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Madonna has made endless headlines this summer with her controversial crucifixion scene during her Confessions Tour. Apparently, Courtney Love is aiming for a piece of the religious action, too.

The cover image of photographer David LaChappelle’s new book, “Heaven and Hell,” in stores this November, is Courtney Love–with a large, bright halo of light surrounding her flowing, blond hair, her body draped in a familiar blue garment, her eyes turned heavenward, as a dying man, dressed only in a loincloth and resembling her late husband Kurt Cobain, lies across her lap.

A Pop Pieta, if you will.

Spin.com reports the following about the image:

In the image, Love strikes a Virgin Mary-like pose while cradling a doppelganger of her late husband, Nirvana frontman Kurt Cobain. Meanwhile, a baby–presumably the pair’s daughter, Frances Bean–uses alphabet blocks to spell out the title of LaChapelle’s book.

Will Love’s appearance as Mother Mary strike the same ugly chord with media and religious groups as Madonna’s crucifixion scene?

Only time will tell.

Sure, back in April I blogged about my love for baseball’s Opening Day, with all its hope and possibility. And I am sure I meant it at the time. But, 162 grueling games later, my N.Y. Mets are staring at their best shot at a World Series title since, well, the last time they won it, in 1986. If Spring Training and Opening Day appeal to the intellect, the mix of statistician and poet in all of us baseball lovers, the postseason is all about adrenaline and emotion, the heart and gut. Opening Day invokes a sense of spiritual transcendence; the playoffs appeal to the need for immediate gratification.

The truest joys of Opening Day are for the lifelong baseball lover; the playoffs can convert the baseball nonbeliever. It happened to my wife, who lived her whole life indifferent to sports, until the Red Sox were beaten in seven painful games by the Yankees in 2003’s American League Championship Series. We were living in Boston then, and if she was a postseason proselyte three years ago, she now studies Opening Day rosters and can discuss Sox stats like the best of ’em.

I’ll admit to being a fair-weather Sox fan myself–how can a resident of Red Sox Nation not be?–but when push comes to shove my heart will always be in Flushing, at the Mets’ Shea Stadium. Opening Day 2007 may be all my wife has to look forward to baseball-wise, but for me, it’s only today that counts, and that will be true until the Mets are either eliminated–heaven forbid–or earn their World Series rings. Their ’86 championship was the transformative sports moment of my youth, and I can think of nothing better than an ’06 repeat.

On Opening Day, I was all about love of the game and the universal hope of Spring. But that was a long time ago. It’s time for the playoffs. Bring it on.

Apparently Scientology has just zoomed by Kabbalah in the race to be crowned most scandalously hip belief. Sure, there was the Tom Cruise show of last year, but that was only leading up to the coronation. Having a Scientology storyline included in television’s most scandalous show, “Nip/Tuck“–now that’s a crowning achievement.

Centering on the Miami plastic surgery office of Drs. Sean McNamara and Christian Troy, “Nip/Tuck” is the kind of show where a story arch about Sean and Christian just doing a simple nose job would be shocking, simply shocking, to the show’s viewers, who expect the salacious and scandalous, which are the norm for this FX network hit: Serial killers with no penises, mother-daughter threesomes, face cream made out of sperm, human organ trafficking, and lots and lots of nudity.

The Scientology subplot is sandwiched in and given much less airtime than the others. (Is Christian really gay and in love with Sean? And, if so why is he having sex with his married boss who’s being blackmailed?) But it is just as tasty.

This season, Kimber–Christian’s ex-fiance and and an ex-porn star–has discovered Scientology and is bringing Matt McNamara into the fold. Matt is Sean’s adopted son, but his biological father is actually Christian Troy.

While we’ve been getting hints and glimmers of the Scientology storyline, last night’s episode was a reward for those patiently waiting for something to develop. It was sprinkled with Scientology speak–Kimber mentions Thetans at one point, and the episode also references the “Detox,” a combination of large doses of vitamins and sauna done to rid bodies of toxins and other chemicals, such as the anti-depressants Matt was on last season.

