Re: [FairfieldLife] SuperDooperStition
On 4/3/2014 8:00 AM, TurquoiseBee wrote: Suffice it to say the whole thing turns into an epic battle between the heretics and the gods that puts the battle scenes in the Bhagavad-Gita righteously in the shade. Does it bother anyone else that the mime is talking? Almost everything mentioned in this post has already been done - I wonder if Barry has ever bothered to read any books on Hindu mythology? Go figure. 'Myths and Symbols in India Art and Civilization' by Heinrich Zimmer Edited by Joseph Campbell Bolingen Series, Princeton.
[FairfieldLife] SuperDooperStition
From: Michael Jackson mjackso...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Thursday, April 3, 2014 1:09 PM Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Soma and the Gods my revulsion is the idea that Marshy would teach this crap - as the writer of the article said, Marshy was the only one around who taught this stuff. It smacks of not just Hinduism but really superstitious Hinduism. If you can believe what Chopra wrote about M after he croaked, he was a superstitious man and passed that crap onto his sycophants. I mean, anyone who would tell folk to run hide when a solar eclipse is in the offing? I would say, Michael, that Maharishi was not only superstitious, but possibly the most superstitious person I've ever met in my life. He saw omens in pretty much *everything* he saw around him. I've told the story of seeing him walk into the meeting hall in Squaw Valley and finding that the night crew had not finished cleaning the room. As a result, all of the chairs were piled upside down on the tables, obviously so that people could sweep and vacuum and mop under them. When Maharishi saw this, he visibly blanched (I was standing only a few feet away), halted in his tracks, and refused to enter the room. He turned around, backtracked through the hordes of people who had just given him flowers, and exited, refusing to come back until all of the chairs had been set upright. When I asked Jerry about it later (he was my initiator, and I knew him from the L.A. center), he said that seeing chairs upside down was considered a bad omen and that Maharishi wouldn't enter until it was removed. Go figure, for a supposedly enlightened (and thus invincible) guy. We've also heard how he interpreted an icicle forming on the balcony of his digs in Vlodrop as a divine manifestation of the god Shiva. Perhaps it was, and the reason was that Maharishi had generated an enormous amount of stomach soma that day, and Shiva was thanking him for his efforts. :-) I jest, but the serious part is that Maharishi not only believed in the many superstitions he held, he taught them as if they were truth. And people *bought* them as if they were truth. The generation of an enlightenment endorphin or chemical as the result of enlightenment is not a new idea. This process being located in the gut and gods feeding off of it like vampires is kinda weird, but I'd give it a pass if it had been presented as fiction. I mean, think about it. It's the perfect basis for a TV series. You could call it True Soma, and set it in the future, when the Age Of Enlightenment has finally full dawned and almost everyone is practicing TM and the TMSP and living in fully-Vastu compounds generating veritable vats of soma for the gods to feast on. Into this paradise come a bunch of Off The Program Misfit Heretics, who in a fit of unstressing have taken offene at the gods pigging out on their soma. They've hired rogue chemists, and are trying to synthesize soma and market it as True Soma to the masses, even those few who have refused to embrace the Age Of Enlightenment and thus still spit non-meditators. The kicker of the series is that on the one hand the rebels ARE doing this out of compassion for their fellow man, wanting them to be able to enjoy the many benefits of stomach soma themselves. But on the other hand, they're doing it because they're sick and damned tired of the gods feasting on their energy and leaving far too little of it for them. They just want these Bramhaloka-dwelling, soma-sucking bastids off their backs. The drama (there *has* to be drama, because this is a Neo-Hindu future, after all...and it's on TV) is that the gods, being accomplished Siddhi-Masters and all, have looked into the future and have 'seen' that the artificial soma eventually produced by these heretics may work OK for the masses to give them a buzz, but to the gods it tastes like donkey piss. Worse than cheap Mexican beer. Way worse. So they're not at all happy about these misfits and their attempts to start a new beverage company. They want no part of this artificial soma revolution, and want humans to keep churnin' out the Good Stuff by meditating and bouncing on their butts half the day. (Program is longer in this future era.) Suffice it to say the whole thing turns into an epic battle between the heretics and the gods that puts the battle scenes in the Bhagavad-Gita righteously in the shade. It's real CGI Heaven, because by now both the heretics and the gods are full-blown Siddhi Masters, and fiery vajra-weapons are flyin' from both sides. We've already signed Brad Pitt to play our version of Arjuna, Johnny Depp to play the leader of the rebel heretics spit Barry, and Sir Anthony Hopkins to play Shiva, on the gods' side. Tony is already practising his I ate Barry's liver with a glass of S-S-S-Soma and it was Divine line. :-)
Re: [FairfieldLife] SuperDooperStition
This is first of all, quite funny and I think you should turn it into a novel - the premise is quite good. On Thu, 4/3/14, TurquoiseBee turquoi...@yahoo.com wrote: Subject: [FairfieldLife] SuperDooperStition To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Date: Thursday, April 3, 2014, 1:00 PM From: Michael Jackson mjackso...