> I'm not sure the TM movement owns it anymore. I seem to recall that they let it go rather than pay some taxes.
All they care about is money. They tore down the chapel on MUM campus without even a sigh on their parts. They just do what they want to do, when in Rome destroy Rome like Godzilla -- like me and you on our smaller scales, yes? A favorite story I was told -- don't know if it's true -- was when the movement had a fire in an assembly hall, and the folding chairs were burned. The chairs had been rented, so Maharishi told someone to quickly offer the renter of the chairs a low ball price for them -- low ball, cuz you know, "they're old and worn" etc. -- and thus he was able to buy the chairs for much lower cost than if the owner had known that they would otherwise have to have been replaced with full cost new chairs. So, if the story is true, then that shows the movement being perfectly willing to pass its bad karma downhill. It may be the natural order of things, but to me it was just another story of how the movement has no heart, no concern for our attachments or personal histories, no sense of fair play and the buck stops here, no honoring of our affections for family, nation, religion, career, etc. All is secondary to backroom mystery figures doing the deal making who can take a retiree's last buck and kick them out the door if they're one minute late on their next course fee payment. I could rationalize it all as "tough love that evolves us out of our identifications," but again and again, zombie eyes of the course office slaves, zombie eyes of Bevan announcing the chapel's impending destruction, zombie eyes of John putting the hit on another married woman -- all these eyes -- I've never seen one of them blink yet. When the movement didn't blink for me, it felt like a bullet in the heart, but that's just me before Byron Katie. Now I know I allowed it all to happen, eyes wide shut. Edg
