Kriya Yoga Was Never a Secret You Had to Be Initiated Into

The other meaning — the one most people know — came much later, through a remarkable lineage. In the nineteenth century, a householder-yogi named Lahiri Mahasaya began teaching a specific technique of breath and inner energy that he said he had received from a teacher in the Himalayas, Mahavatar Babaji. He called it kriya yoga, and he taught it not to renunciates in caves but to ordinary working people with families and jobs.

His disciple's disciple, Paramahansa Yogananda, carried it across the ocean and wrote it into one of the most widely read spiritual books of the last century, Autobiography of a Yogi (1946). Through that book, 'kriya yoga' became, for the modern world, the name of a precise meditation method — a way of working with the breath and inner energy, traditionally given through initiation.

This lineage explicitly traces itself back to Patanjali's line; Lahiri Mahasaya even wrote a commentary on the Yoga Sutras. So this is not a case of one being fake and the other real. It is one ancient definition, and one living technique that claims descent from it. The honest thing to say is simply this: the name carries two cargoes, and it helps to know which one a person means.

Here is where the mix-up does real harm. Because the famous technique comes through initiation, many people conclude that kriya yoga as such is locked behind a gate — that until some teacher formally gives it to you, there is nothing you can do. So they wait. Or they pay. Or they give up, deciding the real practice is for other people.

But Patanjali's kriya yoga asks for no gatekeeper at all. Tapas, svadhyaya, ishvara-pranidhana are not secrets; they are doors standing open. Tapas is simply doing the hard, good thing even when you don't feel like it — getting up, keeping a commitment, sitting still for ten honest minutes. Svadhyaya is watching your own mind and reading what wakes you up. Ishvara-pranidhana is the daily release of the white-knuckled grip on outcomes. None of this needs a ceremony.

The second confusion is to think 'action yoga' means it is somehow lower — a beginner's consolation prize before the 'real' inner yoga. The opposite is true. Patanjali puts it first in the practice chapter precisely because it is the ground everything else stands on. The technique you may or may not be initiated into later; this you can begin before breakfast tomorrow.

Strip away the Sanskrit and kriya yoga becomes almost embarrassingly practical. Take an ordinary, irritable Tuesday. Tapas is the small, unglamorous choice to do the thing you've been avoiding — to actually sit for those ten minutes instead of reaching for the phone, to keep the walk you promised yourself. Not heroics. Just not bailing.

Svadhyaya is the pause afterward where you ask, honestly, why the morning rattled you so much — and notice it wasn't really the traffic, it was the email you're afraid to answer. That noticing, repeated, is self-study. You slowly become readable to yourself.

And ishvara-pranidhana is the hardest and quietest of the three: at the end of the day, loosening your grip on the things you cannot control — the result of the meeting, what someone thought of you, whether tomorrow goes to plan. Not giving up effort; giving up the illusion that worry is a form of control.

Done together, even clumsily, these three start doing exactly what Patanjali promised — they thin the kleshas. The anger comes a little less hot. The craving loses a little of its pull. You haven't reached any mountaintop. But the mind that was too restless to meditate is, slowly, becoming a mind that can.

Step back, and the real lesson of the two kriya yogas isn't about which one is authentic. It's about why the simpler one got buried — and what that says about us. We are drawn to the secret technique, the special initiation, the thing that sets the serious seeker apart. The plain three-fold discipline, available to anyone with no ceremony at all, feels too ordinary to be powerful.

But that very instinct is one of the tangles Patanjali wanted to thin. The hunger for the special method is often just ego looking for a spiritual costume. Meanwhile the unglamorous work — show up, look honestly, let go — sits there, free, doing the actual job.

This doesn't mean the technique is worthless; for those who receive it, it can be a real gift. It means the gift was never meant to replace the ground. Patanjali's order is the quiet correction: begin with what is open to you, today, without anyone's permission. The discipline you can start now matters more than the technique you might be given later.

Which leaves a fair question to sit with: how much of our seeking is the genuine search for stillness — and how much is the wish to be someone who holds the secret?