A Rebel’s Road To Meditation



When you picture “Meditation”….
what sort of image pops into your head?

As a rebel and activist, I had never considered meditation. That was hippie shit.  Something people did in ashrams dressed in white.

I was a questioner, an activist, ass-kicker and a heavy metal lover.

“Meditation? who the hell had time for that? “

I was busy trying change the world.

I didn’t know anyone who meditated.  My free time was mostly spent in tattoo shops and at gigs. Not really the typical meditation crowd.

I had been going to yoga classes but Yoga was purely physical to me.  It just made me feel good. I was clueless about the more mindful, inner aspects of Yoga.

I was introduced to meditation in Yoga Teacher Training. I naively thought that meditation would be easy.  I’d just sit cross legged, put my fingers in some fancy-ass mudra and BAM! Enlightenment, right?

Reality check! I couldn’t sit still, my mind was all over the place. My back hurt.

I was shocked! Fuck, this was hard. Clearly meditation wasn’t for me. Nope, I was way too intense for that shit.

Yet, “learn to meditate” kept repeating in the back of my mind. I wasn’t the type to give up easily (I was hard core, after all).

Finally, after years of secretly reading Buddhist books, I came out of the Buddhist closet, so to speak.

The Buddha was a Rebel, no doubt.

He totally went “against the stream” of the current spiritual practices of his time in India. So I had massive respect for the Buddha.

He recommended The Three Jewels:

  • Buddha (“Enlightenment” in Sanskrit)
  • Dharma (“Teachings” in sanskrit)
  • Sangha (“Community” in Sanskrit)

Sangha. As a lone wolf, I had zero interest in joining a Sangha.

But, I had a lot of questions and really needed a teacher to help me with my practice. So, I reluctantly went  in search of Sangha. Eventually, I found teacher that could answer all my questions (I had a lot).

Unfortunately, meditation was part of the deal when joining a Sangha.

So I learned to meditate. In my first class my teacher said “Everybody thinks during meditation. Thinking is part of the human experience”.

What? I was “normal”?

(That was a first). So I could cut myself some slack when my mind was all over the place?

nyk BPart of me was worried that all this meditation would soften me up too much, that I would lose my edge. Can someone meditate, listen to heavy music and get covered in ink? Yup, turns out you can.

So now I “sit” ALMOST everyday (I am a rebel after all).  It’s made a massive difference in my life. A difference I am truly grateful for.


 This post is the first of a memoir series by Nyk Danu. Read more:
Also by Nyk Danu:  Guided Contemplation, Unity Consciousness (video)


About the author

Nyk Danu

Nyk Danu, Creator of “Real Yoga For The Rest Of Us”, teaches Yoga and Meditation in person in Victoria BC and virtually on the internet. She is a self-professed Yoga geek, Buddhist, Activist, Tattoo lover and Green tea addict .You can find out more about Nyk and sign up for free Yoga videos at www.nykdanu.com

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