You love the idea of teaching mythology, but where do you start? Do you just tell a story and then teach poses? How do you make this actually work without it feeling forced? Here's what changed everything for me: yoga classes and myths follow the same narrative arc. Both are hero's journeys. Both move through preparation, challenge, crisis, and integration. Once I understood this, I stopped trying to add mythology to yoga. I let the myth become the class structure itself. This is the 5-Act framework I use for every Sacred Stories class I teach. Character count: 552 ✓ This excerpt speaks directly to the confusion teachers feel about integrating mythology, then offers the elegant solution that reframes everything!

I see you, fellow teacher—standing in front of your class, cueing alignment and breath, knowing there's something deeper waiting. That whisper in your heart: There's more here. Sacred Stories Yoga is a complete teaching framework where mythology structures the entire class. Students don't just hear about Virabhadra's story—they become it. Every pose becomes doorway. Every class becomes initiation. This is where ancient wisdom meets modern pedagogy. Where your classes transform from good workouts into sacred journeys. Ready to teach from the soul of the story?

Everyone knows Warrior I, II, and III. But the warrior family is way bigger. There are variations nobody talks about. Poses with stories that change everything. These aren't just named after warriors—they're named after specific moments in the Mahabharata. Arjuna looking up at Krishna. Yudhishthira bowing after his first lie. Bhima's thirteen-year vow. These moments became poses. The mythology became medicine. When you understand the story, Reverse Warrior stops being "just a side stretch." It becomes Arjuna's pause—when looking up becomes the bravest act. Ready to meet the warriors you didn't know existed? Ten warrior variations and the mythology that makes them medicine.

So here you are. In the rubble. Maybe the relationship ended. The job disappeared. The version of yourself you spent years building just... collapsed. And everyone's got their platitudes ready: "Everything happens for a reason." But right now you're standing in ash and the only thing you know for sure is that something died and you're not sure yet if you died with it. Here's what nobody tells you about transformation: it doesn't feel like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. It feels like burning alive. The ancient yogis knew this. They had a place for it—the shmashana (shma-SHAH-nah), the cremation grounds where everything burns down to ash and truth. Kali dances there. Wild-eyed, tongue out, wearing a garland of skulls. She's the force that clears the ground. The dark mother who loves you enough to burn away everything that isn't actually you. This pathworking takes you to meet her. To stand at your own pyre and see what's burning, what survives the flames, and what grows from the ash

You thought you were done with that pattern. The wound you healed, the lesson you learned, the therapy bills you paid. Done. Moving forward. And then it shows up again. Different face, same gut-punch feeling. Same old story whispering that nothing's changed and all that work was expensive self-delusion. Here's what nobody tells you: healing doesn't move in straight lines. It spirals. You're not going backward—you're meeting the same issue from a different level, with different tools, as a different version of yourself. The ancient yogis knew this. They built it into everything. Samsara isn't just reincarnation—it's patterns cycling until you wake up enough to meet them differently. This pathworking takes you into the mythological Spiral Grove where trees remember every version of you who walked this path before. You'll meet your guide at the spiral tree's center and discover what this returning pattern has actually been trying to teach you. Because you're not stuck.

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