#i tried to think of a swedish composer that would be appropriate but the more modern ones are very angular and i dont think Wille would be

[youngroyals-hc]

Wille and Simon are at the castle their final night before returning to Hillerska after the Jubilee day speech and Wille takes Simon's hand and starts to direct him to a wing they haven't been to yet. Simon follows along a little bemused because Wille seems so intent, but they reach a door that Wille pushes open to reveal a beautiful Fazioli grand piano in an airy sitting room. Wille tugs Simon over to the piano stool and they sit together. Wille's gaze darts around before settling on Simon's gaze and asking "will you play the song for me?" And Simon says "you mean the one from the ball?" And Wille nods his head and Simon huffs out a little laugh and says "it's not very happy Wille" and he replies "I don't care, you wrote it about me. No one's ever done that before" so Simon sings it for him while Wille closes his eyes and gently sways. When he finishes Wille opens his eyes and grins, clapping for Simon who laughs and hides his head in Wille's shoulder. He sits up and looks at Wille and says "now you play something for me." And Wille groans a little and says "but you're so much better than me, I was just made to learn for ages because apparently that's something a prince has to do." And Simon says "well at least you can read music! Surely you can still remember something" and Wille looks a little nervous but nods and settled his hands over the keys. He plays Simon Poulenc, and his fingers are sure in the movement. Simon almost stops breathing from concentrating on the sound Wille makes. When the piece finishes he just turns to Wille and stares before gently shoving him and saying "what the fuck Wille I thought you said you weren't very good!" And Wille goes pink and says "I'm not, I don't have the music... In me like you do. I mean 11 years of learning and that's all I've got to show for it? You've never had one lesson and you write these incredible songs!" And Simon just has to laugh because he knows Wille won't change his mind. Instead, he turns and says "maybe we could write a song together? With your theory and my so called innate talent, we could be the new Leonard and McCartney!" And Wille just barks out a laugh and says "oh yeah, you really think so? Well guess we better get started!"

As they laugh and make up silly lyrics and melodies together, Kristina walks by and stops when she hears them. She pokes her head around to glance at Wille and Simon at the piano, smiling and teasing each other. Her façade drops slightly, seeing for the first time her son interacting with someone who wasn't Erik so carefree and brightly. Something clicks inside her, and she realises that Simon isn't going anywhere. This isn't some little sexual exploration that Wille would eventually grow out of. Her son was in love, and nothing would change that.

[dantexlykos]

🧠 | ☀️ | 🗯️ (for Anders)

"Much I have travelled,  much have I tried out, much have I tested the Powers; from where will a sun come into the smooth heaven  when Fenrir has assailed this one?" -   Völuspá, Poetic Edda

🧠 a time my muse thought about yours.

Corinthia, the city of wine and prostitutes. It was why Dante had chosen it, getting drunk and whoring around felt like the appropriate way to mend the rift that had formed in his broken heart. He had all this power at his disposal that he did not understand, and worst of all, Dante was alone. But that was his burden to carry now, his family had made it clear that he was no longer welcome among them.

The city wasn’t meant to be anything more than a brief stop, a little fun, a little drink, then the genasi would be on his way. But a few days turned into a week, turned into several, then after a handful of months the genasi decided to make it official. Dante was sat in the chair of the local tattoo parlour when his thoughts wandered towards Anders, he knew the burden that his brother carried was a heavy one, made that much greater now that it was solely shared between him and their sister, Hela. 

“What were you thinking?” The man asked, they were still in the designing stage and truthfully Dante wasn’t sure, just that he wanted something other than the nordic runes he and a few others had drawn into each other’s skin years prior. Norse culture was something that Dante was trying to get away from, yet he knew, even with the severing of his tie to Hel, it was ingrained in him still. 

“I want to start with a wolf, here,” Dante pointed to his left forearm, his heavy Swedish accent still fumbled with the Greek, but the genasi was a fast learner. 

“Aren’t they supposed to be taboo?” The genasi shook his head, Fenrir was mistakenly painted as a monster that was to be thwarted and tamed by Odin, but Hakon was a hero to the Häljesta. Besides, this wasn’t for him.

“Not as much as you might think.”

☀️ a time my muse let yours take care of them.  

A sickness had struck the young witch Dante, one that even the Häljesta’s healers could do nothing for but offer simple balms to try and quell the fever that had peaked within the boy. His parents were - who knew where - and Hela was with them. There were rumours of a genasi in the area and it was to deal with the intrusive outsider that the bulk of the coven was called away. Anders should have been as well, he was a dire wolf shifter, young, strong, but he had argued that he should remain. That Dante should not be left alone to battle this ailment. 

It had come as a dream, the sound of his brother as he argued with their parents, in the end they relented, they had more than enough who were able-bodied and ready, and if Anders chose to remain behind then that was his decision. Dante wheezed, still small, and weak, he was delirious as sweat soaked his clothes and sheets. Layered in warm furs, Dante shuttered still, his teeth chattered and anything that the healers gave him was soon in the bucket next to his bed. 

A day passed, then another, and his condition worsened. At midday Dante would awaken to see Anders cleaning out the pale, fetching more tonics, more balms, demanding the healers try again. At nightfall his brother was there, encouraging him to try and eat, to drink, to do what he could to keep his strength up. At night Dante would awaken and see his brother still sat in the chair beside his bed, his loud snoring prominent but comforting at the same time. In the early morning he would see Anders bent over Dante’s sketchbook, the figures that the witch would breathe life into. By the third day his brother acquiesced, and against the healer’s advice, permitted the hounds to join them in Dante’s tent. They slept about them, Dante’s favourites on the bed with him. 

The fourth night Dante awoke to the sound of prayer, to the sound of his brother praying to every God across the nine realms. The witch could hear him weeping through the hymn, and when next Dante awoke, his fever had broken. He ate, and he drank, then after a few days his strength had returned. Anders pretended as if it was nothing, that he knew Dante was going to be fine the whole time, but he knew the truth: they were both scared. 

🗯️ a time my muse didn’t text / call yours.

Years had passed, and there was nothing from his family. No word, no letters, no phone calls, no attempt of any kind to make contact. Dante knew that when they cast him out that he would never be allowed to return again, he knew that things had changed. Forever. Still, he had expected someone to reach out, Hela? Anders? But there was nothing but silence. One day they were a family, then after a single decision they had cut him out of his life completely. 

And he was good now. Happy. He had power, he had a passion, he had friends. The genasi had come into his own and had not needed to sink to the depths that the Häljesta associated with his kind. It was narrow-minded, and while once Dante had thought that his family composed the greatest coven in the world, years away had lent him the knowledge of how their rigid conformity to their traditions blinded them to the changing world around them. 

Still, he missed them, and it did not matter how much power or wealth the genasi amassed, it did not matter how many cars or motorcycles were in his garage, all they were doing was compensating for the thing he was missing most. Love. Dante sat in his living room and stared at his phone, the place was big, but quiet, always quiet. The cavern below was soundproofed and sealed off by magic, and while his mind roamed distantly to his secrets below, they sat primarily with his brother. Anders. Dante wanted to call him, he had his number keyed in and everything, but the genasi didn’t want to be the one to go crawling back. He didn’t think he had anything to apologize for. 

Anders, like the others, had said that Dante had made his choice, and now he needed to live with it. He closed his phone, and returned to his magic, it, perhaps even more than wealth or earthly possessions, remained a comfort to him. 

[thewolfmancometh]

Lords of Chaos (2018) [REVIEW]

You know how you might be scrolling through the internet and you see friends and acquaintances participating in something and your immediate reaction is, “Ugh, I can’t believe these people, I’ll never be caught DEAD doing that because I am too cool for it and would rather do this OTHER thing which will make me look INFINITELY cooler when other people see me doing it!” Well, now imagine you like metal, live in Norway, and it’s the ’90s. Well, if that’s the case, you’ll end up creating a musical style that is “darker” and “more evil” than everything anyone else is playing, which you’ll call “black metal.” Oh, and if you are so committed to this “cause” that you murder people, then you’re the characters in Lords of Chaos, which explores the burgeoning black metal scene, specifically through the eyes of the real-life musicians responsible for Mayhem and Burzum. Lords of Chaos is a twisted and compelling exploration of posers who define themselves by being edgier than their peers and who are so detached from reality that they don’t realize that they’re the ones putting up a front yet have the privilege and means to “fake it ’til they make it.”

