JoreJj Z. Elprehzleinn

JoreJj has practiced yoga for over 25 years and has been certified to teach Kripalu Yoga for over 15 years.

This a photo from 1992


JoreJj Z. Elprehzleinn 1992


JoreJj is also certified in first levels of Shiatsu, Reiki, and has many years of personal and professional experience with various types of massage and bodywork.

His "Life Transformation Audio" is a 24 minute audio recording you can get that derived from his hands on bodywork sessions when the evolved into using words along with the touch.

JoreJj has studied various forms of martial arts, and found that Aikido was the best to his liking as it is based on the idea of constantly being in a state of loving energy.

JoreJj participated in many sports and school and played college level hockey.

 

Dance Experience

I think I have been a dancer in other lives. These are experiences that I have had in this lifetime, since the age of 18, which have been catalysts that sparked my reawakening of my dancing abilities. Although I started out as an awkward guy from the sports world, I eventually built quite a full set of dance credentials, ballet, jazz, modern dance, post modern dance, contact improvisation, shamanic dance, I have studied formally in all these areas and much more yet I feel that my real training has been the following experiences. There are more, these are what comes to mind now. Come with me into my experience. You are welcome.

Old loft studio downtown. Warm and artsy with wide board wood floors, theater lights empty space charged with the ghosts of a thousand dances the creative aura of last nights performance still fresh in the air, tonight’s set is waiting ready. Comfortable soft clothes and French dancers; artists flowing, stretching, rolling, enfolding, unfolding, caressing, touching, leaning, supporting, shoulder to shoulder, back to back. Slow, quiet, no music, the dancing bodies make a sweet sublime music of their own, the rhythm of character and personality. What is that you’re wearing? A get together, supper, talks afterwards, a sweet sensual dance with a stranger ends touching, massaging. Talking takes second place. Now that I have got it on with you I am ready to talk, a little. Drums, Piano. We all play, we dance to each other’s creative explorations, music never played before, never to be played again. Spontaneity. Laughter, acceptance, walking on the walls, jumping to the air, caught by experienced arms flipping, rolling, friends on my body. Hand to hand two strong men, two athletes, spinning faster and faster in a circle eyes locked on each other to center. Such fun. Such power to play. A beautiful woman, a beautiful sensual dance of purity and sexuality combined. A crumpled pile of happy loving bodies, breathing; entwined, embraced, after a long flowing, silent, careful, new dance: Pure clean fun. Banquets on the floor. Contact jams.

New York. Dance Theater of Harlem. Black Marcus. 6ft tall, muscular yet so flexible and open. My friend, my own self in another form, big brown eyes, eternally happy, the moon. Roaming Manhattan, black and white. Stretching, playing, practicing, learning ballet maneuvers on the streets of New York, completely immersed in ballet; ballet is his life and I am in his life for a time. Takes me to DTH watching rehearsals, massaging the principle dancer, Georgeous female dancers from the Joffrey ballet. A weekend together, skipping down Fifth Ave. hand in hand in love with Karen- a stranger thanks us for the childlike joy, and our beauty.

Eada, Lisa. Jean-Remy. Erik. Teachers, lovers, dancing right here, right now. In the street, the parks, the plazas, the subways, the studios. Practicing moves, learning steps. I learned dance from lovers in the street. Nateshvar, Gabrielle Roth.

Cecile, 34, gorgeous French blond, sparkling crackling radiant glorious sensitive. A wild horse, a wild flower. Met in dance class. Opening line: ‘I like your passion’ Eight months of passion, romance, intense love, dancing, we danced everywhere and we always moved our dance into lovemaking. Building pressure, letting go. Nights burned off like a sparkler turned to dawn. “We stayed up all night again". The moon. The moon has always been there, always watched me. All my lives, always. Hours and hours of stretching, pushing, holding, feeling. F E E L, feel so much you come in your pants she said. Jouir (come). Feel. Feel. Feel. She spoke these words to me with her mouth and backed it all up with her body. She was always looking for a place to make love in public. Dancing drunk in a black nightclub, proud to have the most gorgeous beauty in the place legs wrapped around my waist sharing wet French kisses and pushing hips and sweaty, sweet curves in, around, against my male energy. Again and again, over, and over, this girl could come to music. Music turned her on. Dancing is lovemaking, lovemaking is dance. Against the walls, on the furniture, every position, everyway, everywhere. In the river. On the bridge in the soft summer rain at black night. Drunk, happily drunk, 2 bottles of red wine, driving home naked. Sand and water and tears of joy. Lying in the grass in the park across the street, night. With all of our blankets, Dancing and lovemaking are one. The 17th floor rooftop, city lights are jewels under a starry sky.

Teaching classes, feeling 5,10,30 bodies mirror my movements, follow my words. Like being so much bigger. The excitement. The responsibility. The money.
Nateshvar, driving bodies beyond and past limitations with pure joy and creativity and enthusiasm, handsome Scorpio. Death defying. He can do anything. Hero.
Gabrielle Roth. Urban Shaman.

Yogi Amrit Desai. Meditation in Motion. Posture flow.

Dance is free flow, universe connected, blissful, sexy. Loving, ongoing, long, long, hours of comfortable happy ecstasy for me and has always been, a lot of people think they are dancing and they are not. Am I resistant to dancing? Am I spoiled? Are my standards too high? Or are great dances like the ones I am describing: mighty, gorgeous, lusty, passionate, soul dances something that only happens when it's time? Do I love dance? Love is Dance. Anything less than ecstasy is a timid, uncertain, rigid over-disciplined robot who is out of rhythm and void of feeling.

Ballroom dance with an elven queen so light and graceful and beautiful-you learn so fast -they told us that. Lyse. Smooth brown hair. Smells exciting. Inviting. Sex pouring from her liquid body. Air, she danced as beautifully as the wind itself.

Rael. Black Man. 35. Famous choreographer. The world parts so we can see each other. Instant attraction and a dance by a lake as an interlude to an afternoon of dance on the grass by the river and Frisbees. Sitting on his lap listening to the intimate adventure of choreographing a rock video and the personal details and I gave him all my shoes. Did I worship his feet?

Alone, drugged and happy. Leaping, stretching. Running dance steps, private choreography on a wet football field at night. Alone, hundreds and hundreds of sweet dances with ME. With Spirit with sprites and fairies, elves, and angels. Music? Sometimes, but so much in nature, no music from the outside, just inspiration so thick and real and full that it forces my movement. Many moonlight nights not able to let caring about other people’s reaction stop me anymore. Yoga flows, martial arts, unfolding, bursting through in parks or downtown terraces, fountain-side meditations, Dancing with the night, dancing with the desert, dancing with the ocean, dancing with the moon and the sand and the grass and the trees and the rocks and the dark vast universe. The music feels so good, so richly good. Its squeezing pleasing, twisting. Writhing through every cell. Sweet, sweet music. Head rocking against the wall, eyes squeezed shut and rolling back, so much pleasure. What to do with it? Where to Move it? How is it going to flow this time?

These are my real dance credentials.

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