Wow! That was quite a reply - thank you Edg, and I note that all the TM TB'ers are being strangely silent on your post. I guess it kind of hard to refute cold hard facts. -------------------------------------------- On Thu, 4/17/14, Duveyoung <[email protected]> wrote:
Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: If the siddhis were real, here's a typical day in the life of a MSAE kid. To: [email protected] Date: Thursday, April 17, 2014 I believe, (not certain,) the rapist was the guy who built (or bought) the first dome house built in the FF area...just north on Pleasant Plain Rd....circa 1982ish? Steve? was his name.....would break into houses, rape and leave.....in cities all over Iowa...could be I'm remembering it wrongly, but some guy went to prison for serial rape. Don't know if he ever had a flying badge. Truth be told, the movement's history is thoroughly bespattered with offenses petty and grave done by those who got to hobnob with the uppers -- our betters by dint of bank account. And the lower staff too would leverage any bureaucratic power -- the course office folks, for instance, came across to me as quite twisted in their vibe. Too, the leaders were dumped suddenly and without explanations -- regularly ticked and tocked off no matter their reps with us minions. What? Our widely adored God Conscious Jerry Jarvis suddenly was just not up to being life-supporting in his role for the movement? Hmmmm, toughie to explain why Maharishi didn't magically see Jerry for what he was and would become, or that the technique failed to evolve him. Or what? Meanwhile a FF woman set herself on fire because of "love." Elsewhen, in a small meeting, a would be apostate faux guru slapped a woman across the face -- and that audience hardly flinched at that "therapy." The TMO history is freckled with those with good reputations and supposed spiritual heights who simply had bad luck -- their plane crashed while on a mission for Maharishi, their 20 million dollar company folds despite doing everything movementish, or they just dropped dead while young and well intended -- their good heartedness and charity and one-pointedness did exactly jack shit for them. In general, the poor stay poor, and the rich feel more evolved. And let's not forget those who taped off the first three rows of seats in virtually every meeting that Maharishi attended, and no one was ever told how to become someone important enough to sit in those areas....but I did see intiators seemingly saving seats for their families, and the rich always sat close or even on stage, etc. One never had to look at the movement too hard to spot how individuals cut every corner if their ego simply asserted it was okay to do it -- second thoughts be damned. My sister-in-law made out with Domesh in the back of a meeting with only 15 people in it -- I saw them. We're talking french kissing for fuck's sake. Everyone is a monkey brained rationalist. Who reading this has not heard DOZENS of stories of "long-time, devoted," TMers doing some seriously fucked up shit -- every sort of financial chicanery, the whole spectrum of infidelities, the small company potentates, the throngs packing meetings thrown by carpet-bagging magicians coming to town and siphoning off the TMers on the fringe of their true-believerism due to decades of abuse. Fairfield roils with iniquity. TM does not affect personality or morality. Nope. It. Does. Not. And we're gunna die -- pretty damned soon. Ready for it? My prediction: Ego process ceases, and any soul's individuality or ownership of a certain history dissolves into unfixable entropy -- only God could can remember every iota of any and all -- there's the only residual of existence possible for souls after the body goes poof -- as faint possibilities in the back of God's mind. And every day I was in the movement, I did the same immoral shit in my spheres of influence. We all do and did. TM did not save us from ourselves. Our shit was not gotten together. The organization to teach Esperanto is more successful in creating world peace -- bigger organization, better funded, thousands of offices. TMO did jack comparatively. And half the Beatles died young with personal histories replete with turmoil. Where's the beef? Where's the fucking beef? Who seems plump? Somebody's got the money, right? And yet I would not stay anyone about to sit and meditate -- no matter the provenance of the mantras used. Edg