Fans of this blog will know that this is usually the part where I describe the plot, yet the plot is so bananas that it must be seen to be believed. Making matters more interesting is that, while some details are dramatized, the more horrific and shocking elements are lifted from the actual metal scene in Norway, which you could learn about through a quick Wikipedia browse. Let’s just say there are murders, suicides, animal sacrifices, church burnings, and young boys trying to look scary by painting their faces with makeup.

You might notice that I’ve categorized this film as both a “horror movie” and also a “non-horror movie.” Pretty weird, huh? Allow me to explain! The film isn’t horrifying in the traditional sense in that there’s some sort of serial killer or supernatural force that motivates the narrative, so in that regard, it’s definitely not a horror movie. However, the events that unfold are deeply unsettling, not only in its depictions of horrible violence, but also in the ways these privileged youths compose themselves and will rattle you to your core. The narrative, as well as the true-life events that inspired it, is a game of one-upmanship that leads our characters to commit disturbing things.

What makes director Jonas Åkerlund‘s depictions of this story so effective is that he never tries to make the characters look cool, because they, well, aren’t. While there is surely an air of mystique to how such a bizarre subgenre of music came together, what with the images of bands wearing corpse paint and what seems to be an infatuation with the devil, the director makes it quite clear that these kids chose to wear corpse paint and worship the devil, really for no other reason than to fabricate an image of themselves that would inspire this mystique. Decades later, there are still people intimidated by such figures, with Lords of Chaos showing that the founders of this “movement” were as insecure as anyone.

Another strength of the film is that, while we might relate to feelings of teenage angst or depression, Åkerlund focuses on empathy over sympathy. These kids (who become adults throughout the film) are frustrated by all of the things every teen must encounter in their adolescence, yet it appears as though no one was around to keep them in check. We can feel bad for someone struggling with depression, sure, but when they reveal that they like to kill cats as performative evil, we stop caring about how their journey turns out. The acts of violence, sadism, and racism are all injected into the story with appropriate timing to snap you back to reality when you begin to feel sorry for the characters and these acts are depicted objectively, as these assholes really were that awful, regardless of whether or not you liked the sounds their musical instruments made.

Here’s the thing: the story of the founding of Mayhem and the birth of black metal is an intrinsically Norwegian story, so when the film begins and the American actors are speaking in very American accents, it’s a little…jarring. Days later, I’m still trying to come to grips with this. Take a movie like David Fincher’s Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, for example, where all of the actors put on phony Swedish accents while speaking English, only for various signage around the scenery to be written in Swedish. Kinda weird, but the movie is meant to be more accessible to American audiences than the original films and it at least makes sense that this authenticity had to be sacrificed. Having all of these Norwegian characters speaking without a hint of an accent, only for various ancillary characters to show up and speak with Norwegian accents took me out of the experience multiple times. Admittedly, this could be another way that the director wanted to make the central characters stand out from the rest of their community, subconsciously showing how these protagonists never fit in, but you, too, might just be thrown off by the whole thing and raise an eyebrow when Rory Culkin says, “True Norwegian black metal,” in perfect American. I couldn’t help but wish Scandinavian actors could have been found for the necessary roles, with this core component making the film feel more committed to accessibility than to authenticity. There’s also the argument that this adds another layer to the performative nature of the narrative, but I think I’m just talking myself in circles at this point and you can see what I’m getting at.

While I can’t say anyone will enjoy watching Lords of Chaos, it’s a fascinating exploration of a unique time in metal’s history, in addition to delivering a cautionary tale of leading a performative life. If you feel evil, be evil, but don’t be evil just because you want to prove you’re more evil than anyone else, because then you will become the ultimate poser and might as well put on your corpse paint to go to the mall.

Wolfman Moon Scale

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[borisbubbles]

16. SERBIA

Balkanika - “Nova Deca” 19th place

Out of all the positive morphs I experienced this year, Serbia was the one that I suspected the least. I never hated them the way others did, but eh, I didn’t think highly of them either. Especially when the backstage clips showed them enterting the stage dressed up like members of some inauspicious fertility cult. “Oh.” I thought. “Another Genealogy. Except it won’t make the final. Whatever, NEXT”

How wrong I was though, because it did qualify and caused me to re-evaluate all I knew about life and come to the fucking conclusion that... this is really fucking good??? HOW is an exaggerated mess that has accurately been described as “Balkan Megamix Volume 3″ this great? 

I actually don’t have a clear answer for this as i’m writing this down (we haven’t reached the songs I would spam the replay button on yet), but the core of it is that Balkanika tried REALLY hard to condense 900+ years worth of Balkanic musical tradition in a mere three minutes and fucking pulled it off by... striking battle poses like some Ethno-Power Rangers

GO GO BALKAN RANGERS!!!

The choreography as a whole is just so extra and beautifully overacted. The entire way through, the members of Balkanika strike poses as if in Madonna’s “Vogue”, guided on by the beguiling tunes conjured by Ljubomir’s magic whistle-wand [ed.: here’s the best gif i could make of Old Rasflutin’s background flailing, but it’s way funnier if you pay attention to his presence as you watch “Nova Deca” unfold, so SCROLL UP AND REWATCH RIGHT NAO!!!]:   

Such a beautiful presence we’re not worthy of, y’all. All while the rest of Balkanika are either serving some epic 90 Percussion realness:

or chanelling some Project: Waters of Life sillyness

This could have so easily turned into a San Marinese goopy mess (which I don’t think too highly of, as you know), and briefly it looked like this would be the case; Instead, we found something better.

The plain answer however, lies in that Balkanika didn’t try to be funny and that makes a massive difference. Every piece of overacting, from Mladen’s creepy stares to Ra-Ra-Rasflutin (Serbia’s greatest love machine) prodding the action on from the background, is the product of intense belief and dedication, which... makes it hysterical, but in an endearing sort of way. Balkanika really just can’t help themselves. <3 

However, as I have to take things into account other than just act, I can’t really drag Balkanika much higher than this. Their song, while cool in concept, is kinda a bit too overloaded with quirks, which are largely lost to me because you know, show-stopping staging. (lol I just realized this is such a reverse “O jardim”, how neat they will now be forever ranked next to one another in this ranking). “Nova Deca” also suffers from the fact that I already had a large slew of other faves before I started to love them. As a whole, I think they have the least to offer of those left in the ranking. Oh well, at least we’ll forever have this: 

<3

RANKING SO FAR:

16. Serbia (Balkanika - “Nova Deca”)

17. Portugal (Cláudia Pascoal - “O jardim”)

18. The Netherlands (Waylon - “Outlaw in ‘em”)

19. Ukraine (MÉLOVIN - “Under the ladder”)

20. Macedonia (Eye Cue - “Lost and Found”)

21. San Marino (Jessika ft. Jenifer Brening - “Who We Are”)

22. Sweden (Benjamin Ingrosso - “Dance You Off”)

23. Austria (Cesár Sampson - “Nobody but you”)

24. Latvia (Laura Rizzotto - “Funny girl”)

25. Azerbaijan (AISEL - “X my heart”)

26. Israel (Netta - “Toy”)

27. Norway (Alexander Rybak  - “That’s how you write a song”)

28. Montenegro (Vanja Radovanovic - “Inje”)

29. Armenia (Sevak Khanagyan - “Qami”)

30. Poland (Gromee ft. Lukas Meijer - “Light me up”)

31. Greece (Yianna Terzi - “Oniro mou”)

32. Georgia (Iriao - “For you”)

33. Belgium (Sennek - “A matter of time”)

34. Italy (Ermal Meta & Fabrizio Moro - “Non mi avete fatto niente)

35. Romania (The Humans - “Goodbye”)

36. Ireland (Ryan O'Shaughnessy - “Together”)

37. Croatia (Franka - “Crazy”)

38. Belarus (ALEKSEEV - “Forever”)

39. Russia (Julia Samoylova - “I Won’t Break”)

40. Spain (Amaia & Alfred - “Tu canción”)

41. Iceland (Ari Ólafsson - “Our choice”)

42. Australia (Jessica Mauboy - “We Got Love”)

43. Czech Republic (Mikolas Josef - “Lie to me”)

FOOTNOTES (optional)

1) I decided not to credit Sanja Ilic simply because he wasn’t on the stage and I feel it’s kinda unfair to credit him just based on his merit as a composer, while Isaura composed AND performed second fiddle to Cláudia, without a letter of on-screen credit. 

