste buds, if not the waistline. The Yogi encourages each to fill themselves grandly at each seasonal harvest ball in thanksgiving of self.

 

The music delights and some do dance and sing along with the many ashram story songs composed for the Yogi through time. Folk bump into one another due to the buxom nature of both male and female devotees of Ashram Libertee. It is a liberty to eat too much. It is a liberty to laugh too much. It is a liberty to feel free to do the opposite of what all other ashrams preach which is to fast, cleanse, grow lean and dance into the night swaying with another type of Yogi other than Yogi Bodhi.

 

Many join the ashram for a time just for the relief of all other experiences of ashrams through time that feel too limited. The merriment of the Yogi lifts their spirit and causes new hope to arise for a new life unfolding ahead. Partnerships do form occasionally and generally amongst those who restrain their appetite and are leaner in stature. Generally, those leaner motion on to other ashrams of more traditional stanzas of diet and nutrition that support the spiritual unfolding through time.

 

There is a belief in Ashram Libertee that the larger the body, the cushier the squeeze and hugging or tantric sway of the boudoir of self. Some do find this so but not all. The ashram takes a flight of the path of singles needing merriment first and romance second through time. Yogi Bodhi triggers many to heal through the humor of himself. He listens to the stories of each during his amazing healing sessions fostered in his own design. The story telling goes two ways and generally each returns from the healing boudoir of the Yogi feeling divine. The teaching of the Yogi is story oriented and Bodhi is a master story teller in himself. Each week the stories go into the night in the candlelight of the full moon. Most depart mesmerized and sleep well as they have also dined and drunk well too over the course of the evening.

 

Liquor is abundant in Ashram Libertee. Some ashrams have a no alcohol but a medicinal policy of self using hallucinogens instead for psychic reverie. Yet others are abundant in the alcohol but prohibit the medicinal drugs. Yet others prohibit both. For Yogi Bodhi, he prefers alcohol to drugs but does not disallow them if you choose for it in your private quarters. Some addicted to certain medicinal substances gather in the library on weekends to psychic reverie together. Generally, storytelling evenings presented by the Yogi are attended by all as the laughter is so contagious due to Bodhi’s crafty tales. Sometimes the drugs enhance the experience and those fostering the medicinal reverie flow from the library to the larger meeting hall.

 

The Yogi has no bride nor does anyone ever anticipate that this will be so given his size and stature of appearance. Oddly enough although this is the belief of the devotees Yogi Bodhi is always in a romance of some sort with someone but only in his lengthy stories. There is always the divine Madame and the difficult devotee or the glamorous fox with the disheveled eagle or the queen caught in the castle of the arms of her lover of not; or some other duet of some other story that each laughs heartily over in the romantic accolades of the Yogi himself. Many ponder his size and whether he will lose weight in the spring fasting like recommended in all other ashrams but this never does unfold. Yet others do fast to release the weight gained over the winter so that they can motion towards romance and another ashram by summer.

 

Along comes the most rotund of females and indeed Gailey is as large as Yogi Bodhi himself. She laughs buxomly and her bosom dances up and down almost hitting her face. The two together are a mesmerizing glance upon the ballroom dance floor as their bellies touch one another as they sway together in an unbelievable joy. Yogi Bodhi has found his match of a lifetime or so he hopes. Gailey is enticed by his beauty of size. The two wed by spring much to the surprise of the ashram. The wedding is an affair all of its own as the pair foster matching costumes in large abundance of fabric due to the needs of the seamstress involved. The gala affair is attended by all and a glorious spread of ordained food is once again offered up in the sublime dining hall of the Yogi. All drink, laugh, sway and love one another through the night.

 

The honeymoon is far away in a land of Gailey who turns out to be a wealthy widow of his heart. The pair adventure away from the ashram for a decadent time on the road and in the mansion of herself. The castle of Gailey is most amazing in all of its attire of furnishings suited to a larger figured person as herself. The Yogi feels very comfortable in all the cushions of herself and the pair fail to break the couch even if they sit upon it together. The two laugh and eat and sway together and gain even more weight before returning to the ashram.

