Nice Share Edg. But what's with all the "sue me" stuff. Do you think anyone is going to take issue with your personal experiences, or your personal opinions?
Plus, I always figured you for the "I'm not the one who gets sued, I'M THE ONE WHO DOES THE SUING, type thing. (-: ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <no_re...@yahoogroups.com> wrote : How did I respond to the TM posters announcing the siddhi program? I cringed. By the time they came out, yeah, hey, I'd had some nice "spiritual" experiences, I was making book at the Napa center wherein THREE PERCENT of the folks were initiated in a couple years flat. Yeah, the earthquake Napa. Population 50,000 back then. And then that poster came out. At first, I was indoctrinated enough by the "six monthers" who came to the Berkeley center and SAID THEY SAW PEOPLE FLYING. They said stuff like: "This is the course we've all been waiting for. This is the course to take you to enlightenment." Etc. And I believed. Yes, I fucking did. So when the poster came out before I got the siddhis myself, ya'd athunk that Mr. True Believer here would be buzzed to do that Trotakacharya trip. But it was a bitch going around putting posters up, even though I was slurping the Kool-Anand-Ade...mostly. (The gig was paying me enough to run the center and eat at Baskin Robbins three times a week, ya know? It was a dream job for a hippy in VAST DENIAL. Ha!) But, let's put the whole confessional on the barrel top: after eight months rounding in Europe, after 1500 initiations, I was hesitant to even put up the posters that merely had Maharishi's 3x4 inch photo at the top -- up until "then" we had these other photoless posters. The Merv era being what a boon it was, yet still I was shuddering to represent the selling of the siddhis. It was a challenge to me even though I'd had good experiences, was sold out, was hauling in 50 pounds of puja fruit a week, and yet still I knew what I was up against as I asked each shopkeeper for permission to put up the poster. Got about 70% "no" and it just totally sucked. See? I still didn't want to be a ninny to these strangers, these shopkeepers, these spiritual NOBODYS, heh, but there I was: I needed them to help me spread a religion, so I was miserable postering the town. Sue me. And note that after all my great TM shit, I still had not had any magical psychological transformation into a saintly presence, and there I was pretty much being a shuck and jiver in my own eyes -- at the least for presenting myself as a teacher of any "ken" when there I was stuck in the relative yet still. Very stuck. And I had to have about three dozen serious whacks by REAL LIFE to finally stop meditating. Stop all of it, except reading books about Advaita very very very slowly with a lot of thoughts processing it all. You? I don't know what almost any of ye are doing? Out of the closet you buggers....see me above? What a hide-from-reality twit I was.....it's not that painful to admit now after decades, so yeah, I'm getting off easier than some of ya who might have been a whole lot more dedicated to evolution from the get-go and thus: you've hard wired you nervous system to produce "correct thinking"....mostly. But OUT! Out out....now! Heh. And as long as I'm riffing: Ya know, I think it's a fucking shame that we don't give two shits about Judy who may be dead in her apartment somewhere, but we don't -- after a decade -- know her phone number. This is the TMO -- taught us to suspect everyone as non-enlightened and unworthy -- to avoid intimacy -- while elevating Fat Fuck, Egg-head Fuck and Raja Fucks on golden pedestals. Signed, Edward Fucking William (aka Edg) Duveyoung -- come at you TMO fuckers -- take me on for slander -- I'm in the phone book and y'all is insane.