Even though Matt’s grades are up since joining the Church of Scientology, Sean and Julia (his mother) and Christian, are deeply worried. And superficial Christian doesn’t fail to come through by saying: “It’s humiliating for him, for us.” Of course, he may simply be reacting to the fact that Matt has already told Christian that he must cut him out of his life, since Christian is a “Suppressive Person”–according to Scientology, a person who impedes the progress of a practitioner.

Sean and Christian try to bribe Matt into returning to the family fold with a shiny black Porsche. And while he has dreams of the very sexy Kimber, whom he has a crush on, being impressed with the car, she instead chastizes him, saying that his choice of materialism means he’s not ready for real spiritual growth.

Kimber and Matt head back to his parents with another member of the Church to remove Matt’s belongings and move him to a center. Christian and Sean stage an intervention/abduction, but it goes awry.

Of course, this whole subplot couldn’t have been done without the help of Cruise. Prior to Cruise’s bizarre antics, writers of all ilks stayed away from the topic, due to the Church of Scientology’s legendary litigiousness. But Tom’s “The Today Show” interview and the subsequent back-and-forth with Brooke Shields over post-partum depression opened the religion up to criticism and “Nip/Tuck” creator Ryan Murphy and his team ran with it.

What they’ve come up with is riveting stuff–and realistic, at least for a show that could usually be described as plastic.

Anyone who has tried Anusara yoga has most likely experienced the “what-the-heck-is-going-on moment”–a state of confusion and panic, which occurs when the instructor and students sing an unpronounceable Sanskrit chant in the beginning (and end) of class. (Anusara yogis refer to said chant as “the invocation.”) But thanks to a combined effort by some top dogs in the Anusara community, a recently released CD, appropriately titled “Invocation,” features the chant in its eight tracks, hoping to transform even the least adept at grasping the foreign tongue into masters of exotic poetic elocution. Well, at least you’ll learn the chant.

“Invocation” is a serious lovechild. A certified Anusara teacher, Amy Ippoliti, decided to make the CD after singing many times into her students’ tape recorders when they had a hard time remembering the chant. Her Sanskrit teacher, Manorama, is featured on the CD. Ippoliti is married to Ty Burhoe, a disciple of tabla master Ustad Zakir Hussain. Burhoe has recorded and played live shows with “celebrity” Sanskrit chanter Krishna Das, who in 1998 composed the melody for “the invocation” along with Anusara’s founder, John Friend.

Friend found that when chanting these words he felt he “was offering loving devotion to the supreme goodness” that was his essence. He believes the combination of words hold great mystical power. None of the players are Indian.

The words in the chant are the only lyrics on the CD:

Om Namah Shivaya Gurave
Saccidananda Murtaye
Nishprapancaya Shantaya
Niralambaya Tejase

This translates to:

I bow to the goodness within myself,
known as the Lord Shiva, who is the true teacher.
This essence inside takes the form of truth, consciousness and bliss.
Always present and full of peace, this essence inside is completely free, and sparkles with a divine luster.

Although the words are limited, the songs each have a meditative sound of their own. Classical instruments like cello and piano are featured on some tracks, whereas the more traditional Indian tabla, tambura, and sarangi are featured on others. Manorama’s rich, deep voice on “Shri” and “Angel’s Prayer” is a perfect match for Das’ bombastic, echo-y sound on “Invocation,” “Longing,” and “Mala.” The only track that felt odd was “Presence.” Ippoliti’s sweet, light voice is ruined by a breathy chorus of Sanskrit whispers. (Hello, sensual yoga hotline!)

The last track, “Kula” (which translates to “community of the heart”), holds special meaning for those who made it past their first Anusara class and eventually into Friend’s classroom. It features Friend himself, along with a class of his students, intoning “the invocation” as a group.

If the appeal seems insular, that’s because it is. But those who don’t get excited by listening to Anusara glitterati may wish to listen to the CD for pure relaxation. Hey, you may just learn a new chant. Then, of course, go try an Anusara class and be the first one to not be confused.