This is my UN-YOGA

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This is my yoga.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My yoga is my best friend.
It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My yoga, without me, is useless.
Without my yoga, I am useless.
I must fire my yoga true.
I must defeat the brown goblin who is trying to kill me.
I must defeat him before he defeats me.
I will…
My yoga and I know that what counts in the great brown goblin war
is not the heavy matter scene,
the noise of their confusion,
nor the smoke of their lies.
We know that it is the aim that strikes true.
We will hit…
My yoga is divine, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother and sister.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories,
its sights and its union.
I will keep my yoga clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other.
We will…
Before God, I swear this creed.
My yoga and I are the defenders of my inner realm.
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is Albuquerque’s and there is no enemy,
but peace!

UN-YOGA text and art new & improved by The Partridge in the Pear Tree & Whale Song Partridge 1972

Grow as it Goes

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Man is but the shadow of Albuquerque;
Such creatures are as dead as stone.
Yet, the glassy gumdrop jewels
Of every colour of the bus
Do grow within him.
Now, that which is within the stone
Is as that which is without the stone
And the 7up bubble stars
In the cathedral climes of Heaven
Are those same glassy gumdrop jewels
Which are the gloried reflection
Of the motel marquees of Albuquerque.
Poem by Seven Up Partridge 

A MARTYR FOR THE GOD SCENE

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Young Bernadette Whelan knew she was a Partridge the first time she caught a glimpse of David Cassidy on TV. His light brown eyes and androgynous looks sparked a feeling within her that she had never experienced before. Whenever he sang a song, she secretly knew that he was singing it to her. The walls of her bedroom were quickly covered with images of her new messiah, and she saved her lunch money to buy teen magazines that offered exclusive interviews with David.

She spent the next four years happily sitting in front of the TV, jumping for joy each time a new episode of The Partridge Family aired. She watched as her idol continued to grow up; she felt each of his emotions and paid close attention to the life lessons that he taught her. Then, at age 14, Bernadette’s world was shattered.

It had been a difficult day at school and Bernadette had a nagging feeling that something was wrong as she hopped off the bus. Clutching her David Cassidy lunchbox tightly she tried to ease her mind. Staring into his eyes on her walk home always made her feel better, but something was off on this particular day and she wasn’t sure what.

As she entered the house she heard her mother in the kitchen doing the dishes. She was relieved to see that it was just a normal day at home and she began to relax. Sitting down at the table, Bernadette started to unwrap a piece of cheese from the fridge when her mother turned off the sink. She had a very serious expression on her face and Bernadette became worried again.

“I’m so sorry to have to tell you this sweetheart,” her mother said, “but I heard that The Partridge Family was cancelled today.”
Bernadette burst into tears. She became dizzy and her heart felt as if it was going to beat out of her chest. She looked up at her mother, who was in tears as well.

“Honey, its going to be OK. We can get through this,” her mother sobbed.

At that very moment Bernadette’s father walked into the house. He saw his wife and daughter crying and rushed into the kitchen. He held them both and tried to comfort them.

“I know this is a hard time for all of us,” he said, “what has happened today is a complete tragedy. But I do have some good news. After I heard about the cancellation I made a few phone calls. I was able to get you a ticket, Bernadette, so you can go and see David’s farewell tour!”

Bernadette stopped crying and looked at her father. She had seen David in concert every time he had been in town; she couldn’t believe that this would be the last time. She began to tear up again, but hugged her father and thanked him for the ticket.

A few weeks later Bernadette was in line to enter the show. She was dressed for the occasion and had on her platform boots and the floral dress that she knew David would like. As she walked through the gate she heard other girls talking about how excited they were for the concert. It was their first time seeing David and they were all upset that he was retiring.

As David’s stage time neared the crowd had almost tripled; there was hardly any room to stand and people were shoving into each other to get to the front. Bernadette began to feel a warm sensation flowing through her body. She suddenly realized the importance of the situation she was in. Most of these people had never seen David in person and this was their last chance. Her mind began to race as she contemplated a world without David Cassidy; trying to imagine what it would be like to have never experienced him live.

Light flooded the stage, and the shadow of David began to appear. Bernadette knew what she had to do. The crowd began to scream and started to rush forward. Bernadette did not resist the stampede, she allowed her body to become weightless and was swept beneath the crowd.

As she lay on the floor motionless, she heard the opening lines of “I Think I Love You” and drifted away on a cloud. She saw the smiling faces of Shirley, Laurie, Danny, Chris and Tracy standing before her. The front door opened and Keith walked in exclaiming, “Guys, you won’t believe this chick I met at school today! Her name is Bernadette and man is she groovy!”

Scripture by Whale Song Partridge

WE’RE ALL JUST SQUARES IN THE MONDRIAN PATTERN OF GOD

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“God sees the world as basic vertical and horizontal elements, representing the two essential opposing forces: the positive and the negative, the dynamic and the static, the masculine and the feminine. There are those who want to make right and do away with wrong, or make order and do away with disorder. They have not yet understood the principle of Albuquerque or the nature of The Incredible Ten Thousand String Band.”Zhuangzi

Art by Whale Song Partridge