Into The Wind

A friend of mine recently remarked that according to Mark Twain 

a man spends the first half of his life in learning and the second 

half in forgetting everything he ever knew.

I will not go all the way with Mark Twain on that one. 

My experience tells me that for a goodly percentage of men 

whether learned or otherwise the last years of their lives are 

considerably embarrassed by a progressive weakening of the 

bladder function, prostate disease and other urinary upsets.

This problem first came to my attention when as an optimistic 

youth I was occupying some space in a Salford gent's toilet whilst 

waiting for a bus. In the adjacent urinal stall a little gent in a tweed 

overcoat was suffering.

Muted groans and shrieks accompanied his efforts and after a

while, buttoning up, I cautiously enquired what the trouble was.

Preoccupied with his agony the man ignored me until, the last

tormenting drop being ejected, he raised his moist eyes towards

me and snarled:

"It's alright for you; just wait until you're forty!"

In hindsight it seems that my chance acquaintance was suffering

from some kind of stricture and being forty had very little to do

with it.

Nevertheless, many of us when we have clocked up a mileage of 

fifty years or so are destined to become bladder daddies unless 

we take ourselves in hand and do something to prevent it.

Urinary decadence in mature men is almost accepted as the norm 

by the medical and nursing professions. The geriatric and psycho-

geriatric wards of our hospitals are almost awash with warm urine 

every morning. Catheterised patients with jars beneath the bed are 

a common sight on medical wards whilst prostate day on a surgical 

ward is a nurse's vision of hell with tubing thrust into every available 

penis and bottled blood, piss and sodium citrate being frenetically 

trundled to and from the sluice room.

On the domestic front things are little better. Men who in their 

twenties would spend the better part of the day with scarcely a 

twinge from the water works now must shuffle to the can every 

half hour or so.

The stream is weak and scanty, it stings or it scolds, It smells 

awful and an attack of the dribbles after a masterful zipping-up 

leaves one in soggy shame.

Most unfortunate are the enlarged prostate sufferers. Denied the 

possibility of copious relief, with bladder painfully distended they 

dribble continuously like a leaky tap.

These gloomy prospects threaten us all. Much, however can be 

done to prevent this "natural" decline of function.

By utilizing the energising and rejuvenating principles of Raja Yoga 

we can reverse the breakdown of voluntary and involuntary 

neuro-muscular processes which with the exception of sexually 

transmitted infection is the result of degenerate mental and

physical habits and a careless diet.

Raja Yoga is the science of physical and mental awareness 

pursued by many devotees in their search for Spiritual Enlightenment. 

The meditative forms of this and allied Tibetan Yogas are very 

effective to that end.

Most of you will have little or no interest in the spiritual side of 

things. Nevertheless as spiritual development inevitably entails a 

journey into innocence there is no doubt that we in our limited 

fashion can have a great deal of innocent amusement and learn 

something about the dynamic relationship between body and mind 

whilst getting our waterworks back into line.

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