 

The Yogi is convinced to spend some of Gailey’s fortune upon new furnishings for themselves to better sit together anywhere they need to in their private quarters or in the ashram itself. New furnishings arrive and arrive and arrive as Gailey redecorates the entire ashram to suit her own tastes. The devotees fall in love with it all as the colors are bright and the pieces are extravagant in their flavor of decorum as well as size.

 

The ashram grows not but does not shrink either. The devotees settle in for life it seems with mostly those with larger status physiques remaining through time. The food is always abundant and farmed upon the ashram land. The younger leaner status devotees unfortunately disappear leaving the gardening, cooking, and cleaning to those who are larger and soon complain about the task it seems.

 

Soon the Yogi and Gailey are confronted with a handful of devotees who love the ashram but not the chores associated. Gailey suggests that they choose to appeal more to younger people; but later chooses to hire servants to take care of the garden work, cleaning and cooking each day. The food is less delightful or abundant however, and soon several devotees take over the kitchen, once again producing lavish meals three times per day. The servants come and go, and soon it grows to be just a customary life for the larger size stature of devotees in love with Yogi Bodhi and his wife.

 

The years pass and soon Gailey is apparently running out of the funds to support the staff that gardens and cleans for the devotees. She announces this one Sunday morning brunch and explains that each must choose to pitch in for whatever is needed ahead. She is unwilling to sell her castle as it is the only piece of property she has retained. She and Yogi Bodhi adventure to her castle three times per year for a sacred retreat all of their own. She is unwilling to lease her castle out due to their own needs.

 

Soon the ashram turns increasingly sour due to all the labor to retain the abundant flow of food for the clan. Gailey suggests only two meals per day, breakfast and dinner instead. Although this does not appeal, the change is better upon the garden and kitchen it seems. Some do lose weight due to a liquid lunch too and more activity outside to slim the waistline.

 

The story telling evenings are the most abundantly cooked for always. The group wines and dines into the morn listening to the tales of the Yogi with grand laughter and fun and play. The ashram fails to grow as the reputation is of those who are obese and not designed for a sincere spiritual path. The Yogi Bodhi finally hears wind of this truth from three other Yogis who visit the ashram offering up their suggestions to himself. The guidance is for he and the ashram to try a one-month liquid diet and see if this is better for the health of the group. Three have died as of late of heart attacks or other problems due to an abundance of fat of themselves. Gailey passes one late night in a moonlit soiree with the Yogi who is broken hearted thereafter. The ashram does fast following her death, but not thereafter.

 

Soon Bodhi discovers he really cannot eat due to the loss of his wife. He slims down to half the size in about one year. The clan hardly recognizes his leaner face and stature but feel it is better for his health too. Most devotees however do not cease in the abundance of the engorgement of themselves at all. In fact, the food increases as lunch is restored to the ashram with an applause at the midnight ball at New Years as it is announced. A new chef has arrived who is as large as Bodhi was once and the food grows to be even more inspiring than before. Soon Bodhi begins to put on weight again and the ashram loves his abundant size even more than before.

 

The new chef Jonjon discovers his real passion which is a long-term devotee known as Elyse. Elyse is smaller by far but still abundant in her waistline. The pair smooch in the kitchen and make love on the table of themselves. Elyse begins as his chef assistant and soon ends up his wife. The ashram is delighted in the love of the two once again is present in ashram life that had been lost in Gailey’s death. The concept that two of abundant size can fall in love and marry catches finally for those remaining. By autumn there are four newlyweds but not for the Yogi himself. He enjoys watching the couples sit together on the large furnishings meant for a big status of size nonetheless.

 

A few others pass of strokes or heart attacks the year to follow. One couple loses their mate and is teary eyed from this point forward. Although the deaths are difficult, the party continues along with the abundance of thanksgiving over the dining table each day and night. The merriment continues in the story telling of Yogi Bodhi as a once a week celebration of life in all its abundance and joy.

