--- In [email protected], Peter <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > > > --- shempmcgurk <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > > > I think your friend's observation is interesting and > > quite accurate > > in many ways but I somewhat disagree with his > > assessment that the TM > > teachers don't care anymore. > > > > I think they DO care. I think they care very much > > and have never > > stopped caring. > > I'm with you on that one Shemp. We care alot whether > we admit it to ourselves or not. For most of us MMY > brought us to this spiritual dance and no matter how > whacky he or his rajas get, we can't quite forget that > contact with him. I first met MMY when I was 18 and > his first glance at me blew me into oblivion. You can > NEVER, EVER forget that and the realization of > something so profound and so deeply significant in his > glance. If you never experienced this these words will > mean nothing to you other than deluded, mood-making > nonsense. But if you have, then you know EXACTLY what > I'm talking about. When MMY first looked at me I > realized in some inexplicable way I had come home > after millions of years. And for that I will always > bow down to what He is regardless of his craziness.
When I first came into contact with him I didn't see him at first...I heard him. I had travelled to TTC by plane and then a 4 hour train ride from Zurich to Murren, Switzerland. I had been up about 30 hours and when I got to the hotel I was told that MMY was there. They gave me a room on the third floor and I went right to sleep. But I woke up in the middle of the night (2am?) and had to pee. Since I was in the "low rent district" of hotel rooms, I went off to search for what I learned later (this was my first trip to Europe and didn't know at that point) that a "WC" was a water closet or toilet. So I kept walking. And I walked past a room where I heard MMY's voice. At first I thought it was a tape but then I realized there was another quality to it. I stopped and listened. And the only thing I can think of to describe the experience is the word "host"...as in host of angels or host of celestial beings. Because his voice took on a quality I have neve before or after experienced: it was out of time and space, yet had a visual and concrete quality to it as well as audio. And surrounding the sounds of his voice were thousands of undulating "beings" like fireflies around the flames of a fire. And these beings were totally subservient to the flames they surrounded while at the same time worshipping them...but they weren't flames but the syllables of words of his voice. And it all appeared very certain and mechanical at the same time. I don't know how long I stood there but I finally turned around and left because I was afraid of being caught eavesdropping...and I was in my underwear! > > > > > __________________________________________________ > Do You Yahoo!? > Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around > http://mail.yahoo.com > To subscribe, send a message to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Or go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FairfieldLife/ and click 'Join This Group!' Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FairfieldLife/ <*> Your email settings: Individual Email | Traditional <*> To change settings online go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FairfieldLife/join (Yahoo! ID required) <*> To change settings via email: mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/
