Everyone’s favorite stateside sadhu, Bhagavan Das, is making his way to David and Sharon‘s Jivamukti Yoga this Saturday, July 30th to drown all those in kirtan attendance in slightly Left Hand love of the Divine. Translation: Bhagavan Das is leading a kirtan at Jivamukti Yoga this Saturday. It starts at 8pm and will cost you 25 clams ahead of time and 30 burritos at the door.
From the Jivamukti events page:
Teacher, performer, counter-cultural icon, lover of God: Bhagavan Das is as rich and manifold as Existence itself. Bhagavan Das is one of the last living cultural icon of the 60’s. As Ram Das’s mentor (author of Be Here Now) he ushered in the New Age Spiritual Movement being the first Kirtan Artist in America. His groundbreaking album “Ah” (1971) produced by Jimmi Hendrix’s manager Michael Jeffrey’s was the first World Music album from Electric Ladyland. Bhagavan Das has also toured with Allen Ginsberg, opened for the Grateful Dead and sang with Bob Dylan. Living as a sadhu in India for six years Bhagavan Das studied the ancient science of Nada Yoga under the guidance and direction of his Guru Neem Karoli Baba. Nada Yoga is the path of devotion to the inner sound current as a means to God Realization. Alan Watt’s himself saying in a Rolling Stone review of the Album “Ah” that “Bhagavan Das is truly a Master of Nada Yoga”. To experience Bhagavan Das in concert is to receive Darshan of the Guru himself, to touch and be touched by the immortal essence of his Guru Neem Karoli Baba- as the Light of the Guru is delivered through the mystical and potent voice of Bhagavan Das.His devotion to his Guru as that living inner sound is what he shares and transmits to all that wish to receive this blessing. Bhagavan Das’s rare and sacred offering to this world is like a singing open heart heralding the Guru’s Grace through the vehicle of Sound.
My experience tells me that you’re gonna wanna get there early. Kirtan American style means grumpy yogis and yoginis vying for the perfect seat in the house, and you can rest assured that peeps are gonna get in and get in quick to stake a claim. I know this, ’cause I’m one of y’all, and I know what it means to be comfy for what could be a three-hour Bhakti-along. I’d tell you how I rock this, but then I’d be fighting you off the next time we get itchy to chant.
I, of course, missed the whole thing, but had a pleasant few seconds thinking about those pre-“concert” moments when I’d inevitably have to say to one of the many Om-printed-sarong-donning attendees, “Yes. I’m saving this spot for a friend.”
Then it would get slightly uncomfortable and we’d both end up saying to ourselves some version of “Serenity Now,” only in the chosen language of the evening: Sanskrit.