Wednesday, April 29, 2009
JANE SMITH ON HOT FM 91
Jane Smith this morning spoke to her devotees on Queensland's beautiful Sunshine Coast in an interview with Sami Muirhead and the breakfast team. Jane took the word of spiritual development through home improvement to the holy land of spiritual renovation, to the people of Sunshine Beach and Tewantin, and the Noosa River, the very Ganges of home improvement. Jane recited Kea's famous maxim "out is good, then in is good", and spoke of how at his ashram in India she had first read his famous book "I, Kea". Thanks to Sami - and the best of luck to the boys at finding their inner shelf!
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Our daily routine in Kea's ashram of course included yoga.
I had done a bit of yoga back at home, being an Iyengar brown belt, but my master introduced us to his own form of yoga. Kea’s view is that in the West, yoga is fake because it pretends to be about spiritual things but really it’s just about fashion and body obsession. My master’s technique is much truer unto itself.
Called Pradah Yoga, it is an exercise, breathing and positive visualisation regime all in one. It has poses like “Stretch for Success”, which is a powerful extension with fingertips at full stretch towards a visualised luxury necessity, and “The Ostrich”, which is a full headstand on the floor, which allows you to ferret out any kipple that might have accumulated under your bed, a notorious kipple hot-spot.
During their daily Pradah Yoga routine, the novice is taught to powerfully visualise all the good things of life - stocks and shares, waterfront homes, European cars, designer clothes and precious jewels and objet’s d’art which will inevitably begin to cascade towards them from the simple act of tackling their kipple and confronting their shelves.
Our days were not only taken up with lectures and yoga though, as they are in other ashrams. Kea also had a host of very helpful practical techniques, and our afternoons were spent in the Domestic Core Design, Shelving Assembly Instructions Comprehension, Allen Key Specialisation and Basic Internal Maintenance huts. Our master had thought of everything, you see, but that is what makes him a guru.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Jane Smith's new book at Sydney University
Blissings upon you all at Sydney University... Today, Wednesday 8 April 09, is a special day. I am reaching out to you all as my chosen Devotees through offerings of my new book, 'Finding the Shelf Within'. Like lotus petals on the wind you will find an abundance of copies on campus, and for those who seek them out, each will have a cover sticker coloured to match their aura!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
ALL ABOUT KIPPLE

My master’s philosophy is most concisely articulated in his seven CD deluxe boxed set manifesto, titled I, Kea. His teaching is that if we properly organise the outer world in which we live, then our spiritual inner world will take care of itself - an unusually practical world-view for a guru, I think you’ll agree. He put this with masterful precision in his famous maxim, “Out Is Good Then In Is Good”. Sometimes he would also refer to his philosophy as a kind of Neoplatonism, a term which until then I would have more readily associated with new trends in dinnerware.
Kea also introduced us to the concept of kipple. Kipple is the stuff that just always builds up around us, seemingly of its own accord. Mess, junk are other words for it, but kipple is the most precise and evocative, giving to this kind of accumulating stuff almost a life of its own. And let’s face it, it has one.
Kea told us the word and concept came from a science fiction writer called Phillip K. Dick. I had vaguely heard of him before, but had always been turned off by what I thought was a very obvious surname. But at the ashram I read all his books, which are the sacred texts of Kea’s followers, and really related to them. Their unrelenting drug-induced paranoia reminded me powerfully of my own feelings on returning to my messy hovel after a big night out. It was always full of kipple, of stuff that had just built up, on the table, benchtops, the bed, the floor. Papers, dirty cups, underwear, banana skins, crumbs alive with cockroaches, all of it.
I came to comprehend the notion of kipple on a profound level. Kipple is the dark matter of our personal physical realm.
My own world is full of kipple. Almost everyone’s world is overflowing with it. Kipple is eternal and omnipresent, just waiting for the tiniest opportunity to get a foothold from a few bits and pieces on the kitchen table, and spread relentlessly like a rogue virus until the interior of your entire apartment is reduced to nothing but kipple. And from there, it is not hard to imagine it spreading to take over the entire world. That is why Kea says it is up to every single individual to stop it in its tracks.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
You may recall from my last posting that after leaving my deeply fulfilling career as PA to the CEO of IOU Solutions, I maxed my credit card and headed off to India... to see if I could find out if I could find out what was missing from my life.
India was a place of eternal mystery, and not just obvious mysteries like who bombed Bombay and who cut Calcutta. Why there are so many people in India was a mystery too, until I realised it is because there are so many parents there.
To get away from the crowds I journeyed aboard a Krishna Blue flight to the Himalayas. I found them exceedingly high, and the snow surprisingly cold. But my life was saved when I entered the ashram of a great holy man called Kea.