2) Re: Intentional vs Unintentional humour: The reason why intentional humour rarely works for me is that it comes with the built-in pressure to laugh, which... makes me less inclined to find something funny because it kinda takes away the choice element of it. Like, I think I have a fairly okay sense of humour, I can decide for myself what I find funny, you know? This is why intentional humour rarely works for me, while unintentional humour nearly always does. For reference, dial back to where I ranked Israel and Norway and Czechia and San Marino (or “Yodel it” and “Space” from last year), all acts that piggybacked on scripted humour

3) DoReDos are one of the few instances this year where intentional humour totally worked for me, although I also realize they’ve largely been hit-or-miss. But we won’t be discussing that soon.

4) Me being a history nerd, I also think the idea of “weaving a song out of literally every Serbian musical quirk ever” is a really cool song concept. It really comes close to an earnest, Balkanic version of “Swedish Smörgåsbord”  <3 5) “Nova Deca” is a way more accurate representation of what actual balkan music sounds like (as opposed to the tiresome, tedious, boring Balkan Ballad). The Folk music channels in Bulgaria, for instance play “Nova Deca”-esque songs all day.   6) A funny argument between my mom and I occured during this song. My mom, who is Bulgarian, argued that Balkanika plagiarized their song from Bulgarian Polyphonic Singing. When I pointed out the song was based on the Byzantine musical traditions, she claimed that the Byzantines stole them from the Bulgarians, which is historically implausible (see note 8). This is one of many reasons I think little of ethnocentrism and nationalism, especially from the Slavs and Greeks. Everyone accuses one another of cultural appropriation (see again: Macedoniagate), when in fact, their geographical proximity exposed them to similar cultural ideas and their geopolitics (warmongering) turned it into a mutually unintelligible wash. 

7) Besides, the entire point of the Balkans is that they support each other due to their cultural similarities in spite of wishing horrific, painful deaths on one another.  <3

8) HISTORY LESSONS WITH BORIS #1: Polyphonic Singing.  Polyphonic singing evolved as a Byzantine response to Roman Catholic liturgical chanting (instituted by Charlemagne, who as Holy Roman Emperor, took measures in making the religion more accessible to the common folk. How do we make the Bible popular? By teaching rich people how to read! What a genius. <3 ). Thus, polyphony spread as Byzantine Christianity spread, which would later become Eastern Orthodoxy after the East-West Schism in the 11th century AD. (hence why polyphony is such a big cultural benchmark all Eastern Orthodox nations, including Russia and Georgia, but not Armenia until their annexation by the Russian Empire in the 19th Century AD (since Armenian Christianity is a cadet branch of Oriental Orthodoxy, which split from Catholicism in the 4th century AD).  Anyway, Bulgaria historically played a massive role in spreading Christianity and its liturgical chanting to their pagan Balkan neighbours, after the Bulgarian Knyaz (a fancy way of saying “Khan”) Boris I converted under the pressure of Byzantine Emperor Michael III. Boris (whom, as you might have guessed, I was named after) used Christianity to pacify the squabbling lords of his realm (which included both pagans and Catholics) and oversaw the creation of the Glagolitic (liturgical) and Cyrrilic scripts to speed up the spread, paving the way for Bulgaria’s Golden Age under his son Simeon. During that Golden Age, btw, much of what is now Serbia came under Bulgarian control, including Belgrade.  So while the Serbs probably did learn polyphony from the Bulgarians, the Bulgarians absolutely, totally, learned it from the Byzantines, who invented the damn’ thing, in their own spin on Charlemagne’s popular church choirs. Mum, you’re WRONG. O:-)

[beatricenius]

Please post the fic where Hannigram slay nazis in Sweden. Regards, someone who was at the bookfair in Gothenberg during the demokrati.

@pragnificent who requested Will and Hannibal killing neo-Nazis to begin with. This fic is based on things Nordfront (Nordic Resistance Movement) has done. Warning for xenophobia/homophobia. And graphic depictions of violence, since these things don’t go unpunished. 

It had been a deliberate assertion on Hannibal’s part – of that much, Will was certain.

They were currently making their way through Sweden, and while making a stop in a small town up north, they noticed an odd-looking man standing outside of a mall, one hand behind his steel rod back and a large green banner in the other. He was wearing a white shirt and black slacks, and looking around, Will could see a number of men in the same outfit circling the area. Some of them carried cellphones that they both, in retrospect, should have been more suspicious of. Hannibal spared none of them so much as a glance, but when they passed the man with the banner, his hand slipped into Will’s and squeezed.

The man’s gaze snapped toward them and one of the phones were immediately directed at them. 

Will wasn’t familiar at all with Swedish and had no clue whether Hannibal had any knowledge of Nordic languages, but when the man started talking while letting the phone follow their movements, Will caught Hannibal’s gaze and found his concern mirrored. Hannibal remained perfectly composed as usual, holding his hand in a firm grip as they kept walking.

*

“The banner belongs to a far-right movement,” Hannibal said, tapping on his tablet. “Neo-Nazis, specifically. It appears there is an LGBT event in town and they have gathered to oppose it. Their website contains videos of similar events, where they have filmed participants.”

Will glanced at the screen, where there was shaky footage of two young women with pink and purple hair holding hands while the man behind the camera talked, presumably addressing the viewers rather than the women he was filming.

“Why? I mean, what’s he saying?”

“Unkind things,” Hannibal said, pausing the video. “I assume it’s partly to ridicule, partly to get a message across.”

Will worried his lip between his teeth. “They totally filmed us.”

“I doubt it’s very compromising. It’s a rather obscure website.”

“Still. We should do something before they post it.”

It took no more than a few taps and swipes before they found the familiar face of the man holding the phone on Facebook. His name wasn’t even altered, judging by the fact that an address and other personal information could be found tied to it. He looked young – something about the hair slicked back from his face, drawing attention to his large, kind eyes, but every source they came across stated he was in his thirties. And everything he shared on his social media accounts opposed the idea that he was in any way kind.

“We should hurry. Who knows when they’ll post it,” Will said. “You think they’re still out?”

“We can find out.”

“What do we do when we find out?”

“We ask, politely, that they remove the video.”

*

Asking politely turned out to be an unsuccessful approach. They made sure to walk up to the man with the cellphone when he was alone waiting for a bus, far away from his friends. When the man only shook his head and told them he didn’t know what they were talking about, they gave each other a look and proceeded to trail the bus with their car.

Once the man unlocked the door to his dark, seemingly empty apartment, Hannibal crept up behind him and knocked his head against the brick of the building, hard enough that he fell to the ground, hands cradled around his skull. Hannibal snatched up his phone and pocketed it.

“I wonder what he said when he filmed us,” Will wondered aloud.

“I would rather not find out.”

The man groaned, blinking as if he was confused. His hand started searching the ground and Will caught the moment it started moving where his pocket was, but before he sprang into action, Hannibal stepped down on his hand.

“I wouldn’t,” Hannibal cautioned, digging the sole of his shoe into the meat of his hand until he cried out. The man’s eyes lit up with recognition as he looked up at him, then there was a conflicted mixture of anger, amusement and fear on his face.

“Would you prefer to hold it, maybe?” He sneered. “You just stole my phone and assaulted me. I could report you.”

He tried to get up, and Will stomped down on his chest so forcibly that his head knocked against the ground again. He cried out and hissed a short, angry word, presumably a curse. When he tried to get up a second time, Will dragged him up, wrenched his arm behind his back and forced him face down against the pavement, placing one knee on his back to lock him down.

“You really want to know what I said in the video?” The man ground out. There was blood in his sandy hair and behind the layers of anger and fear and seething hatred, his eyes held a look of disgust. “I said you two should serve as a reminder why the country needs to be closed to outside influences. We don’t want no homophile foreigners dragging the perverse decadence of the upper classes into our honest, hard-working communities.”

“How risky would it be for us to just kill this fucker right now?” Will asked Hannibal. He didn’t know he would be so badly affected by what came out of the man’s mouth, but he was, jaws tensing as anger thrummed alive beneath his skin.

Hannibal opened the door to the apartment with his sleeve, glancing inside.

“If we leave tonight, I suppose it’s a risk we could hazard,” He said, gesturing for Will to come inside.

*

Somewhere between being dragged into his own apartment and strapped down into a chair with a roll of duct tape, the man started acting appropriately scared.

“Poetic justice is tempting,” Hannibal mused aloud. “But I’m afraid the destruction the Nazi regime caused is far too extensive to be applied to one single victim.”

