Yoga is Satanic. Ok, so by this logic, what isn’t Satanic?
You wouldn’t know it by looking at me, but apparently I am a Satanist. Which is weird because I have never skinned a cat, bitten the head off a chicken, growled in tongues, or carved pentagrams on my chest with a blunt cheese knife. I don’t even like cheese.
But, according to Father Gabriele Amorth, the Vatican’s former chief exorcist, I am Satan’s spawn. Evil personified. Destined to get funny red eyes. In a few years’ time, I’m bound to kill.
All this because every Monday night, I choose to lie on a slightly stinky mat and get floppy. And after an hour-and-a-half of floppiness, I cycle home and feel so peaceful that I can almost smell some sort of god nearby.
(Via www.iol.co.za)