Yoga disco is the act of finding God on the dance floor.
There's nothing new about this. The dance floor has been a sacred ritual since well before recorded history.
Drunken Dave runs the bar where today's confused, drug-addled, secular mosh pit still whirls about with Shiva and Kali.
With the advent of science and verifiable explanations for things as basic as waterfalls, plant growth, sickness and the Moon, the spiritual nature of humans has been challenged and confused. It is adrift, and lashing out by attacking science, change, and compassion.
As the late great Terence McKenna said, what we need is a new myth. One that doesn't reject our new and profound understanding of the material world, nor descend into nihilism and its self-serving, self-fulfilling prophecies. Compassion and empathy are still the most fundamental human values, nay, skills that must be developed and perhaps predict success in this life more than any other.
There is no more compelling religious doctrine than examining the material world dispassionately and minutely for traces of how it functions, and then accepting what is learned.
The true mysteries of life, the ones that science cannot answer, such as "Why are we here? What is the point of all this?"
Drunken Dave and his Yoga Disco teach us that there is no point. Points are limited, non-dimensional. Life doesn't have a point. It has a shape, and that shape is best appreciated with friends, music, and a beer.
This appears to be necessary to recognize as a profound truth, one worthy of dedicating spiritual practice to, because our existing spiritual framework prizes obedience to authority figures in pursuit of a defined goal. It's characterized by reward and punishment for acceptable or unacceptable behaviors, and then must define and categorize those behaviors; draw sharp lines between the righteous and the sinful, the damned and the elect.
There is no evidence for this separation in nature.
We are part of an inexplicably, perhaps infinitely, long process of matter concrescing and becoming aware of itself in greater and greater detail. There is no benefit in regret for what has come before; it's necessary to realize our actions are part of a wave that started long before we were born and will continue long after we've returned to dust.
To take this on as a spiritual practice is to acknowledge that every moment is an opportunity to engage with the universe as it is, in all its complexity and sadness and ugliness and beauty. It is not about rigid goals or seeking approval, but about embracing the fluidity of life, its unpredictability, and its endless potential. We are not separate from the universe—we are it, unfolding in real time.
This is the antidote to the rigidity of traditional spiritual frameworks, which often demand we strive toward a fixed goal, define ourselves in opposition to others, or live in fear of judgment. Here, there is no division between the righteous and the damned. There is no need to "earn" grace or favor. Instead, we simply exist, participating in the unfolding process, embracing the shape of life as it comes, finding meaning in the experience itself, not in some distant or unreachable ideal.
In this way, Drunken Dave’s Yoga Disco becomes not just a metaphor, but a living practice. It is the embodiment of participation, the celebration of being here, in this moment, in this body, on this dance floor. No one is above or below, no one is "better" or "worse"—we are all part of the cosmic discotheque, finding joy and pain in the rhythm of existence.
Words in this context have no inherent meaning, they can only point the way. This manifesto means nothing. Only the experience remains. Seek to join us, if you can read the signs.