Fear made the man quiet. Will liked that, simply because there was satisfaction to the idea of them having a humbling effect on him. He watched as Hannibal stalked closer, putting his hands on the armrests of the chair.

“It has been said that the Nazis utilized the prisoners kept at the concentration camps for everyday items,” Hannibal leaned closer to the man’s face, effortlessly imposing. “I will have you know that I’m quite crafty myself.”

“There’s an idea,” Will said, though he knew Hannibal was merely trying to intimidate him. They didn’t have time for anything elaborate. “There would be some use for you then, wouldn’t it? Nazi piece of shit.”

“Fuck you,” The words shuddered out of him, but his eyes still held an edge that Will wanted to whittle away at. He shot Hannibal a look.

“Get the duct tape. I don’t want him waking up the neighbors once we start.”

Hannibal stepped back and got the tape while Will picked out his knife from his pocket, advancing slowly.

“I’m not even a fucking Nazi,” The man said, sounding far less confident now. “There’s nothing in our program suggesting—”

“I don’t care what fancy word you want to use,” Will pointed the knife at him. “A Nazi’s a Nazi. You would show your face in public, real name listed everywhere, like you expect no consequences to your actions. Like you’re a predator in a world full of prey, when violent politics spawn violent resistance. What the fuck made you think you’re entitled to safety when you want nothing but to make the world unsafe for everyone that isn’t like you?”

The man tried to jerk away from his restraints, eyes gaining a bright, fevered sheen Will recognized as panic. Hannibal placed a long strip of tape over his mouth, wrapping it all the way around his head for good measure. Satisfied with the tableau, Will tightened his grip on the handle of his knife and stuck it full-force through the front of the man’s pants, twisting the blade in his genitals. The symbolism of it was crude, but Will wanted to speak a language he could understand.

“You want violence, we’ll give you violence,” He said, words slightly drowned out by muffled screaming. If the man’s pants hadn’t been black, he imagined that red stains would spread like watercolor on wet paper. Now they simply looked wet, dark and glistening in the harsh white light of the room. He yanked the knife out and passed it to Hannibal, who accepted it wordlessly.

There was an odd solemnity to Hannibal’s face that Will couldn’t help but notice, a certain vacancy in his eyes that he immediately found disconcerting. It looked like he was far away – a lack of mental presence that Will didn’t recognize in him at all.

He decided to ask later, once Hannibal wasn’t wrists-deep in another man’s torso, prolonging his suffering with a cruel, almost casual efficiency that could only be acquired through years of experience.

*

“Should we have taken something from him?” Will asked from the driver’s seat once they were back in their car. It was dark now and the street lights outside spilled yellow on Hannibal’s face, hollowing his cheeks with dramatic shadows.

“No,” He said. “It’s better we don’t leave our usual MO. We came here to throw Crawford off our scent, the last thing we want is for anyone to be able to track us.”

Will nodded. Something still felt vaguely off. He turned to look at him, searching Hannibal’s face for clues it refused to give.

“Are you ok?” He asked, tentatively.

A small smile softened Hannibal’s features and he didn’t quite snort, but his breath hitched.

“Do you have any reason to believe I’m not?”

Will tried to think of a delicate way to phrase his concerns. He wanted to say that given what he knew of his childhood, being emotionally affected by what transpired between them and the man they just killed would have been understandable. But he knew it would be poorly received, and he didn’t want to go for Hannibal’s throat now that it had been bared, forcibly and unexpectedly.

“When you took my hand before,” He said instead, feeling his way through the dark. “You wanted them to see.”

“I don’t concern myself with politics.”

“Politics concern themselves with you.”

“Would you have preferred that I didn’t take your hand?”

“No. I liked it. I like that you would do that and I like that you agreed to kill him.”

Hannibal frowned and fell silent for a moment. When he next spoke, his voice held a hard edge.

“Whatever notions you are entertaining about me right now are likely false, Will. You should know by now that my decisions aren’t based on any arbitrary sense of morality.”

“No, they’re based on a specific sense of morality that ties into your personal beliefs.”

“And you figure tonight was reflective of my personal beliefs?”

“Wasn’t it?” Will chewed on the inside of his cheek. The apprehension in Hannibal’s face was clear even in the periphery of his vision. “You’re afraid this is going to make me think that you’re a good person. Deep down. That’s it, isn’t it? You think I’ll get my hopes up because we killed a bad guy and it’ll make me pursue a version of you that doesn’t exist. And then we both end up disappointed.”

“Is that your prediction of the future?”

“No, it’s my estimation of your concerns, since you aren’t giving them to me straight.”

Hannibal fell silent once more. Will had set out not to kick him while he was down, yet he felt like that was exactly what he was doing.

“I find all manner of ideology alluding to national socialism distasteful,” Hannibal said, to Will’s surprise. “They are ugly people with ugly views and I would gladly see them eradicated. I held your hand because I’m not intimidated by their presence. I agreed to kill that man because he was appalling. What do you make of that?”

Will smiled a little, warmth threading through the tightness in his chest.

“I don’t need to make anything of it. I just want your honesty. For you to trust me with it.”

He reached out and took Hannibal’s hand, weaving their fingers together. There was still blood under Hannibal’s nails, a rim of maroon that made him want to scrape them clean with his teeth.

“Don’t hesitate to take my hand,” He said, squeezing around his fingers for emphasis. “No matter who’s watching.”

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Yoga Body, Yoga Spirit: Can We Have Both?

It's straightforward why John Friend profoundly prescribes the book Yoga Body: The Origins of Modern Posture Yoga "for every earnest understudy of yoga." Because, Mark Singleton's proposition is a very much looked into uncover of how present day hatha yoga, or "stance practice," as he terms it, has changed inside and after the training left India.

In any case, the book is primarily about how yoga changed in India itself over the most recent 150 years. How yoga's fundamental, present day advocates T. Krishnamacharya and his understudies, K. Patttabhi Jois and B. K. S. Iyengar-blended their homegrown hatha yoga rehearses with European tumbling.

This was what number of Indian yogis adapted to innovation: Rather than staying in the caverns of the Himalayas, they moved to the city and grasped the approaching European social patterns. They particularly grasped its progressively "recondite types of tumbling," including the powerful Swedish procedures of Ling (1766-1839).

Singleton utilizes the word yoga as a homonym to clarify the fundamental objective of his theory. That is, he underscores that the word yoga has numerous implications, contingent upon who uses the term.

This accentuation is in itself a commendable undertaking for understudies of everything yoga; to grasp and acknowledge that your yoga may not be a similar sort of yoga as my yoga. Just, that there are numerous ways of yoga.

In such manner, John Friend is totally right: this is by a wide margin the most exhaustive investigation of the way of life and history of the persuasive yoga ancestry that keeps running from T. Krishnamacharya's damp and hot royal residence studio in Mysore to Bikram's misleadingly warmed studio in Hollywood.

Singleton's examination on "postural yoga" makes up the main part of the book. Be that as it may, he likewise dedicates a few pages to diagram the historical backdrop of "conventional" yoga, from Patanjali to the Shaiva Tantrics who, in light of a lot prior yoga customs, accumulated the hatha yoga custom in the medieval times and wrote the celebrated yoga course books the Hatha Yoga Pradipika and the Geranda Samhita.

It is while doing these assessments that Singleton gets into water a lot more blazing than a Bikram sweat. In this manner I delay in giving Singleton a straight A for his generally incredible exposition.

Singleton guarantees his undertaking is exclusively the investigation of present day act yoga. On the off chance that he had adhered to that undertaking alone, his book would have been extraordinary and gotten just honors. In any case, sadly, he submits a similar screw up such a large number of present day hatha yogis do.

All yoga styles are fine, these hatha yogis state. All homonyms are similarly great and legitimate, they guarantee. Then again, actually homonym, which the social relativist hatha yogis see as a haughty variant of yoga. Why? Since its disciples, the conventionalists, guarantee it is a more profound, progressively otherworldly and customary from of yoga.

This sort of positioning, thinks Singleton, is counterproductive and an exercise in futility.

Georg Feuerstein opposes this idea. Without a doubt the most productive and well-regarded yoga researcher outside India today, he is one of those conventionalists who holds yoga to be a fundamental practice-a body, mind, soul practice. So how does Feuerstein's necessary yoga homonym contrast from the non-indispensable current stance yoga homonym exhibited to us by Singleton?

