Most definitely, this is true--not just objectively, either. He has a terrific secret animus against Christ and Christianity--I noticed this in all the hours I studied him live and in every video, every audio tape. *And he communicated this contempt to his teachers*--each and every one--even without them knowing it.
No, Curtis read him perfectly here. He conveyed a sense of the inferiority of Christianity to Hinduism--and it was impossible not to catch this and appropriate it for oneself--as a TM teacher. It still persists probably in almost every initiator and ex-initiator. But Maharishi's hatred--it was deeper than Curtis's--who at least feels he is detached in the perfection of his religious belief: *There is no God*. With Maharishi, that antipathy went down as deep as the Crucifixion itself. This is the unmistakable impression I got from tracking Maharishi very closely on this matter, Michael. He even reacted to all the teachers singing "Silent Night" to him one Christmas. Robin --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson <mjackson74@...> wrote: > > If I may be so bold to ask, why do you say Maharishi despised Christianity? I > have never heard that. > > > > > ________________________________ > From: curtisdeltablues <curtisdeltablues@...> > To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com > Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 12:02 PM > Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas > > >  > Much appreciated. Merry Krishnaamas back atchya. > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, laughinggull108 <no_reply@> wrote: > > > > Curtis, if this was your one and only post to FFL, it would be enough, it > > would be enough...you got the gift man! Happy holidays! > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "curtisdeltablues" > > <curtisdeltablues@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and > > > you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers > > > you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic > > > begins. Having tasted versions of "Christmas" blends through the years, > > > I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the > > > trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint > > > (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, > > > a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend > > > perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. > > > But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial > > > mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in > > > my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really > > > quickly.) > > > > > > Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my > > > yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro > > > stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in > > > their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 > > > diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued > > > from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up > > > music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of > > > mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops > > > and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit > > > who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental > > > ship sails away for a few moments. > > > > > > The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some > > > Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put > > > together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not > > > at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: > > > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to > > > flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing > > > next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early > > > morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that > > > he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to > > > fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. > > > Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went > > > back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he > > > took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent > > > look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, > non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied > one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I > thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. > > > > > > Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad > > > repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by > > > more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members > > > of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and > > > an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her > > > pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine pregnancy in a > > > desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden > > > age-inappropriate hot wife with him. "This better be the ONLY divinely > > > conceived baby in this house Miss Missy!" > > > > > > My eyes drift up to my walls with pictures of Santas from 1930's > > > magazines gaily puffing on cigarettes (damn I wish I was English and > > > could say he was sucking on a fag) while the copy makes claims of the > > > throat soothing virtues of Chesterfields. Throat soothing! I've got > > > versions of them all over thanks to Ebay, as if Santa had a walk-on part > > > on Mad Men. > > > > > > I've got some hand carved camels made of olive wood led by a man on a > > > donkey who I can only assume is spending another Christmas in Guantanamo > > > and someone else is now leading these camels laden with the concentrated > > > sap of the poppy which I guess is the wink, wink, nudge, nudge, > > > translation for "frankincense and myrrh" > > > > > > I loves me some Christmas. It is an atheist version, but I don't let the > > > bastard child of a rapist ghost interfere with my nostalgia wallowing. > > > If you really listen to Christmas songs they are freak'n maudlin aren't > > > they? That hits my blues center just fine. I'm not even a hater of the > > > materialistic/commercial side of Christmas. I like being coerced into > > > buying presents with money I don't have, because otherwise I wouldn't do > > > it, and gift giving is a blast. (If you prime the pump with specific > > > requests, the receiving isn't so bad either.) > > > > > > The invention of the modern Christmas and many of its most iconic symbols > > > and traditions was pretty recently laid herky jerky on top of those > > > wonderful pagan contributions. (Let's get plastered and bring a tree > > > into the hut!) If some people want to believe that the arrival of one > > > fat baby will give their lives meaning, who really cares? (Oh yeah, I do > > > when they put crèches on the public courthouse lawn...) > > > > > > So to all my friends at FFL, I hope you play this version of All I Need > > > for Christmas is You (NOT the sappy Mariah Carey puke version, but the > > > cool Vince Vance and the Valiants version) > > > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1VkMBi9vvw > > > > > > Brew yourself a steaming cup of your own version of Christmas coffee, > > > (I'm pretty sure Santa would pour some brandy, bourbon or scotch in his) > > > and contemplate that even though the baby Jesus story is just a human > > > contrivance meant to cover up the indiscretions of an overly hot young > > > Mid Eastern woman married by the barbaric customs of her day to an old > > > coot with shriveled olives, take heart. By the time the first crocuses > > > are poking their noses out of the snow, he will be executed for being the > > > world's first Occupy Jerusalem hippie. Wait, that wasn't the landing I > > > was trying to stick⦠> > > > > > Share that enhanced coffee with someone you love, turn the song up, and > > > who knows, you might get as lucky as the Holy Spirit). Love is my > > > version of Bethlehem's shining star that makes me get on my camel and > > > ride into that beautiful silent night. > > > > > >
