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When I do TM regularly for any regular length of
time I feel stilted, spacey and depressed, and dopey. And I'm talking when I'm
totally straight. If you could ask my wife she would tell you that I get very
crazy on TM, like some prozac case. The general consensus is that prozac takers
are whack. So are TM takers. Very few regular TM practitioners make any real
sense. All you have to do is look to the guru to see what I'm saying. Yeah,
yeah, yeah, the world is too evil for a serious movement, which is why we have
Christianity. Maharishi should have kept it simple. if he did then
his followers could have made sense. But now they can't be his followers and
also make sense. Just like cats can't play with mice, so also TM followers
can't make sense, just like fundie X-tians. Because the credibility gap was
stretched so wide that the intellect snapped. Therefore, those who tout
Maharishi's messages are basically totally stark raving mad, and just don't know
it. Like all crazy people.
Sure, TM was good. It still is, but people who
worship Maharishi and his message are stark raving lunatics. Regardless though,
even the more sane stuff I practice is only a panacea. It's the weird connection
to being a bodhisattva that gets me through the day, and not much else.
The weed, and other pscyhotropics are mere MU1 receptor brain center awards like
cookies for the fat mind. Actually, weed makes me stop and look around and see
what I've been too rushed to notice while I was a superficial bastard living a
selfish existance. Like the love I have for things, and it makes me slow down
and take time to enjoy my wife who needs that kind of attention.
Meditation just makes one ignore everybody and everything while one constantly
trys to get their mind right. Meanwhile the whole world has tilted off it's
axis.
Weed, is wonderful. How can I stop doing something
wonderful like that? That's the freaking problem. I love drugs. I fucking
love them. I love them. I do. Like if you pulled out a sack of peyotes I would
jump up and down for three days in joy. Not much else effects me that way.
It's basically fucked.
The bliss of the Divine is supposed to overshadow
all others such that one loses their attachment to the relative. Bullshit. For
every step I ever took towards the Divine, the relative got equally ever more
beautiful as well until being torn by both I ripped in half and they both got a
piece. I can't separate the two any longer nor would I want to. To me,
honestly, and I could say this a thousand times if it would make you believe me
but four years at MIU burned me out on TM and the transcendent. Now, I can only
handle a bit at a time because any more than that is just really boring. I
got really sick of doing the sidhis all the time. I got really sick of sitting
in samadhi and feeling perfect and stainless and spiritually vain. The symmetry
needed breaking. I'm not however a puzzled person. My mind just hates
repetition by rote repetition by rote repetition by rote repetition by
rote. It gets boring.
In fact, I took to tantra originally so that I
could worship in more ways than one. That worship has ever more deepened my
experience of transcendence in activity, in spite of the drugs. In fact,
and a TMer can't really get this but it's true, yes, get this, when I close my
eyes and sit still for a second, there is always
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