Basically, Feuerstein's striking works on yoga have concentrated on the all encompassing routine with regards to yoga. Overall kit n kaboodle of practices that customary yoga created in the course of the last 5000 or more years: asanas, pranayama (breathing activities), chakra (unpretentious vitality focuses), kundalini (otherworldly vitality), bandhas (propelled body locks), mantras, mudras (hand motions), and so forth.

Thus, while act yoga essentially centers around the physical body, on doing stances, fundamental yoga incorporates both the physical and the unobtrusive body and includes an entire plenty of physical, mental and profound practices scarcely ever rehearsed in any of the present current yoga studios.

I would not have tried to bring this up had it not been for the way that Singleton referenced Feuerstein in a basic light in his book's "Finishing up Reflections." as such, it is deliberately significant for Singleton to study Feuerstein's translation of yoga, a type of yoga which happens to basically harmonize with my own.

Singleton expresses: "For a few, for example, top rated yoga researcher Georg Feuerstein, the advanced interest with postural yoga must be a depravity of the legitimate yoga of custom." Then Singleton cites Feuerstein, who composes that when yoga arrived at Western shores it "was steadily deprived of its profound direction and redesigned into wellness preparing."

Singleton at that point accurately calls attention to that yoga had just begun this wellness change in India. He likewise accurately calls attention to that wellness yoga isn't juxtaposed to any "profound" endeavor of yoga. However, that isn't actually Feuerstein's point: he essentially brings up how the physical exercise some portion of present day yoga comes up short on a profound "otherworldly direction." And that is a vital contrast.

At that point Singleton shouts that Feuerstein's statements misses the "profoundly otherworldly direction of some cutting edge working out and ladies' wellness preparing in the harmonial aerobatic convention."

While I think I am very clear about what Feuerstein implies by "profoundly otherworldly," I am as yet not certain what Singleton implies by it from simply perusing Yoga Body. Furthermore, that makes an insightful examination troublesome. Subsequently for what reason did Singleton bring this up in his closing contentions in a book dedicated to physical stances? Most likely to come to a meaningful conclusion.

Since he made a point about it, I might want to react.

As per Feuerstein, the objective of yoga is edification (Samadhi), not physical wellness, not by any means otherworldly physical wellness. Not a superior, slimmer constitution, yet a superior shot at otherworldly freedom.

For him, yoga is principally an otherworldly work on including profound stances, profound investigation and profound reflection. Despite the fact that stances are an indispensable piece of customary yoga, edification is conceivable even without the act of stance yoga, unquestionably demonstrated by such sages as Ananda Mai Ma, Ramana Maharishi, Nisargadatta Maharaj, and others.

The more extensive inquiry regarding the objective of yoga, from the perspective of customary yoga is this: is it conceivable to achieve edification through the act of wellness yoga alone? The appropriate response: Not simple. Not by any means likely. Not even by rehearsing the sort of wellness yoga Singleton cases is "profound."

As per fundamental yoga, the body is the first and external layer of the brain. Illumination, in any case, happens in and past the fifth and deepest layer of the inconspicuous body, or kosa, not in the physical body. Henceforth, from this specific viewpoint of yoga, wellness yoga has certain points of confinement, just on the grounds that it can't the only one convey the ideal outcomes.

Similarily, Feuerstein and all us different conventionalists (gracious, those darn names!) are just saying that on the off chance that your objective is edification, at that point wellness yoga most likely won't work. You can remain on your head and do control yoga from first light to 12 PM, yet despite everything you won't be illuminated.

Thus, they planned sitting yoga stances (padmasana, siddhasana, viirasana, and so on) for such specific purposes. In fact, they invested more energy sitting still in reflection over moving about doing stances, as it was the sitting practices which instigated the ideal stupor conditions of edification, or Samadhi.

As it were, you can be edified while never rehearsing the shifted hatha stances, however you most likely won't get illuminated by simply rehearsing these stances alone, regardless of how "otherworldly" those stances are.

These are the sorts of layered bits of knowledge and points of view I distressfully missed while perusing Yoga Body. Henceforth his analysis of Feuerstein appears to be fairly shallow and kneejerk.

Singleton's sole spotlight on portraying the physical practice and history of current yoga is complete, likely very exact, and rather noteworthy, however his request that there are "profoundly otherworldly" parts of present day tumbling and stance yoga misses a significant point about yoga. To be specific, that our bodies are just as otherworldly as we may be, from that space in our souls, profound inside and past the body.

Yoga Body consequently misses a urgent point huge numbers of us reserve the privilege to guarantee, and without being censured for being self-important or mean-disapproved: that yoga is fundamentally a comprehensive practice, where the physical body is viewed as the main layer of a progression of climbing and sweeping layers of being-from body to mind to soul. Also, that at last, even the body is the residence of Spirit. In whole, the body is the consecrated sanctuary of Spirit.

What's more, where does this yoga viewpoint hail from? As indicated by Feuerstein, "It underlies the whole Tantric custom, quite the schools of hatha yoga, which are a branch of Tantrism."

In Tantra it is obviously comprehended that the person is a three-layered being-physical, mental and profound. Subsequently, the Tantrics in all respects skillfully and deliberately created practices for every one of the three degrees of being.

From this old point of view, it is satisfying to perceive how the more otherworldly, widely inclusive tantric and yogic practices, for example, hatha yoga, mantra contemplation, breathing activities, ayurveda, kirtan, and scriptural examination are progressively getting to be fundamental highlights of numerous cutting edge yoga studios.

Thus, to address the inquiry in the title of this article. Would we be able to have both a flexible build and a sacrosanct soul while rehearsing yoga? Truly, obviously we can. Yoga isn't either/or. Yoga is yes/and. The more comprehensive our yoga practice turns into that is, the more profound practice is added to our stance practice-the more these two apparently inverse posts the body and the soul will mix and bind together. Solidarity was, all things considered, the objective of antiquated Tantra.

Maybe soon somebody will compose a book about this new, consistently developing homonym of worldwide yoga? Imprint Singleton's Yoga Body isn't such a book. Be that as it may, a book about this, will we call it,

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Finlandia

The D&O Diary’s current European assignment continued this past weekend with a visit to Finland’s capital city, Helsinki. With a urban area population of about 1.4 million, Helsinki is a little larger than Oslo, and at about 61 degrees northern latitude, it is a bit further north as well – which means that the sun sets even later this time of year in Helsinki than in Oslo. Also, Helsinki was a bit cooler than Oslo, as much as ten to fifteen degrees cooler each day.

  Helsinki is of course a Baltic city, with its city center oriented around the harbor. The city was built almost entirely in the 19th century, after the Russians (who controlled Finland then) chose to move the country’s capital to Helsinki. As a result, the city historic central district, all built at once, has a uniform feel of the European Belle Époque (as reflected in the first picture below). Owing to its relatively late development, Helsinki, unusually among European capital cities, lacks any remnants from a medieval past, for the simple reason that it has no medieval past. The city’s distinctive cathedral rises above the harbor front, as shown in the first picture above. Perpendicular to and uphill from waterfront market area is a tree lined park area known as the Esplanadi, which leads to the central shopping district (second picture below).

        The city also includes a host of small islands along the shoreline, including most notably the island fortress of Suomenlinna, which was built by the Swedish (who at the time controlled Finland) in the 18th century. We were fortunate to have had a spectacularly beautiful day to take a ferry out to the fortress. The ferry ride takes only about ten minutes or so, but journey provides terrific views back toward the city’s harbor area.

  Finland’s military still uses parts of the fortress island, and many of the fort’s ramparts are intact. The island’s cannon-lined southern shore faces out into the Gulf of Finland, and beyond that, out into the Baltic. On the day of our visit, many picnickers had set themselves up on the grass covered tops of cannon bunkers, facing out to sea. The views and the sunshine were just about perfect, as the sea breezes kept things cool.

        As transfixed as we were gazing out to sea, eventually we moved on, to explore more of the island. In one of those chance developments that can make travel so rewarding, as we headed up the island’s east side, we came upon a small hillside gathering, in which a group of music students were performing for an audience of family and friends. When we first arrived, there was a brass octet playing.  They were followed by a reed instrument quartet, and then by a flute trio. We sat listening to the music for over an hour. I have to say sitting on the grass in the late May sunshine on an island park in Helsinki listening to beautiful music is about as enjoyable way to spend a Sunday afternoon as I can think of.

