Namo namaha.नमो नमः
I am starting a new theme. Focusing on one person who has been instrumental in inspiring me in any way on my Yoga journey. This can be a teacher, a student, a stranger, an article….. As long as it has influenced me in some way and merged into my practice I will honour it here in this segment. As my first entry I am honouring my asana teacher-trainer: Mark Breadner. I have simply copied off of his website what I feel is important to know about him, plus added my experience in as well. I hope you enjoy this new segment.
Who is Mark Breadner?
Mark Breadner is the longest serving teacher and yoga educator in Australia having trained over 1000 Yoga teachers globally. He has a distinct capacity to facilitate rapid growth, developed over 45 years of Yoga practise, teaching and training. Mark is also a qualified somatic psychotherapist.
What Does He Do?
Mark draws upon the essence of Yoga, and contemporizes its teachings so the everyday person can re-birth the dreams they have always had, but may have forgotten.
His services include:
” The Yoga model is utterly practical and based on common sense. People are not separate to anything else. We are exactly the same thing, conscious energy. “
Mark’s focus is the essence of Yoga ( Sanskrit for Union ) Yoga in essence. In Mark’s eyes, Yoga is much more than manipulating your limbs, wearing stylish exercise gear, drinking a green smoothie or having a nice butt. Though that can emerge through the practice, it is not the focus.
If you aren’t focusing on mastering your mind and connecting to self the stretching is useless.”
If this continues, one of us is going to stab each other heard a 7 year old boy. And in that very moment, all the expression of his personal potential was suppressed. Though he wanted to play, talk, sing, and move society had other plans for him.
I can’t be who I want to be the young boy concluded. And like anything that comes naturally, like damned water, it will fight against its boundaries to find a way to finally be free.
So for just over a decade, that boy felt to fill a void. He resorted to alcohol, excessive partying and recreational drugs making a lot of noise, but getting nowhere. He wasn’t driven by the life he wanted to live, but by the life he thought he lost. That was what he was trying to make up for.
Though he won sporting competitions, built an incredible physique, earned lots of money and was always in company of the most beautiful lady he could find he would find himself sitting down, feeling empty.
Whatever. Okay. Next.
Nothing was ever enough.
That boy, as you might have guessed, was me Mark Breadner. For many years of my life, I was lost, confused and at the whims of everything outside of me.
It wasn’t till I was 22 years of age, lying in bed and struggling with an auto-immune disease, that I finally took a long hard look at my life. Having tried so hard to achieve and gain acknowledgement, illness was a relief from my hectic schedule.
So, with time on my hands to look at himself, I got all existential on myself:
- Who am I?
- What am I here for?
- What am I meant to be doing?”
That’s when I returned to the essence of Yoga. One that I actually learnt from the age of 6. I returned to my path of personal growth and development.
I was looking to remember who I was
Eventually, I cranked up the courage to look at the anger I had been holding in for so many years. To see the shadows I was running away from for so many years.
I found myself at a 50 day tantric retreat in the Himalayas reciting mantras millions of times over in sacred spaces free of distractions. The anger was so potent it even burnt a hole in my small intestine. Painful beyond measure!
I was angry for not being who I wanted to be.
I eventually realized I was carrying the same anger as the voice I heard at 7-years of age. The voice of my father’s. And I realized it was me who created it. I can’t be who I want to be. Not my father.
With the wisdom of a much older version of me, I realized it wasn’t anyone’s fault. But that I was responsible for my experience. So a loving sense of forgiveness was what emerged, healing my wounds of the past.
Though I was looking to be fixed what I really wanted, was to remember. That nothing is broken, and that we are whole just the way we are. I had the answer all along.