Dear Xeno, Get out of my face please, you are blocking me from getting His Holiness's darshan.
I have no use for you now that His Holiness is back, if he leaves I will get back to you - I promise. Love ya, Ravi ---------- Forwarded message ---------- From: Xenophaneros Anartaxius <anartax...@yahoo.com> Date: Mon, Aug 27, 2012 at 7:59 AM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: mind boggling To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Ravi Chivukula <chivukula.ravi@...> wrote: > > *" (Your ambushes, Ravi are particularly inept and unfocused and largely > self-congratulatory. But then that is Ravi!) "* > > Oh c'mon now Xenophantoros Anaarchataxius, > > You really know how to hurt a person when they are down !!! Show me mercy > man - god. > > I have already made a peace offer. It was dumb, it was stupid of me - every > one here on FFL has acknowledged that, I have been soundly admonished - > what else do you want? > > Everyone saw the email where I bowed down to your wisdom - your status as > the Mayan Messiah, the Maitreya of Morons. How would I have to know that > you were in disguise pretending to be a cold, heartless person using > neo-advaita platitudes to support the morons with your weak moral stands, > all the while preparing them for the age of enlightenment? I see your > sacrifice now and bow down to it. > > Please don't hurt me anymore Xenophantoros Anaarchataxius, show me that > warm heartedness of you that's been the highlight of this past week. > > All glory be to Xenophantoros Anaarchataxius, the Greek God incarnated as - > the Mayan Messiah, the Maitreya of Morons !!! > > Love, > Ravi Have a nice day Ravi. Being praised and damned is, you know, a characteristic of a god. Why are these gods so like us? Like you, like me, our forgotten invention? For your information, I know very little about neo-adviata. I downloaded a PDF file emptybill posted here a while back and read that. That is the extent of my familiarity with the term. Every once and a while you almost seem sane. What is it like in there, during a moment where the activity of the world about is quieted, and you have nothing to do for the moment. What goes on in there, in Ravi. Old feelings trying to slither into awareness? Regrets? Thoughts that would speak of better (or worse) times to come? If Ravi were silent, what would emerge? A lost love is one of the hardest things to experience through. Things seem like old times, though I have not been here that long. The gang is back, except for Curtis. I think I would have liked LB to be here, but that was before my time.