        Later, we returned to the harbor on the ferry, and then we walked along the peninsula (near our hotel) that heads to the southeast from the harbor. We climbed a hillside in a park overlooking the harbor, which also had some nice views back towards the harbor and to the cathedral.

    On Sunday morning, we took a tram to one of the more unusual church structures – or indeed structures of any kind – that I have ever encountered. Temppeliaukio Church (also known as the Church in the Rock) was built in the 60s by drilling directly into solid rock at the top of a hill in one of the city’s residential districts. A small copper dome covers the interior and allows light to enter through surface level windows. The result is a unique circular structure with splendid acoustics. The church service began with a solo violin performance, followed by a short organ recital. The Lutheran church service itself was in Finnish, but despite the language gap, the service had its own charm (although  confess that we finally left after about an hour of straining to follow the proceedings).

        We then took a city bus to the Seurassari Open-Air Museum. The museum, which preserves traditional Finnish structures collected and brought to the island from around the country — including even from East Karelia, the former part of Finland that Russia absorbed after World War II. The museum is located on an island reached by a small footbridge. The museum takes up only about a third of the island. The rest of the island is parkland. The museum was interesting. One of the highlights was the 17th century Karuna Church.  It turned out that because we visited relatively early in the season, many of the buildings were not yet open to visitors. However, it turned out that the more interesting part of the visit involved strolling around park covering the rest of the island. We had other elaborate plans about how we were going to spend the rest of the afternoon, but once we started strolling along the shoreline, we abandoned our other ideas and spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the island. Many of the spring wildflowers were in bloom, including wild purple pansies and marsh marigolds.

                    While we were walking, I spotted a very large hare (who, it must be noted, has a very distinctive facial expression in the photograph below). I tried to swing around him to photograph him from a better angle, but he proved to be camera shy, and he bolted for the bushes. While I was trying to find him again, I stumbled on this amazing Finnish pheasant. Later, I spotted an impressive barnacle goose sitting on the roof top of a wooden boathouse. We also saw some other adult barnacle geese with their young offspring.

                After thoroughly exploring the island, we caught a bus back into the central city, where, before heading back to our hotel, we visited the Orthodox cathedral, which sits on a prominent hilltop just east of the harbor.

      One of the interesting things we learned during our visit is that Finland is a bilingual country. The streets signs, menus, maps, and other publications almost always appeared in both Finnish and Swedish (as shown on the street sign below). Though I do not speak either of these languages, communication was not an issue – just about everyone in Helsinki speaks perfect English. Just the same, by moving around the city, we were brought into regular contact with the Finnish language. There are some interesting things to know about the Finnish language. The first is that people in the country we call Finland refer to their country and their language as Suomi. The Finnish (or Suomi) language is unlike just about any other language you have heard. As one of Uralic languages, it is unrelated to most other European languages, other than Estonian and Hungarian. As a consequence, there few cognates, making it a particularly challenging language to encounter. For example, it is fair to say that during the lengthy sermon at Sunday morning’s church service, we did not understand a single word the pastor spoke. Written Finnish is also interesting; the language makes unusually profligate use of the letters k, j and y, and also features heavy use of vowels with a wide variety of typographical indicators. Clearly, an entirely different set of tiles would be required to play Scrabble in Finnish.

        We were pleased to learn that the Finnish people are remarkably open and friendly. The Finns seem to embody the feeling and spirit of their distinctive national song, the Finlandia Hymn, the tune for which was written by the country’s most famous composer, Jean Sibelius. It is kind of funny; the first couple of days we were in Finland, I caught myself unconsciously humming the song’s melody. The version of the hymn’s lyrics known as “This is My Song” or as “The Song of Peace” seem to me to be particularly appropriate in the global set of circumstances in which we find ourselves today. Because it captures Finland’s spirit so well I have included (following the last set of pictures below) a link to a music video of a vocal performance of the song. I encourage everyone to enjoy the video and in particular to listen to the song’s stirring lyrics.

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Finlandia

The D&O Diary’s current European assignment continued this past weekend with a visit to Finland’s capital city, Helsinki. With a urban area population of about 1.4 million, Helsinki is a little larger than Oslo, and at about 61 degrees northern latitude, it is a bit further north as well – which means that the sun sets even later this time of year in Helsinki than in Oslo. Also, Helsinki was a bit cooler than Oslo, as much as ten to fifteen degrees cooler each day.

  Helsinki is of course a Baltic city, with its city center oriented around the harbor. The city was built almost entirely in the 19th century, after the Russians (who controlled Finland then) chose to move the country’s capital to Helsinki. As a result, the city historic central district, all built at once, has a uniform feel of the European Belle Époque (as reflected in the first picture below). Owing to its relatively late development, Helsinki, unusually among European capital cities, lacks any remnants from a medieval past, for the simple reason that it has no medieval past. The city’s distinctive cathedral rises above the harbor front, as shown in the first picture above. Perpendicular to and uphill from waterfront market area is a tree lined park area known as the Esplanadi, which leads to the central shopping district (second picture below).

        The city also includes a host of small islands along the shoreline, including most notably the island fortress of Suomenlinna, which was built by the Swedish (who at the time controlled Finland) in the 18th century. We were fortunate to have had a spectacularly beautiful day to take a ferry out to the fortress. The ferry ride takes only about ten minutes or so, but journey provides terrific views back toward the city’s harbor area.

  Finland’s military still uses parts of the fortress island, and many of the fort’s ramparts are intact. The island’s cannon-lined southern shore faces out into the Gulf of Finland, and beyond that, out into the Baltic. On the day of our visit, many picnickers had set themselves up on the grass covered tops of cannon bunkers, facing out to sea. The views and the sunshine were just about perfect, as the sea breezes kept things cool.

        As transfixed as we were gazing out to sea, eventually we moved on, to explore more of the island. In one of those chance developments that can make travel so rewarding, as we headed up the island’s east side, we came upon a small hillside gathering, in which a group of music students were performing for an audience of family and friends. When we first arrived, there was a brass octet playing.  They were followed by a reed instrument quartet, and then by a flute trio. We sat listening to the music for over an hour. I have to say sitting on the grass in the late May sunshine on an island park in Helsinki listening to beautiful music is about as enjoyable way to spend a Sunday afternoon as I can think of.

        Later, we returned to the harbor on the ferry, and then we walked along the peninsula (near our hotel) that heads to the southeast from the harbor. We climbed a hillside in a park overlooking the harbor, which also had some nice views back towards the harbor and to the cathedral.

    On Sunday morning, we took a tram to one of the more unusual church structures – or indeed structures of any kind – that I have ever encountered. Temppeliaukio Church (also known as the Church in the Rock) was built in the 60s by drilling directly into solid rock at the top of a hill in one of the city’s residential districts. A small copper dome covers the interior and allows light to enter through surface level windows. The result is a unique circular structure with splendid acoustics. The church service began with a solo violin performance, followed by a short organ recital. The Lutheran church service itself was in Finnish, but despite the language gap, the service had its own charm (although  confess that we finally left after about an hour of straining to follow the proceedings).

        We then took a city bus to the Seurassari Open-Air Museum. The museum, which preserves traditional Finnish structures collected and brought to the island from around the country — including even from East Karelia, the former part of Finland that Russia absorbed after World War II. The museum is located on an island reached by a small footbridge. The museum takes up only about a third of the island. The rest of the island is parkland. The museum was interesting. One of the highlights was the 17th century Karuna Church.  It turned out that because we visited relatively early in the season, many of the buildings were not yet open to visitors. However, it turned out that the more interesting part of the visit involved strolling around park covering the rest of the island. We had other elaborate plans about how we were going to spend the rest of the afternoon, but once we started strolling along the shoreline, we abandoned our other ideas and spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the island. Many of the spring wildflowers were in bloom, including wild purple pansies and marsh marigolds.

                    While we were walking, I spotted a very large hare (who, it must be noted, has a very distinctive facial expression in the photograph below). I tried to swing around him to photograph him from a better angle, but he proved to be camera shy, and he bolted for the bushes. While I was trying to find him again, I stumbled on this amazing Finnish pheasant. Later, I spotted an impressive barnacle goose sitting on the roof top of a wooden boathouse. We also saw some other adult barnacle geese with their young offspring.

                After thoroughly exploring the island, we caught a bus back into the central city, where, before heading back to our hotel, we visited the Orthodox cathedral, which sits on a prominent hilltop just east of the harbor.

