---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <no_re...@yahoogroups.com> wrote :
This video could be all the "evidence needed" to savage the movement's various conceits. Firstly, those who would show us how to be perfect invited a hostile interviewer to ask questions. Who knew? They should have. Some perfection that, eh? And this from MMY etc. who had done, oh I don't know, say, ONE MILLION TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND FOUR HUNDRED TWENTY THREE previous interviews -- ya'd thunk they'd know how to get-er-done by that time. I never saw Maharishi cop out of an interview so poorly.....it was a major EMOTIONAL CONTROL FAIL on his part...I saw him be grumpy like this a couple times, but for such an important interview, he simply LOST IT. My conclusion is: he was showing his age. I couldn't watch most of it. The mind-sets of the minions were on the verge of making me nauseous, honest.....I think it's because for so many years I sat and listened to that crappola and never spoke up about anything. "Don't rock the boat or they'll take your badge, kick the kids outta school, and lose your permanent file." Something like that for me, but for others too, there was so much investment in the movement in terms of time, real estate, kids, etc. that by the time it was painfully obvious that we were all jerks who fell for some kookoo shit, well, we'd learned to live in FF -- no mean feat -- and we liked each other if only because we were all wearing the same emperor's new clothes. But to experience that vibe on the video again...triggered a ton of shame-on-me for taking it up the ass from these guys. See? I can walk away from that shame, not a slippery slope issue for me, but THERE IT IS always at the ready to be recalled and there's my emotions once again. BAH.....this is the price still being paid by so many. I can actually say that my decision to learn more about and eventually get involved with Robin was my form of rebellion and protest to all things staid and stuck and rigid about the Movement. I wanted to get on a board a train that, although crazy in and of itself, was giving the finger every moment of the day to the stuffed shirts I remembered from MIU. Robin, no matter what anyone thinks or says, was the polar opposite of order and rigidity and dogma. He was there at the right time for me. He was the guy, metaphorically speaking, in the polka dot suit in the back of the lecture hall throwing spit balls and getting ready to do the foxtrot.
