Govinda Yost

My body is transformed. The boundaries melt and all comes into focus.

I am the words. I am the whip of the wind. I am the sky. I am the Universe.

Krishna consciousness peers through.

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I sit down to read the Bhagavad Gita. I’ve read it before. But something is different this time. The words start to shift everything around me. They start to sing out of the sound of the cow’s moo. They start to sing out of the chair I’m sitting on.

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I’ve been meditating with a wonderful practice called Ascension for at least an hour everyday for the past year now. I finished up my morning meditation and head outside, continuing the practice with my eyes open. There is a herd of cattle grazing nearby.

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One day in July 2021: I am sitting outside an old, barebones ranch house in Montana, overlooking the mountains in the distance. I am on the third week of a solo road trip across the country after I had quit my corporate analyst job to meditate and explore energy healing.

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