This is first of all, quite funny and I think you should turn it into a novel -
the premise is quite good.
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On Thu, 4/3/14, TurquoiseBee <turquoi...@yahoo.com> wrote:
Subject: [FairfieldLife] SuperDooperStition
To: "FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com" <FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com>
Date: Thursday, April 3, 2014, 1:00 PM
From: Michael
Jackson <mjackso...@yahoo.com>
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Thursday, April 3, 2014 1:09 PM
Subject: Re:
[FairfieldLife] Re: Soma and the Gods
my revulsion is the idea that Marshy would teach
this crap - as the writer of the article said, Marshy was
the only one around who taught this stuff. It smacks of not
just Hinduism but really superstitious Hinduism. If you can
believe what Chopra wrote about M after he croaked, he was a
superstitious man and passed that crap onto his sycophants.
I mean, anyone who would tell folk to run hide when a solar
eclipse is in the offing?
I would say, Michael, that Maharishi was not only
superstitious, but possibly the most superstitious person
I've ever met in my life. He saw "omens" in
pretty much *everything* he saw around him.
I've told the story of seeing him walk into the meeting
hall in Squaw Valley and finding that the night crew had not
finished cleaning the room. As a result,
all of the chairs were piled upside down on the tables,
obviously so that people could sweep and vacuum and mop
under them. When Maharishi saw this, he visibly blanched (I
was standing only a few feet away), halted in his tracks,
and refused to enter the room. He turned around, backtracked
through the hordes of people who had just given him flowers,
and exited, refusing to come back until all of the chairs
had been set upright. When I asked Jerry about it later (he
was my initiator, and I knew him from the L.A. center), he
said that seeing chairs upside down was considered a
"bad omen" and that Maharishi wouldn't enter
until it was removed. Go figure, for a supposedly
enlightened (and thus invincible) guy.
We've also heard how he interpreted an icicle forming on
the balcony of his digs in Vlodrop as a divine manifestation
of the god Shiva. Perhaps it was, and the reason was that
Maharishi had generated an enormous amount of stomach soma
that
day, and Shiva was thanking him for his efforts. :-)
I jest, but the serious part is that Maharishi not only
believed in the many superstitions he held, he taught them
as if they were truth. And people *bought* them as if they
were truth.
The generation of an "enlightenment endorphin" or
chemical as the result of enlightenment is not a new idea.
This process being located in the gut and gods feeding off
of it like vampires is kinda weird, but I'd give it a
pass if it had been presented as fiction.
I mean, think about it. It's the perfect basis for a TV
series.
You could call it "True Soma," and set it in the
future, when the Age Of Enlightenment has finally full
dawned and "almost everyone" is practicing TM and
the TMSP and living in fully-Vastu compounds generating
veritable vats of soma for the gods to feast on. Into this
paradise come a bunch of Off The Program Misfit Heretics,
who in a fit of unstressing have taken
offene at the gods pigging out on their soma. They've
hired rogue chemists, and are trying to synthesize soma and
market it as "True Soma" to the masses, even those
few who have refused to embrace the Age Of Enlightenment and
thus still <spit> non-meditators.
The kicker of the series is that on the one hand the rebels
ARE doing this out of compassion for their fellow man,
wanting them to be able to enjoy the many benefits of
stomach soma themselves. But on the other hand, they're
doing it because they're sick and damned tired of the
gods feasting on their energy and leaving far too little of
it for them. They just want these Bramhaloka-dwelling,
soma-sucking bastids off their backs.
The drama (there *has* to be drama, because this is a
Neo-Hindu future, after all...and it's on TV) is that
the gods, being accomplished Siddhi-Masters and all, have
looked into the future and have 'seen' that the
artificial soma eventually produced by
these heretics may work OK for the masses to give them a
buzz, but to the gods it tastes like donkey piss. Worse than
cheap Mexican beer. Way worse. So they're not at all
happy about these misfits and their attempts to start a new
beverage company. They want no part of this artificial soma
revolution, and want humans to keep churnin' out the
Good Stuff by meditating and bouncing on their butts half
the day. ("Program" is longer in this future
era.)
Suffice it to say the whole thing turns into an epic battle
between the heretics and the gods that puts the battle
scenes in the Bhagavad-Gita righteously in the shade.
It's real CGI Heaven, because by now both the heretics
and the gods are full-blown Siddhi Masters, and fiery
vajra-weapons are flyin' from both sides. We've
already signed Brad Pitt to play our version of Arjuna,
Johnny Depp to play the leader of the rebel heretics
<spit> Barry, and Sir Anthony Hopkins to play Shiva,
on the gods'
side. Tony is already practising his "I ate
Barry's liver with a glass of S-S-S-Soma and it was
Divine" line.
:-)
