The Power of Love-Joy Language

Gotta love language, esepcially when you don’t speak it.
What is really funny is seeing the attitudes of people dealing with others who don’t speak their language.
Here I was on the train from Poland to Germany, and apparently I was sitting in the first class.
Mind you I had been sitting in my seat for almost 3 hours, through the whole polish country side, and most of the train ride to dresden. Some where in Poland a ticket guy came to punch my ticket and never said anything, so how should I have known?
Suddenly I find myself with another ticket guy in front of me. This just one stop before the last stop in dresden, as I am feeling a bit worried if I was really on the right track .
I suppose since we crossed over the German side and most of the passengers were totally new ones by now they needed to check again.
So this young guy comes over, takes my ticket, and calls someone over.
At first I was afraid he was going to tell me that I did not get off in the right station since the ticket lady gave me a ticket to the last stop in Poland, but informed me to get off in Dresden, saying this is a cheaper way to buy the ticket. It was Karolina, who took me to the station who informed me of the deal the counter lady hooked me up with. Basically I saved about $10 off of a $95 ticket (to give you a reference, if I had known the price in time, I would have purchased an OLT Express flight to Berlin for $40 and then a train ride from Berlin to Leipzig for $20, saving both time and money as the train ride is 6 hr long).
As the young guy flagged down his team mates , i was playing in my head how i would handle the situation, basically relyng on my lack of local language skills, when a young lady with colored auburn hair and an older gentleman show up. They take my ticket and begin to point out that I have a class 2 ticket and that the number 1 is on the door to the area I am sitting in.
I am relieved that I don’t have to explain the whole ticket situation, but am surprised with the older gentleman attitude toward me.
I understand what he means immediately, but this older blond hair guy who does not speak English is livid, and in German is talking to me as I calmly get out of my lotus sitting position and attempt to put on my shoes.
Since he is in my face while I am getting ready to move, I smile and tell him to relax over and over, but he is on a mission to express himself, and by the tme I have my shoes on and am ready to walk out he sticks his hand and says: “forty euro” in English. Apparently he can count in English. I gather that he is suggesting that if I want to stay where I am sitting, even though at this point I am standing with my shoes on and reaching for my bag, I can pay him cash and stay in the four seat section at the rear of the three compartment train I am on.
The train itself is scarcely full, and I simply move to the next seat down and sit down. I literally moved four feet from where I was sitting. All to make this ticket guy content that he kept the first class “clean.”
Since I have German friends now, and I am going to Leipzig and Berlin on this trip to teach I will refrain from making association with this attitude to other events in German history, and only point out the smile, or is it a smirk, that I have as I write this side note on my iPad, watching the green landscape move by me at a mediocre speed.
I will take the super fast train from Antwerp to Paris next month, and it will be interesting to compare the train experience.
I’ll be sure to double check that I am not in the incorrect designated area.
Though last year I took quite a few trains around Europe and eventually realized that most ticket conductors are not this strict.
I tell you, those who do not get laid seem to have a real stick up the ass attitude…then again, I have not had sex either.
Oh wait, I did yoga, which means I literally had divine union with my real self, which technically is even better than just sex.
Love making is the connection of two people in the sense of non separation between them, much like yoga practice is the practice of uniting with the sense of divine that brought us here.
Love making, like yoga makes you joyful, connected, and giving.
Many people fuck, few people truly realize that sense of Love-Joy.
Then again many people do yoga, and few realize the same Love-Joy.
Yes, there is a sense of elation when we work out, which oftens gets confused by yogis with that sense of Love-Joy, as if because they have a sense of some deeper philosophy they are doing something that is superior to people who work out.
Let’s remember that Arnold Schwarzenegger said: “after Iwork out I feel like I had a great orgasm.”
Yes, the orgasmic feeling is a taste of the Love-Joy experience that is our true state of being, which is why men cum so fast, and many women choose not to cum at all (sorry ladies, those of you who have not enjoyed an orgasm need to realize that it truly is your own choice not to experience it).
Women, or I should say the Feminine, is way more connected to existence and to Love, and thus suffers much more when she recognizes that her partner was only interested in the moment sweetness, and not in the ever lasting grander of unification, which is why she chooses not to engage in mundane sexuality as often as men (yet that is rapidly changing as women seem to replicate the same existence as men).
All this leaves us with is a world that remains in the same isolated platform that leads a ticket conductor manager to look at a person who is sitting in first class with such disdain as if he just got spat on his face. As opposed to just smiling at a foreigners mistake.
They do say that children, who are connected to that sense of Joy, smile almost 400 times a day, but adults…only 15.
My students constantly tell me that I am like a child. Smiling, laughing, creating humor, and operating from a constant sense of wonder at even the most mundane things.
I thank them.
I thank Tom Robbins for putting these words in my soul after reading “Still Life with a Woodpecker” in one of my college courses:
“It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.”