The Churning
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From Chapter 5 Night Life
“It’s natural, isn’t it? Having sex or at least orgasms?” she said.
Natural,
Radha smiled at
“We should stop,”
“I can stop right now,” she teased. “I have perfect self control. A yogi you know.”
“Feels too good,” he said. “Jewish yogis really spin my chakras. None of you wear bras? Do you only wear natural cotton underwear?”
Clouds of cold mist drifted up from the lovers’ mouths and disappeared into the darkness of the old wood barn.
“I love it when you touch my tits,” she sighed. “You have strong hands from work.”
“I could stop now,” he said, rubbing against her thigh. “Shit, it’s too late!”
Body tightening, he moaned pulled her closer and the warm fluid flowed on her naked leg. After a minute of silence and holding tight she took a ripped scrap of cloth from her bag, wiped herself, and offered him the cloth. She strained in the dark to watch his hand wipe the fluid then melting against his body.
Comfort and warmth, she thought. Not like a romance novel. But mine, my lover. Short but nice, a boy God with a little linga thinga. He really loves my peaches, wants to shake my tree, the song went.
“We should lie here a little while,” she said. “No one will miss us in the bungalow. They’re all asleep.”
“Out of practice, rusty,”
“Cocks get rusty too? Like machines? How does a guy keep that thing working? Do you put oil on it?”
Rusty, next time, she thought. Kalyana, his lecture on the rust eating tools left outside. “Only ignorant people leave tools outside to rust,” he said. “Sometimes they don’t know any better or they just don’t care. Too much beer, jerking off and eating dead cows keeps people asleep. You can’t be a real yogi if you don’t take care of tools.” Time the great illusion eating people, cocks, metal tools, anything with form. Next time, a next time? Is the lovemaking what Sivananda calls, “sex like an animal?” Don’t animals have any fun at all? Is sex really just to make babies and bring us all back? What about just getting close and having fun? Are all swamis and monks gay after a while?
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Although a work of historic fiction, this book is based on real characters and my experience living in a yoga ashram in the seventies and eighties. It is an honest, seldom told, unusual account of living and studying in a unique time and place, an ashram in the
Central to this story is the exploration of challenges facing a modern guru, yogi, mystic or maybe mad person dealing with our speeded up age of materialism, consumerism and individualism. Hindu’s refer to our time as the Kali Yuga, age of machinery and turmoil.
The coming of Kali, the dark warrior Goddess of Hindu mythology, is a theme throughout the book. This writing explores the serious, silly, soulful and sensual nature of characters moving through time and place in search of the elusive Self. It is a great read for anyone interested in the roots of current popular yoga traditions, another side of hippie back to the land life styles and the challenging guru student relationship. There is also a mythic universal theme woven through the writing, references to the Hindu concept of changing times and what we might do to help in the evolution from darkness to light. But this is not a simple light, love, peace and be good yoga story. It is about the struggles and joys many of us go through in our spiritual growth and attempts to live a meaningful life.
About the Author
Devan Malore is a former monk and teacher, now artist, contractor, carpenter, writer, yogi and baby mystic. He is a few times winner of The Great New Hope Poetry Slam and has done readings, published short stories, poetry and writing in magazines including The Sun, Yoga Journal, Changes, The Advocate and a number of small local journals. In