 

The laughter grows even more so as a new story teller that is also larger in status joins the ashram. Obdulia is a buxom brunette and very beautiful in her large hips and bosom. Yogi Bodhi cannot help but motion his eyes down to her cleavage as she story tells of her adventures through time. The group loves Obdulia deeply and hopes she might marry the Yogi after all. Alas she is not attracted nor is he; but they do grow to be the best of friends through time.

 

Some think that Obdulia is the one for himself. No male appears to attract her and Bodhi is happier for this due to his need for companionship. The two sometimes adventure to the mansion of his former wife Gailey and return renewed and revitalized due to how the pair sway together. The ashram sings and swings in its balls through the following harvest season. A few others pass due to physical conditions associated with too much weight. The devotees are growing smaller in the ashram in numbers and this saddens the Yogi deeply. He is unclear how to attract many others due to their unusual stature of finding fulfillment through the thanksgiving of abundance. The group carries on nonetheless but grows in need of funds to repair the ashram.

 

Finally, the Yogi sells off his former wife’s mansion, bringing all the furnishing to the ashram. Some choose to repair or recover the couches and other furnishings that are very well built. Fabric is purchased, and those gifted take to sewing new linens, curtains and furnishing coverings and soon the ashram sparkles again like new. New clothes are also available to be sewn in greater abundance. Soon the delight of the physique of massive beauty has been also restored. Three more devotees pass by spring and the ashram is feeling the loss larger than ever to follow. There are abundant bedrooms now available. Some choose to expand their personal quarters to allow for two rooms instead of just one; or in a few cases three rooms. Soon the fun and merriment return as there is more space for each to enjoy.

 

The Yogi continues to mesmerize the group with his story telling along with his dear friend Obdulia. The group always applauds by dawn and then retires until noon arising for a massive brunch to be served to follow. The love of the clan and the love of the food fosters a smile on the fat face of each. No one questions the weight or size of each. The love is always there in the sway to the music of the gifted ones who can sing or play an instrument of some sort. The sun always rises and shines. The moon always caresses the sky at night. The love of the clan carries the group forward forever in the care of the Yogi of Thanksgiving.

 

In the love of Thanksgiving,

Master Ananda

 

Thanksgiving

 

The truth of our hearts

Lies in a moment in time

A thanksgiving of the divine

In which you blow my mind

As you are beautiful

But not in the physical

I adore your big beauty within

More than I ever could

And I love you so

Into a dream of deep care

From which I grow

And learn who I am

In this heart of mine

 

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Dedication

To all Beings in discovering the Love of the Love within themselves. May you walk in Love and Beauty on Earth.

 

Copyright

Creational © 2021, Asur’Ana, Aligning With Earth

 

This book has Creational Copyright. This information is offered for Theoretical Exploration only. Please accept only information that you resonate with and that are useful to your spiritual evolution, and let go of the rest.

 

The Ascension Insights series and related books offer information on consensus ascension. This type of ascension involves rising up the dimensions with Earth and as she ascends. These books disseminate information on having a complete ascension with the potential of taking the body with you.

 

The Light Wave series offer information on another type of ascension known as transfusion. Transfusion is an inward focused process where the Consciousness returns Home to the Source, All That Is, or the Tao, through one’s hologram, and the body is left behind in ascension.

 

Disclaimer

Asur’Ana does not dispense medical advice or prescribe the use of any technique as a form of treatment for physical, emotional, or medical problems without the advice of a physician, either directly or indirectly. The intent of the author is only to offer information of a general nature to help you in your quest for physical, emotional, mental and spiritual well-being. In the event you use any of the information in this book for yourself, which is your constitutional right, Aligning With Earth assumes no responsibility for your actions.

 

Resources

 

Asur’Ana. Light Wave 5: Yogi Tales of the Divine. Aligning With Earth, 2021. Digital.

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