Subtle Body

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The Hatha Yoga tradition borrows its conception of the subtle body from Tantric Shaivism. Understanding idea, and touching down into the spheres of consciousness that it describes, can give us an illuminated sense of what we are doing when we practice Hatha Yoga.
This talks describes the Tantric conception of the subtle body, and its role in Hatha Yoga, through the mythology of Siva and Sakti.
This is is the second of four talks on the art and philosophy of Hatha Yoga, given in prelude to my four season philosophy immersion, Into the Depths. Next round begins May 28, 2022.
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@tomislavamalenica3976 4 ай бұрын

I can't tell what i enjoy more, listening to you or watching you do the practice

@gizemgoktas9814 2 жыл бұрын

The last two videos are so beneficial for us, full of wisdom. Thank you for putting this effort and sharing your knowledge! Namaste

@keithdoherty2385 6 ай бұрын

That was one of my favourite philosophy lessons ever

@szucsyp 2 жыл бұрын

Thank you so much for sharing this!!! * I bow to you *

@elisehill992 10 ай бұрын

Your stories keep causing me to feel total immersion and excitement - and lots of reflection. These philosophy stories are fantastic magical and rich. .

@artgrigorianmusicartyoga5491 2 жыл бұрын

You are creating a new language in non-duality :-) beautiful

@catrinrudling2812 2 жыл бұрын

So much knowledge, devotion and humility in the teachings of Ty Landrum - thank you for all you make available to us yogis 🙏☀️

@mark1c1 2 жыл бұрын

The Song of Wandering Aengus By William Butler Yeats I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun. Source: The Wind Among the Reeds (1899) I would like to share this poem here,having really enjoyed your last two videos.Although I feel like my head has been removed and rolled down a hill ,when I catch up with it and when the spinning stops ,all may become clearer just like the poem which I have pondered for many years.Perhaps I may just enjoy the pondering.With Thanks Mark.

@satyr0909 2 жыл бұрын

Thank you for shareing Mark, this poem is wonderfull . Enjoyed it here once again thank to you, Ty And the William :-) may Shiva and Shakti spell their light on you and Ty for this wonder you giving. Namaste!

@bharathivengadasalam8749 2 жыл бұрын

Deep bows of gratitude for this series of 4 🙏🏾

@jonyclapes 2 жыл бұрын

Amazing! Thanks for sharing.

@Amanda-yo2cd Жыл бұрын

My gosh, this was incredible! Truly fantastic. You explained this with beautiful clarity. Thank you for making this available. With immense gratitude 🙏🏼

@tylandrumyoga Жыл бұрын

Thank you much.

@sheikmunjah2241 2 жыл бұрын

Extremely inciteful into the mechanism of creation - much appreciated

@lucaslee2115 2 жыл бұрын

🙏🏻

@divorcedbrokepaleo7479 Жыл бұрын

Just as the universe has no end - ever expanding

@infiniteembrace 11 ай бұрын

Can you recommend some books that discuss exactly this on same or more detail ?

@satyr0909 2 жыл бұрын

Thank you. Speakind of Shiva-linga, - does the form, the traditianal represantation of Patangali is made, sitting on the coils of the lower part of his snake body look similar to it?