-----Frankly, not having met Maharishi, not having been a secretary of his, nor having known any of his secretaries first hand. Therefore knowing virtually knowing about Maharishi - the man, vs. Maharishi the God, I have very little honest opinion about him. 
 
It seems whatever opinion I can possibly have about M is related to my meditation. Same goes for his organization.  Therefore on days of good meditations I feel the basic connection to his spiritual side. On days of no meditations I feel the grosser side which is basic samsaric life, and I think those thoughts and reflect them back upon the man.
 
Now Rick knows M personally, he was a secretary for M, and he knows perhaps more people who were close to M personally than probably anyone else in the world alive today.
 
Me, I waffle back and forth about M, his Movement and his teachings, Rick doesn't waffle. He has remained steadfast in his opinions on M for a number of years.  So what I'm saying is that his steadfast thoughts concerning M don't come and go and so there is a stable basis for his opinions on M.
 
I doubt anyone else here has the necessary connections, initiative and personal experience to be able to size M, the man, up.  So I must trust Rick, since I don't even know M, and therefore what people say is all we have to go by.
 
I certainly wouldn't trust the motives of any of M's close followers, brainwashed idealists that they are. 
 
 
----- Original Message -----
From: feste37
Sent: Monday, July 18, 2005 8:30 AM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Email from an old friend

It's not a mixed metaphor, but I do prefer your version.

--- In [email protected], "Llundrub" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]...>
wrote:
>
> no ill, yet he sticks the knife in at every opportunity he gets --
> stabbing with a
> smile -- thus adding the stain of hypocrisy to the stench of
> betrayal.
>
> ------As a literature student I object to the mixed metaphors as it
sounds like
something an old folks home orderly would say. To make it a complete
thought could you add stealing people's narcotics and pupils
pinpointed from
phenylpropoxiphene, or something? Like this:
>
> Rick, crazed orderly in the old folks home of the Devas where
Maharishi is
head shrink, takes every opportunity to pop phenylpropoxiphene by the
rolls
and with pinpointed pupils of dangerous depositions seeks to stab the
yellow
skinned old cast off TM Peace Givernment, Charlie-horsing them while
twisting their yellowed and piss stained diapers, all the while
laughing
maniacally at the head shrink making signs of Satan in the headlights
of
samsaric cars backlit through dim windows on the hallway walls.
>
> Or something like that.




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