Well I think MMY's behavior is a little strange. Most of the Hindus I know, including myself naturally respect Jesus and Christianity since it is part of the Hindu conditioning of "to each his own".
However I can identify with what Curtis crudely states as "Hindu triumphalism". It's natural that the Hindu thought or the ancient Indian wisdom's insistence on the purity, dignity, freedom of each individual's inner journey being superior to Christian fascination on a life-abnegating, poverty worshipping messiah from the dark ages which is no different from the Guru worship. In this case Maharishi was a big fucking hypocrite. I also don't agree with Curtis when he states that Jesus should have been medicated. Grandiosity and delusional behavior are a natural side effect of the highly intense, impersonal mystical energy. Jesus was just not sophisticated or intelligent enough to see it and he didn't have to - this was 2000 years back. If I was around Jesus I would have asked him to stop making a fool of himself, stop insulting my individual freedom and dignity by his insistence on suffering for my sins. I would have given him some decent clothes, some money and asked him to get a girlfriend and a job. But of course it's not a fair comparison since Jesus was the right answer for people 2000 years back since the culture was crude, uneducated and unsophisticated. So any criticism of Jesus has to consider the context he was in and the people, culture he was in. It's disgusting when the same mindset continues in the fascination for charlatans like Ammachi. On Sun, Dec 9, 2012 at 12:49 PM, Robin Carlsen <maskedze...@yahoo.com>wrote: > ** > > > 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. > > > > > > > > > > > >