      One of the interesting things we learned during our visit is that Finland is a bilingual country. The streets signs, menus, maps, and other publications almost always appeared in both Finnish and Swedish (as shown on the street sign below). Though I do not speak either of these languages, communication was not an issue – just about everyone in Helsinki speaks perfect English. Just the same, by moving around the city, we were brought into regular contact with the Finnish language. There are some interesting things to know about the Finnish language. The first is that people in the country we call Finland refer to their country and their language as Suomi. The Finnish (or Suomi) language is unlike just about any other language you have heard. As one of Uralic languages, it is unrelated to most other European languages, other than Estonian and Hungarian. As a consequence, there few cognates, making it a particularly challenging language to encounter. For example, it is fair to say that during the lengthy sermon at Sunday morning’s church service, we did not understand a single word the pastor spoke. Written Finnish is also interesting; the language makes unusually profligate use of the letters k, j and y, and also features heavy use of vowels with a wide variety of typographical indicators. Clearly, an entirely different set of tiles would be required to play Scrabble in Finnish.

        We were pleased to learn that the Finnish people are remarkably open and friendly. The Finns seem to embody the feeling and spirit of their distinctive national song, the Finlandia Hymn, the tune for which was written by the country’s most famous composer, Jean Sibelius. It is kind of funny; the first couple of days we were in Finland, I caught myself unconsciously humming the song’s melody. The version of the hymn’s lyrics known as “This is My Song” or as “The Song of Peace” seem to me to be particularly appropriate in the global set of circumstances in which we find ourselves today. Because it captures Finland’s spirit so well I have included (following the last set of pictures below) a link to a music video of a vocal performance of the song. I encourage everyone to enjoy the video and in particular to listen to the song’s stirring lyrics.

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Finlandia

The D&O Diary’s current European assignment continued this past weekend with a visit to Finland’s capital city, Helsinki. With a urban area population of about 1.4 million, Helsinki is a little larger than Oslo, and at about 61 degrees northern latitude, it is a bit further north as well – which means that the sun sets even later this time of year in Helsinki than in Oslo. Also, Helsinki was a bit cooler than Oslo, as much as ten to fifteen degrees cooler each day.

  Helsinki is of course a Baltic city, with its city center oriented around the harbor. The city was built almost entirely in the 19th century, after the Russians (who controlled Finland then) chose to move the country’s capital to Helsinki. As a result, the city historic central district, all built at once, has a uniform feel of the European Belle Époque (as reflected in the first picture below). Owing to its relatively late development, Helsinki, unusually among European capital cities, lacks any remnants from a medieval past, for the simple reason that it has no medieval past. The city’s distinctive cathedral rises above the harbor front, as shown in the first picture above. Perpendicular to and uphill from waterfront market area is a tree lined park area known as the Esplanadi, which leads to the central shopping district (second picture below).

        The city also includes a host of small islands along the shoreline, including most notably the island fortress of Suomenlinna, which was built by the Swedish (who at the time controlled Finland) in the 18th century. We were fortunate to have had a spectacularly beautiful day to take a ferry out to the fortress. The ferry ride takes only about ten minutes or so, but journey provides terrific views back toward the city’s harbor area.

  Finland’s military still uses parts of the fortress island, and many of the fort’s ramparts are intact. The island’s cannon-lined southern shore faces out into the Gulf of Finland, and beyond that, out into the Baltic. On the day of our visit, many picnickers had set themselves up on the grass covered tops of cannon bunkers, facing out to sea. The views and the sunshine were just about perfect, as the sea breezes kept things cool.

        As transfixed as we were gazing out to sea, eventually we moved on, to explore more of the island. In one of those chance developments that can make travel so rewarding, as we headed up the island’s east side, we came upon a small hillside gathering, in which a group of music students were performing for an audience of family and friends. When we first arrived, there was a brass octet playing.  They were followed by a reed instrument quartet, and then by a flute trio. We sat listening to the music for over an hour. I have to say sitting on the grass in the late May sunshine on an island park in Helsinki listening to beautiful music is about as enjoyable way to spend a Sunday afternoon as I can think of.

        Later, we returned to the harbor on the ferry, and then we walked along the peninsula (near our hotel) that heads to the southeast from the harbor. We climbed a hillside in a park overlooking the harbor, which also had some nice views back towards the harbor and to the cathedral.

    On Sunday morning, we took a tram to one of the more unusual church structures – or indeed structures of any kind – that I have ever encountered. Temppeliaukio Church (also known as the Church in the Rock) was built in the 60s by drilling directly into solid rock at the top of a hill in one of the city’s residential districts. A small copper dome covers the interior and allows light to enter through surface level windows. The result is a unique circular structure with splendid acoustics. The church service began with a solo violin performance, followed by a short organ recital. The Lutheran church service itself was in Finnish, but despite the language gap, the service had its own charm (although  confess that we finally left after about an hour of straining to follow the proceedings).

        We then took a city bus to the Seurassari Open-Air Museum. The museum, which preserves traditional Finnish structures collected and brought to the island from around the country — including even from East Karelia, the former part of Finland that Russia absorbed after World War II. The museum is located on an island reached by a small footbridge. The museum takes up only about a third of the island. The rest of the island is parkland. The museum was interesting. One of the highlights was the 17th century Karuna Church.  It turned out that because we visited relatively early in the season, many of the buildings were not yet open to visitors. However, it turned out that the more interesting part of the visit involved strolling around park covering the rest of the island. We had other elaborate plans about how we were going to spend the rest of the afternoon, but once we started strolling along the shoreline, we abandoned our other ideas and spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the island. Many of the spring wildflowers were in bloom, including wild purple pansies and marsh marigolds.

                    While we were walking, I spotted a very large hare (who, it must be noted, has a very distinctive facial expression in the photograph below). I tried to swing around him to photograph him from a better angle, but he proved to be camera shy, and he bolted for the bushes. While I was trying to find him again, I stumbled on this amazing Finnish pheasant. Later, I spotted an impressive barnacle goose sitting on the roof top of a wooden boathouse. We also saw some other adult barnacle geese with their young offspring.

                After thoroughly exploring the island, we caught a bus back into the central city, where, before heading back to our hotel, we visited the Orthodox cathedral, which sits on a prominent hilltop just east of the harbor.

      One of the interesting things we learned during our visit is that Finland is a bilingual country. The streets signs, menus, maps, and other publications almost always appeared in both Finnish and Swedish (as shown on the street sign below). Though I do not speak either of these languages, communication was not an issue – just about everyone in Helsinki speaks perfect English. Just the same, by moving around the city, we were brought into regular contact with the Finnish language. There are some interesting things to know about the Finnish language. The first is that people in the country we call Finland refer to their country and their language as Suomi. The Finnish (or Suomi) language is unlike just about any other language you have heard. As one of Uralic languages, it is unrelated to most other European languages, other than Estonian and Hungarian. As a consequence, there few cognates, making it a particularly challenging language to encounter. For example, it is fair to say that during the lengthy sermon at Sunday morning’s church service, we did not understand a single word the pastor spoke. Written Finnish is also interesting; the language makes unusually profligate use of the letters k, j and y, and also features heavy use of vowels with a wide variety of typographical indicators. Clearly, an entirely different set of tiles would be required to play Scrabble in Finnish.

        We were pleased to learn that the Finnish people are remarkably open and friendly. The Finns seem to embody the feeling and spirit of their distinctive national song, the Finlandia Hymn, the tune for which was written by the country’s most famous composer, Jean Sibelius. It is kind of funny; the first couple of days we were in Finland, I caught myself unconsciously humming the song’s melody. The version of the hymn’s lyrics known as “This is My Song” or as “The Song of Peace” seem to me to be particularly appropriate in the global set of circumstances in which we find themselves today. Because it captures Finland’s spirit so well I have included (following the last set of pictures below) a link to a music video of a vocal performance of the song. I encourage everyone to enjoy the video and in particular to listen to the song’s stirring lyrics.

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Yoga Body, Yoga Spirit: Can We Have Both?

It's straightforward why John Friend profoundly suggests the book Yoga Body: The Origins of Modern Posture Yoga "for every genuine understudy of yoga." Because, Mark Singleton's postulation is a very much explored uncover of how current hatha yoga, or "stance practice," as he terms it, has changed inside and after the training left India.

In any case, the book is for the most part about how yoga changed in India itself over the most recent 150 years. How yoga's primary, present day advocates T. Krishnamacharya and his understudies, K. Patttabhi Jois and B. K. S. Iyengar-blended their homegrown hatha yoga rehearses with European aerobatic.

