---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <no_re...@yahoogroups.com> wrote :
---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <mjackson74@...> wrote : OK here is a question for you starry eyed True Believers in the miracles that Mother India gives the world, that we may all clasp our hands and wax lyrical over whatever statue is weeping milk to what holy man is not eating today, that we may all be uplifted and inspired to know that we too may one day perform miracles if we do the "right" meditation, wear the right amulet, get the correct yagya, follow the right holy man and so on. Question: The man in the video is obviously advanced in years. Yet he has not consumed food or drink in 70 years. So how is it that he is so connected to the Home of All Knowledge, the Absolute, he is so amazingly a miracle that his body has aged? Is his siddhi, his connection to all the Laws of Nature not sattvic enough to prevent his body from aging in that time? Is his internal nectar strong and pure enough to enable him to live off of it, yet it can't keep him from aging? I am reminded of the "miracle" of the statue of Jesus in Mumbai that was shown by the Indian rationalist Sanal Edamaruk to be from leaking sewage pipes in the wall behind the statue. This is as incoherent as you comparing Nabby to a Nazi. Saying that I'm from Phoenix. And claiming you were kicked out of the bakery at MUM for no good reason. Mr Mike, YOU KNOW THEY HAD GOOD REASON. Fess up and clear your conscience so you can think more clearly. Just cruising quickly through this conversation I am wondering what it is about human beings that seek to squelch the hopeful, the optimist in others. Why do others feel it necessary to kill the willingness to believe in unusual and interesting phenomena and to attempt to ridicule those who are willing to consider unsubstantiated events possible? Can you tell me that, Dan? Are these people kill joys or are they something else? Why do they seek to bring everything down to the level of the mundane and the likely? Tell me why, New York Dan. Signed, Ann in Distress
