Oh Sal Oh Sal! I laughed like there was no tomorrow when I read of your followers wearing chains of paper clips! You are hilarious sometimes! -------------------------------------------- On Sun, 2/16/14, salyavin808 <[email protected]> wrote:
Subject: [FairfieldLife] RE: Drinking Vedic Coffee and Discerning 'Cult' from 'Sect' To: [email protected] Date: Sunday, February 16, 2014, 5:02 PM Yes it did sound familiar to Robin, I didn't have any rolling about on the floor crying. I was just sitting at my desk looking at a paper clip, suddenly I noticed a fingerprint on the metal and then I saw a rainbow in the oil of my fingerprint. And then everything changed, very real and profound. Wish I had the words to do it justice but the inner clarity and the colours and the sweetness and variety of emotion. All I remember thinking was "wow, I am the world". It only lasted four hours too, which isn't enough time to get a spiritual movement together. Probably just as well, all my followers would probably wear paperclips round their necks to signal their devotion - it could've been awful - but may have been great, the sitting round talking to people was really lovely, like those late night chats with good friends where you forget who you are and just roll with the conversation.Turn that up to eleven and you'll know where I'm coming from. I think it takes a certain sort of person to get an experience like that and take it some different level so other people can benefit. ---In [email protected], <authfriend@...> wrote: Fascinating, Salyavin. That is remarkably similar--virtually identical--to how Robin described his own exprience. Except for him, for whatever reason, it lasted for over a decade, and he spent 25 years working to get rid of it because of how ultimately destructive it had proved to be. << At work once I became the unwitting centre of attention when I slipped into "unity" on a busy friday afternoon when we were normally running around trying to wrap everything up. Everyone else just pulled up a chair and sat round my desk, it was amazing how different yet the same I was, intensely relaxed but wide awake and flowing all things good from some centre that wasn't even me but was everything that existed and it was all lush, powerful and vivid. Happy days, but it wore off a few hours later and that was that. What it all means I cannot say, my guess is nothing, just a phase, maybe all that bending my mind out of shape suddenly reflexively threw it into a euphoric state. But whatever, it doesn't work any more. >>
