Digest Number 766

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>As I have read Sri. Krishnamacharya found an ancient text named "Yoga Korunta"

and asked Pathabbi Jois to work on it. This text is the base of ashtanga yoga.

So Jois didn´t invented Ashtanga yoga.

 

That story has never been verified. The absence of this supposed ancient text

is explained thus: it was eaten by rats. Uh-huh, sure. The story was probably

invented to give a sense of history and lineage to a new style of yoga but the

fact is, Jois drew on ancient yoga traditions when he developed ashtanga so

there is no doubt of its link with history, even if he developed it instead of

finding it.

>Sad to know Jois compromise his practice to what makes money. I know many yoga

teachers who prefer to have a main income for living from other source than

yoga, but they are commited to transmit the 8 limbs of yoga in the way they were

taught.

 

I wouldn't think of it like that. If Jois didn't teach asana to Westerners,

he'd be dirt poor, and so would his family and his community. His shala has

brought prosperity to the whole town of Mysore and even studying just asana and

pranayama has enriched the lives of the Westerners, myself included, who study

ashtanga. He has written about the eight limbs and would certainly teach them

if there were interest. Perhaps people who have been to Mysore could speak more

knowledgably about this. Very few Westerners get advanced in the practice (and

advancement is usually measured by doing the asanas of the second & third

series, not by the other limbs) but there must be some who have studied beyond

the breath & postures.

 

Amanda

 

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