Kea had come to India from a faraway place called Akron, and had been a holy man for many blue moons. I later learned that Akron is in the United States, so it seems that holy men can come from anywhere. Kea had studied philosophy at university, although he did not proceed to graduation.
Instead he moved to India, where his growing reputation as a spiritual teacher attracted devotees from Europe, the United States and Canada and many other places, to live in his ashram. He personally gave them their own devotee names, such as Flookey, Krappar and Dregge. My own given name was Blandie. I later realised our names were taken from a Danish online dating site. My master is renowned for his playful sense of humour, most often manifested in his high-pitched signature giggle.
One thing that appeared to attract many of the devotees was that Kea preached that sex was a very good thing. He himself permitted selected devotees to join him nightly in his suite, but being a woman I was not to be chosen.
This did not mean that we could not all sit listening at his feet in his gilded hall. I learned that darshan is when a guru talks for several hours and Americans sit and listen. I always enjoyed it, even if the floor was cold marble and gave me piles, which was ironic as somehow I had already contracted dysentery from the ashram’s organic vegetarian bistro. It was also a bit difficult that Kea never permitted any windows to be opened, saying he wanted to keep the pollution of the world out, and he had flatulent episodes quite a bit, especially after a big lentil lunch.
The key to Kea’s teaching was what he called “the inner shelf”. At first I thought he just had some sort of mild speech impediment, and meant “inner self”, which is the kind of thing most gurus tend to go on about. But in his case, he really did mean the inner shelf. It took me a long time to comprehend this mystery, but then what could you expect from a novice?
India was a place of eternal mystery, and not just obvious mysteries like who bombed Bombay and who cut Calcutta. Why there are so many people in India was a mystery too, until I realised it is because there are so many parents there.
To get away from the crowds I journeyed aboard a Krishna Blue flight to the Himalayas. I found them exceedingly high, and the snow surprisingly cold. But my life was saved when I entered the ashram of a great holy man called Kea.
Kea had come to India from a faraway place called Akron, and had been a holy man for many blue moons. I later learned that Akron is in the United States, so it seems that holy men can come from anywhere. Kea had studied philosophy at university, although he did not proceed to graduation.
Instead he moved to India, where his growing reputation as a spiritual teacher attracted devotees from Europe, the United States and Canada and many other places, to live in his ashram. He personally gave them their own devotee names, such as Flookey, Krappar and Dregge. My own given name was Blandie. I later realised our names were taken from a Danish online dating site. My master is renowned for his playful sense of humour, most often manifested in his high-pitched signature giggle.
One thing that appeared to attract many of the devotees was that Kea preached that sex was a very good thing. He himself permitted selected devotees to join him nightly in his suite, but being a woman I was not to be chosen.
This did not mean that we could not all sit listening at his feet in his gilded hall. I learned that darshan is when a guru talks for several hours and Americans sit and listen. I always enjoyed it, even if the floor was cold marble and gave me piles, which was ironic as somehow I had already contracted dysentery from the ashram’s organic vegetarian bistro. It was also a bit difficult that Kea never permitted any windows to be opened, saying he wanted to keep the pollution of the world out, and he had flatulent episodes quite a bit, especially after a big lentil lunch.
The key to Kea’s teaching was what he called “the inner shelf”. At first I thought he just had some sort of mild speech impediment, and meant “inner self”, which is the kind of thing most gurus tend to go on about. But in his case, he really did mean the inner shelf. It took me a long time to comprehend this mystery, but then what could you expect from a novice?
Friday, February 20, 2009
BLISSINGS from JANE SMITH, SPIRITUAL MISTRESS

Hi. My name is Jane Smith. Once I was pretty much like most people. I was PA to the CEO of a company called IOU Solutions - a financial concern registered in the Cayman Islands. I "drove" a 1974 Suburu and once bought "Ironic". I lived in an apartment off the wrong end of the runway at the airport. My place was tiny, yet somehow still could get pretty untidy. Maybe that was why I never had any friends. I didn't have a boyfriend, but at weekends would go out to bars and haul back a man with all the personality of a clubbed seal.
In other words, I was in a mess and going nowhere.
So I did what any sensible girl would - I went somewhere. I maxed my credit card and flew to India to see if I could find out if I could find out what was missing from my existence.
There I met a great holy man and teacher called Kea, and learned about his philosophy of domestic interior design, shelving and storage, which literally saved my life. Kea believes that if we properly organise our outer worlds, where we live, our inner spiritual worlds will take care of themselves. Or as he put it in his famous book and CD set "I, Kea" - 'Out is Good, then In is Good'. A pretty practical world-view for a guru, I think you'll agree.
On this blog I'll be telling you more about Kea and my adventures with him and his teachings, and soon you'll be able to read about it in my own picture book, called "Finding The Shelf Within".
Until then, my Blissings upon you all.
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