--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, maskedzebra <no_reply@...> wrote: > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Vaj vajradhatu@ wrote: > > Dear Robindranath: > > On Dec 12, 2011, at 6:18 PM, maskedzebra wrote: > > Dear Vaj, > > Robin: Your fantasizing, I see, extends even into the living moment. Take for instance, your comments here. You have provided no personal, experiential, even intellectually believed evidence for one to assume you have 'figured out' Ravi Chivukula. > > Vaj: Robindra - you dipshit - that was the *point*, to leave a deliberate vacuum. Like the unanswered question(s) you keep desperately begging. > > Robin2: A lie. > > Robin: Your insinuation that you have, remains just an invisible simulacrum of reality: you have no conviction about Ravi that you would submit as the truthsay, on point of death. You don't believe in your own words, Vaj, as these words, have the assumed appearance of having constructed some kind of argument that would have us believe you know all about the intra-personal mechanics of Ravi and the RTM. > > Vaj: Actually, I have considerable (but not absolute Carlsenian) certainty. It's a relative thing. And that's fine. If it makes you squirm out more letters, is that my problem or yours? > > Robin2: Disembodied words having not a ghost of a chance of ever living inside your mouth. > > Vaj: I would argue that the vacuity was actually always on your side. > > Robin2: You would argue, if you had to, that that a baby sleeping was an unnatural act. > > Vaj: I merely pointed it out. Now that infamous finger is pointing again. > > Robin2: I don't point fingers, dude: I milk cows. And warm milk comes from them udders. Try it. > > Robin: It is the very same with Transcendental Meditation, Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, and your status as a former TM initiator. > > At least now you have providedunlike Ravithe unequivocal experimental evidence of what your problem is: you live in an unreal world. If you would declare from you heart that you believed in a single thing you have said herein the same way you believe that your mother loved or loves you; that you enjoyed your first romantic kiss; that you felt the sensation of finally learning to ride a bicycleif what you say in this post has *any* resemblance to any of these experiences, then I would have to take you seriously, Vaj. > > Vaj: LOL, oh OK! > > Not enuff draaahma? > > Robin2: You should think about this, Vaj: writing like your eating ice-cream. You could be a ventriloquist's dummy. I won't believe you, Vaj, until you add a fifth season. Something between winter and spring. Fit it in. Invent it. > > Robin: As it is, you are writing into the exact same context which enables you to blithely carry on talking about your TM and initiator expertise, when in fact, these things do not have any real existence for you whatsoever. > > Vaj: Actually, you're simply changing the context here to one of your own obsessions. I did not mention nor did I imply anything of the kind. This is ALL your projection - a phantom you constantly invoke. > > Robin2: "I do not know which to prefer,/ The beauty of inflections/ Or the beauty of innuendoes,/ The blackbird whistling/ Or just after" [WS] > > Vaj: And you've never provided so much as a quote, an email, nothing I've said onmy own to even present a question worth answering! Just this constant 'begging of the question'. I suspect very much that any similar WTS participant (victim?) would get a similar treatment (unless a favored, certified non-demonic one), "a friend". > > Robin2: "O thin men of Haddam,/ Why do you imagine golden birds?/ Do you not see how the blackbird/ Walks around the feet/ Of the women about you?" [WS] > > Vaj: These types of disconnects we call "non sequiturs" (note: this is different from a Steinian "non sequitur", which is when a person cannot understand an implication, often due to not adhering the linear laws of "Flatland"). > > Robin2: "Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan/ Of tan and henna hackles, halt!/ Damned universal cock, as if the sun/ Was blackamoor to bear your blazing tail./ Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! I am the personal./ Your world is you. I am my world./ You ten-foot poet among inchlings. Fat!/ Begone! An inchling bristles in these pines,/ Bristles, and points their Appalachian tangs,/ And fears not portly Azcan nor his hoos." [WS] > > Robin: But more than this, Vaj: you cannot even summon up the bluff and bravado and appropriate subjective responsethat defines us as human beingsin the face of these challenges to the veracity of your claims. You don't even defend yourself. This is telling. [But this no-defence is itself no defence: don't pull the supreme disinterestedness argument here, Vaj: you would be a total idiot to do this. But if you must, go ahead. You can tell me you are Guru Dev's grandson, and I would have to assign to this claim the same status as I would if you claim you are not defending yourself here because of some imperturbable state of spiritual equilibrium.] > > Vaj: Oh Robindra. You FFL youngster. Who are you to define my disinterestedness? > > Robin2: Do you know when you were conceived, Vaj? Is it the same moon now, as then? > > Robin: And the same goes for what you say here in this post. Now it would be very different if I did in fact sense that you were someone with a definitive and sincere 'take' or interpretation of Ravi Chivukula. You see, Vaj: *I would feel this*. > > Vaj: What, no callouses of former demonic confrontation? > > Robin2: If someone offers you a piece of apple pie, do you flush it down the toilet? Assume there is good cheddar on topand the pie is hot. > > Vaj: There comes a certain point, where you can just sit back, and observe. About the only thing that would 'perturb' me at this point is another Ravi suicide, feel-sorry-for-me routine. > > Robin2: You can't be going out the door and going in the door at the same time, I think. > > Robin: Take the music videos that are posted here: like Keith Jarrett at Koln: if you can listen to that musicabsorb it into your nervous systemand start posting to me, making the same assertions that you have in this post, without removing yourself from the innocent receptivity of listening to Keith Jarrettso as to appreciate himthen I am refuted. > > Vaj: OK. But I gotta tell you - Keith J. is kinda passé for me. What's next, Abba? > > Robin2: If itchiness were a random act, and not predestined, then we would be scratching a lot more. > > Robin: You see, Vaj, it is very simple. You have pretended here that you do in fact have some visceral or psychological 'feel' for the phenomenon that is Ravi Chivukula. > > Vaj: Well duh. I've been here a bit longer than you - and after a half a dozen or so "look Ma, I'm enlightened" TM or Amma types, you kinda get used to it. > > Robin2: There is a poodle I lovea very masculine poodle. When he shits I know the quality of his consciousness makes his poo a more acceptable substance under the sun, and among the flowers, than the shit of other dogs. > > Vaj: Esp. if you saw it (uh-hum)...previously. > > Robin2: Tim Tebow, he just keeps winning. >
shabda-jñaanaanupaatii vastushuunyo vikalpaH [:p]