This was what number of Indian yogis adapted to advancement: Rather than staying in the caverns of the Himalayas, they moved to the city and grasped the approaching European social patterns. They particularly grasped its increasingly "recondite types of vaulting," including the compelling Swedish procedures of Ling (1766-1839).

Singleton utilizes the word yoga as a homonym to clarify the primary objective of his proposition. That is, he accentuates that the word yoga has various implications, contingent upon who uses the term.

This accentuation is in itself a commendable venture for understudies of everything yoga; to appreciate and acknowledge that your yoga may not be a similar sort of yoga as my yoga. Essentially, that there are numerous ways of yoga.

In such manner, John Friend is totally right: this is by a long shot the most thorough investigation of the way of life and history of the compelling yoga heredity that keeps running from T. Krishnamacharya's damp and hot castle studio in Mysore to Bikram's falsely warmed studio in Hollywood.

Singleton's investigation on "postural yoga" makes up the greater part of the book. Be that as it may, he additionally dedicates a few pages to layout the historical backdrop of "customary" yoga, from Patanjali to the Shaiva Tantrics who, in light of a lot prior yoga conventions, accumulated the hatha yoga convention in the medieval times and wrote the celebrated yoga course readings the Hatha Yoga Pradipika and the Geranda Samhita.

It is while doing these assessments that Singleton gets into water a lot more sweltering than a Bikram sweat. In this way I delay in giving Singleton a straight A for his generally amazing exposition.

Singleton asserts his undertaking is exclusively the investigation of present day act yoga. On the off chance that he had adhered to that venture alone, his book would have been incredible and gotten just honors. Be that as it may, tragically, he submits a similar botch such a large number of present day hatha yogis do.

All yoga styles are fine, these hatha yogis state. All homonyms are similarly great and legitimate, they guarantee. Then again, actually homonym, which the social relativist hatha yogis see as a pompous rendition of yoga. Why? Since its followers, the conventionalists, guarantee it is a more profound, increasingly otherworldly and customary from of yoga.

This sort of positioning, thinks Singleton, is counterproductive and an exercise in futility.

Georg Feuerstein opposes this idea. Without a doubt the most productive and well-regarded yoga researcher outside India today, he is one of those conventionalists who holds yoga to be a vital practice-a body, mind, soul practice. So how does Feuerstein's fundamental yoga homonym contrast from the non-necessary current stance yoga homonym displayed to us by Singleton?

Basically, Feuerstein's surprising works on yoga have concentrated on the all encompassing routine with regards to yoga. All in all thing of practices that customary yoga created in the course of the last 5000 or more years: asanas, pranayama (breathing activities), chakra (unpretentious vitality focuses), kundalini (profound vitality), bandhas (propelled body locks), mantras, mudras (hand signals), and so forth.

Subsequently, while pose yoga basically centers around the physical body, on doing stances, vital yoga incorporates both the physical and the inconspicuous body and includes an entire plenty of physical, mental and otherworldly rehearses barely ever drilled in any of the present current yoga studios.

I would not have tried to bring this up had it not been for the way that Singleton referenced Feuerstein in a basic light in his book's "Finishing up Reflections." as it were, it is deliberately significant for Singleton to evaluate Feuerstein's understanding of yoga, a type of yoga which happens to essentially concur with my own.

Singleton states: "For a few, for example, smash hit yoga researcher Georg Feuerstein, the cutting edge interest with postural yoga must be a depravity of the bona fide yoga of custom." Then Singleton cites Feuerstein, who composes that when yoga arrived at Western shores it "was continuously deprived of its profound direction and rebuilt into wellness preparing."

Singleton at that point effectively calls attention to that yoga had just begun this wellness change in India. He additionally accurately calls attention to that wellness yoga isn't paired to any "profound" undertaking of yoga. In any case, that isn't actually Feuerstein's point: he basically calls attention to how the physical exercise some portion of present day yoga comes up short on a profound "otherworldly direction." And that is a urgent contrast.

At that point Singleton shouts that Feuerstein's declarations misses the "profoundly otherworldly direction of some cutting edge lifting weights and ladies' wellness preparing in the harmonial vaulting custom."

While I think I am very clear about what Feuerstein implies by "profoundly otherworldly," I am as yet not certain what Singleton implies by it from simply perusing Yoga Body. Furthermore, that makes a clever examination troublesome. Subsequently for what reason did Singleton bring this up in his finishing up contentions in a book gave to physical stances? Without a doubt to come to a meaningful conclusion.

Since he made a point about it, I might want to react.

As indicated by Feuerstein, the objective of yoga is edification (Samadhi), not physical wellness, not in any case otherworldly physical wellness. Not a superior, slimmer constitution, however a superior shot at otherworldly freedom.

For him, yoga is essentially an otherworldly work on including profound stances, profound examination and profound reflection. Despite the fact that stances are a necessary piece of customary yoga, edification is conceivable even without the act of stance yoga, undeniably demonstrated by such sages as Ananda Mai Ma, Ramana Maharishi, Nisargadatta Maharaj, and others.

The more extensive inquiry concerning the objective of yoga, from the perspective of conventional yoga is this: is it conceivable to achieve illumination through the act of wellness yoga alone? The appropriate response: Not simple. Not in any case likely. Not even by rehearsing the sort of wellness yoga Singleton cases is "profound."

As indicated by indispensable yoga, the body is the first and external layer of the psyche. Illumination, in any case, happens in and past the fifth and deepest layer of the unpretentious body, or kosa, not in the physical body. Henceforth, from this specific point of view of yoga, wellness yoga has certain breaking points, just in light of the fact that it can't the only one convey the ideal outcomes.

Similarily, Feuerstein and all us different conventionalists (goodness, those darn marks!) are just saying that on the off chance that your objective is illumination, at that point wellness yoga presumably won't work. You can remain on your head and do control yoga from sunrise to 12 PM, however regardless you won't be edified.

Consequently, they planned sitting yoga stances (padmasana, siddhasana, viirasana, and so forth) for such specific purposes. Without a doubt, they invested more energy sitting still in reflection over moving about doing stances, as it was the sitting practices which initiated the ideal stupor conditions of illumination, or Samadhi.

At the end of the day, you can be edified while never rehearsing the shifted hatha stances, however you presumably won't get illuminated by simply rehearsing these stances alone, regardless of how "otherworldly" those stances are.

These are the sorts of layered bits of knowledge and viewpoints I painfully missed while perusing Yoga Body. Henceforth his analysis of Feuerstein appears to be somewhat shallow and kneejerk.

Singleton's sole spotlight on portraying the physical practice and history of present day yoga is thorough, likely very precise, and rather great, however his request that there are "profoundly otherworldly" parts of current acrobatic and act yoga misses a significant point about yoga. To be specific, that our bodies are just as otherworldly as we seem to be, from that space in our souls, profound inside and past the body.

Yoga Body in this way misses an essential point a large number of us reserve the privilege to guarantee, and without being condemned for being haughty or mean-disapproved: that yoga is principally an all encompassing practice, wherein the physical body is viewed as the primary layer of a progression of rising and widely inclusive layers of being-from body to mind to soul. What's more, that eventually, even the body is the home of Spirit. In entirety, the body is the consecrated sanctuary of Spirit.

What's more, where does this yoga viewpoint hail from? As indicated by Feuerstein, "It underlies the whole Tantric convention, remarkably the schools of hatha yoga, which are a branch of Tantrism."

In Tantra it is obviously comprehended that the individual is a three-layered being-physical, mental and otherworldly. Subsequently, the Tantrics all around skillfully and deliberately created practices for every one of the three degrees of being.

From this old viewpoint, it is satisfying to perceive how the more otherworldly, sweeping tantric and yogic practices, for example, hatha yoga, mantra contemplation, breathing activities, ayurveda, kirtan, and scriptural examination are progressively getting to be basic highlights of numerous cutting edge yoga studios.

Along these lines, to address the inquiry in the title of this article. Would we be able to have both an agile physical make-up and a hallowed soul while rehearsing yoga? Truly, obviously we can. Yoga isn't either/or. Yoga is yes/and. The more all encompassing our yoga practice turns into that is, the more profound practice is added to our stance practice-the more these two apparently inverse shafts the body and the soul will mix and bind together. Solidarity was, all things considered, the objective of antiquated Tantra.

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