Bhajanist Yoga Is Not Worth It

Kundalini Yoga is Not Worth It

November 27, 2018 UPDATE | My research on kundalini yoga as taught by Yogi Bhajan is completed.  Forget this Bhajanist bullshit.  Bhajanism is based on the Fifth Dimension’s 1970 hit record The Age of Aquarius/Let The Sunshine In, fashion, pop culture a little yoga and a whole lot of the Sikh Religion.  There is no love or peace at Yoga West. 

Forget  Guru Singh’s kundalini yoga classes because they are not worth the money. What version of reality do you want to experience today? Do you feel better if you have an alien to fear? Comfort yourself with your sugar coated “us against them” pills as you watch the big game on TV.


Do you want universal integration with the Godhead or do you just want someone to feel sorry for you?  Would you accept the miracle of God’s perfect healing right now or do you prefer human attention?


Star Peace During Wartime

Can you remember a time when we were not at war? War and violence have always been here. Peace is a disruption of our warlike state of being. We are an aggressive species living on a competitive planet. Violence and darkness are just the low end of the universal mind. 

Earth Wars

Any aliens who may make their presence known to us will not be warlike. In order to travel the mind boggling distances of hundreds of light years, aliens will be using mental energy. Extraterrestrials will travel via meditation. Highly evolved humans are already traveling via meditation. Somewhere on a warm moist planet 200 million light years away from Earth, the local inhabitants are traveling through their little solar system via meditation.  

Alien Nation

What kind of planet do you want to live on today? Every day we each create our little individual truth and reality.  Star Wars, Star Peace. Hoodo Guru, Hula Girl. Dark Star, White Star.

Purchasing Your Ticket

It all depended upon where I buy into my version of reality. Unlimited monthly Kundalini yoga and white clothing, playing guitar in a hole-in-the-wall, or blogging for fish oil salesman? Surfing the white star peace machine, the choice is mine.

By Dean McAdams

Born a poor peckerwood in a Tujunga holler, Dean practiced secrets of the ancient & modern masters to end up liberated in the coastal paradise of West L.A.