The Andante Of Snakes They weave a slow andante as in sleep, Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white; With blue and lidless eyes at watch they keep A treachery of silence; infinite
Ancestral angers brood in these dull eyes Where the long-lineaged venom of the snake Meditates evil; woven intricacies Of Oriental arabesque awake, Unfold, expand, contract, and raise and sway Swoln heart-shaped heads, flattened as by a heel, Erect to suck the sunlight from the day, And stealthily and gradually reveal Dim cabalistic signs of spots and rings Among their folds of faded tapestry; Then these fat, foul, unbreathing, moving things Droop back to stagnant immobility. Arthur Symons [http://images.clipartof.com/small/1048180-Royalty-Free-RF-Clip-Art-Illu\ stration-Of-A-Cartoon-Evil-Snake.jpg] --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, maskedzebra <no_reply@...> wrote: > > Dear Vaj, > > Look, Vaj: if you can furnish *any* proof that you know me beyond having (perhaps) been a witness to an hour's conversation in Washington, DC 25 years ago where I resisted hearing my astrology chart read aloud to me (being at that time a serious convert to Catholicism, and having understood the Church's Teaching about the harm of accepting some mystical determinism as the explanation for the person that I was), I will promise to support and champion you here at FFL. And why am I willing to become a Vaj apologist (if you provide the slightest evidence to back up your claim: "I'd be happy to refresh your memory!")? Because clearly, if there is any truth whatsoever in this assertion of yoursnot to mention that indeed you were in fact a TM initiatorit means that you have decided, even knowing that you are telling the truth about these things, that you deliberately wish to arouse suspicion about the veracity of those same claims. And thisthe motive you have in wanting people to doubt the truth of what you sayintrigues me, as suggesting you are following some enigmatic and impenetrable mission, a mission whose success evidently depends upon your acquiring a reputation as a liar and a mountebank. > > What this amounts to, then, is some kind of manipulated martyrdom: you are in fact a TM initiator; you did in fact have personal contact with Maharishi; you did practice the Sidhis; and you really did have a face-to-face conversation with me (even hearing me speak about Michael Jacksonalthough once I became a Catholic I certainly altered my idea of everything, including what I took to be somethingat that time 1984-85angelic about Jackson)but you choose to shroud all this in doubt and skepticism. What a fascinating strategybut I ask: to what end? > > On the other hand, I have decided if this aforementioned interpretation is in defiance of the actual facts of the matter, then I, in all sincerity, Vaj, ask that you seek professional help; or, if that is considered too infra dig, that you seriously attempt to get control of your compulsions, your Pinocchio-Walter Mitty Syndrome, through some act of will. > > [The American Heritage Dictionary defines a Walter Mitty as "an ordinary, often ineffectual person who indulges in fantastic daydreams of personal triumphs.] > > Now I don't of course dismiss your intelligence, nor your knowledge of various Eastern spiritual practices. And perhaps you are even an accomplished person in the world. But this hunger to have a purely imaginary lifeassociating yourself with TM, with Maharishi, with being a TM initiator, with knowing (and even having confronted) myselfwhen, as you know in your conscience all this is a lie, well, it just baffles me. But then when I see you in action here at FFL I realize that this entire fantasy life has got the better of you; that you cannot help yourself; that you are powerless to get control of this behaviour. And therefore I am going to look upon you, Vaj, with mercy and compassion. You cannot help following out this dream world to the very end. > > That is, assuming the alternate interpretation is invalid: that you are not gathering intelligence for some secret agency who is paying you a fortune to have your reputation and honour besmircheddeliberatelyby making sure you say things that you are certain others will know cannot be true. > > I would, thoughand I realize this is ironic in the extremelike to share one confidential fact about me: I am married to Lady GagaNow of course she will deny this if you confront her with this fact; but the truth is, she has to do this; indeed she is even supposed not to remember even that we are married. But know, Vaj that we *are* married. Just ask her to e-mail you offline and *I* will be happy to refresh her memory. > > Robin > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Vaj vajradhatu@ wrote: > > > > > > On Nov 27, 2011, at 12:41 AM, maskedzebra wrote: > > > > > I don't know you at all, Vaj. And you don't know me. That first sentence of yours, it's your signature move. You are a fantasist. If you can provide the name of one person from my past who will vouch for your claim to know me, I will disavow what I say now without equivocation: you are a liar. I think you could say you travelled with Lenin on the train to Moscow just before the Revolution. What is this all about, Vaj? This for me is a dangerous condition. Get a grip. If you overheard something I said about Michael Jackson back in 1984 you would, without even trying, convey the context of my experience. This is just something you picked up second-hand. And it does not communicate, even then (when I was in my Unity hallucination] what I thought about Michael Jackson. Vaj you have never once even attempted to establish your bona fides regarding Maharishi, TM, being a TM teacher, or your personal knowledge of myself. I am amazed that anyone takes you seriouslythat is, when you attempt to falsify your personal history. You are a stranger to me, Vaj. And if you did in fact meet me that one afternoon, I can't recall you saying anything to me at all. Until you are willing to be honest with me I will simply reject all your claims to know anything at all about mefrom personal experience. > > > > > > Great Robin. Email me off list and I'd be happy to refresh your memory! > > >
