Dya Kaur Is Me
Beverly Hills celebrity kundalini yoga icon Dya Kaur Libby Hudson Lydecker is really me, Dean McAdams. It’s just like looking in a mirror. I should have my own reality TV series. Caitlin Jenner, move on over, there’s a new kid in town!
Dya Kaur the failed actress is really me the failed musician, failed filmmaker, failed kundalini yoga teacher. Failed whatever. Dya did me a great big favor by saying no my ridiculous little yoga teacher dream. Women are always saying no to me. I have learned to work around them. For some reason Dya does not want me to practice yoga or be in the teacher training program at Yoga West. Okay cool, I’m gone. I’m free. I’m saving money. I would have burned out on the woo woo fakery long before the program ended.
I sometimes look at those old timey kundalini yogi’s with their white wardrobes and 3HO lifestyles and wonder if they feel like they have been hoodwinked by the whole white religious garment thing?
Teach Me Advanced Breathing, Not Talk Therapy!
There is no technical instruction at Yoga West. There is too much Age of Aquarius skulduggery. I want deep heavy breathing and movement. I want the freedom to be with God. Women like Dya Kaur just want to say no. She doesn’t even know what she is saying no to.
Kundalini Yoga Teacher Training Instructor Dya Kaur Libby Hudson Leydecker has inserted herself into my life as an obstacle to my practice. She is the block I must overcome in order to perfect my kundalini yoga practice. No problem. I was made for overcoming obstacles like her. I got into sex with men because of cold withholding women like Dya Kaur who use withholding of love, affection and sex as a weapon.
Take the Fight to Libby
The problem is that this Libby Hudson Leydecker person has not made any formal complaint to me or anyone else. So far all Libby has been able to do is kick me out of Yoga West. I had already cancelled my membership when she killed my classes the rest of the way off. Okay so no more kundalini yoga at Yoga West. How long will this follow me around? What if I try to take yoga at another kundalini yoga studio? What if I now I just save my money and go back to practicing yoga in the steam room at 5:00 a.m? How about if I take her shit back to her and throw it in her face? How about if I just say, “Why the fuck are your boobs jutting in my face?”
Dya Kaur Is My Liberation
I may never pay money for another class of any type again. I won’t pay for yoga. I won’t pay for violent degrading movies. I won’t pay for cold, emotionally withholding women like Libby Leydecker. For every door that is closed in my face, God opens another one.