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Thursday, April 3, 2014 1:09 PM Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Soma and the Gods my revulsion is the idea that Marshy would teach this crap - as the writer of the article said, Marshy was the only one around who taught this stuff. It smacks of not just Hinduism but really superstitious Hinduism. If you can believe what Chopra wrote about M after he croaked, he was a superstitious man and passed that crap onto his sycophants. I mean, anyone who would tell folk to run hide when a solar eclipse is in the offing? I would say, Michael, that Maharishi was not only superstitious, but possibly the most superstitious person I've ever met in my life. He saw omens in pretty much *everything* he saw around him. I've told the story of seeing him walk into the meeting hall in Squaw Valley and finding that the night crew had not finished cleaning the room. As a result, all of the chairs were piled upside down on the tables, obviously so that people could sweep and vacuum and mop under them. When Maharishi saw this, he visibly blanched (I was standing only a few feet away), halted in his tracks, and refused to enter the room. He turned around, backtracked through the hordes of people who had just given him flowers, and exited, refusing to come back until all of the chairs had been set upright. When I asked Jerry about it later (he was my initiator, and I knew him from the L.A. center), he said that seeing chairs upside down was considered a bad omen and that Maharishi wouldn't enter until it was removed. Go figure, for a supposedly enlightened (and thus invincible) guy. We've also heard how he interpreted an icicle forming on the balcony of his digs in Vlodrop as a divine manifestation of the god Shiva. Perhaps it was, and the reason was that Maharishi had generated an enormous amount of stomach soma that day, and Shiva was thanking him for his efforts. :-) I jest, but the serious part is that Maharishi not only believed in the many superstitions he held, he taught them as if they were truth. And people *bought* them as if they were truth. The generation of an enlightenment endorphin or chemical as the result of enlightenment is not a new idea. This process being located in the gut and gods feeding off of it like vampires is kinda weird, but I'd give it a pass if it had been presented as fiction. I mean, think about it. It's the perfect basis for a TV series. You could call it True Soma, and set it in the future, when the Age Of Enlightenment has finally full dawned and almost everyone is practicing TM and the TMSP and living in fully-Vastu compounds generating veritable vats of soma for the gods to feast on. Into this paradise come a bunch of Off The Program Misfit Heretics, who in a fit of unstressing have taken offene at the gods pigging out on their soma. They've hired rogue chemists, and are trying to synthesize soma and market it as True Soma to the masses, even those few who have refused to embrace the Age Of Enlightenment and thus still spit non-meditators. The kicker of the series is that on the one hand the rebels ARE doing this out of compassion for their fellow man, wanting them to be able to enjoy the many benefits of stomach soma themselves. But on the other hand, they're doing it because they're sick and damned tired of the gods feasting on their energy and leaving far too little of it for them. They just want these Bramhaloka-dwelling, soma-sucking bastids off their backs. The drama (there *has* to be drama, because this is a Neo-Hindu future, after all...and it's on TV) is that the gods, being accomplished Siddhi-Masters and all, have looked into the future and have 'seen' that the artificial soma eventually produced by these heretics may work OK for the masses to give them a buzz, but to the gods it tastes like donkey piss. Worse than cheap Mexican beer. Way worse. So they're not at all happy about these misfits and their attempts to start a new beverage company. They want no part of this artificial soma revolution, and want humans to keep churnin' out the Good Stuff by meditating and bouncing on their butts half the day. (Program is longer in this future era.) Suffice it to say the whole thing turns into an epic battle between the heretics and the gods that puts the battle scenes in the Bhagavad-Gita
Re: [FairfieldLife] SuperDooperStition
From: Michael Jackson mjackso...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Thursday, April 3, 2014 8:49 PM Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] SuperDooperStition This is first of all, quite funny and I think you should turn it into a novel - the premise is quite good. Thanks. I had mucho fun writing it, sitting at a cafe even nearer to my house than Bad Habits, which has recently re-opened its patio to embrace the Spring weather. On Thu, 4/3/14, TurquoiseBee turquoi...@yahoo.com wrote: Subject: [FairfieldLife] SuperDooperStition To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Date: Thursday, April 3, 2014, 1:00 PM From: Michael Jackson mjackso...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Thursday, April 3, 2014 1:09 PM Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Soma and the Gods my revulsion is the idea that Marshy would teach this crap - as the writer of the article said, Marshy was the only one around who taught this stuff. It smacks of not just Hinduism but really superstitious Hinduism. If you can believe what Chopra wrote about M after he croaked, he was a superstitious man and passed that crap onto his sycophants. I mean, anyone who would tell folk to run hide when a solar eclipse is in the offing? I would say, Michael, that Maharishi was not only superstitious, but possibly the most superstitious person I've ever met in my life. He saw omens in pretty much *everything* he saw around him. I've told the story of seeing him walk into the meeting hall in Squaw Valley and finding that the night crew had not finished cleaning the room. As a result, all of the chairs were piled upside down on the tables, obviously so that people could sweep and vacuum and mop under them. When Maharishi saw this, he visibly blanched (I was standing only a few feet away), halted in his tracks, and refused to enter the room. He turned around, backtracked through the hordes of people who had just given him flowers, and exited, refusing to come back until all of the chairs had been set upright. When I asked Jerry about it later (he was my initiator, and I knew him from the L.A. center), he said that seeing chairs upside down was considered a bad omen and that Maharishi wouldn't enter until it was removed. Go figure, for a supposedly enlightened (and thus invincible) guy. We've also heard how he interpreted an icicle forming on the balcony of his digs in Vlodrop as a divine manifestation of the god Shiva. Perhaps it was, and the reason was that Maharishi had generated an enormous amount of stomach soma that day, and Shiva was thanking him for his efforts. :-) I jest, but the serious part is that Maharishi not only believed in the many superstitions he held, he taught them as if they were truth. And people *bought* them as if they were truth. The generation of an enlightenment endorphin or chemical as the result of enlightenment is not a new idea. This process being located in the gut and gods feeding off of it like vampires is kinda weird, but I'd give it a pass if it had been presented as fiction. I mean, think about it. It's the perfect basis for a TV series. You could call it True Soma, and set it in the future, when the Age Of Enlightenment has finally full dawned and almost everyone is practicing TM and the TMSP and living in fully-Vastu compounds generating veritable vats of soma for the gods to feast on. Into this paradise come a bunch of Off The Program Misfit Heretics, who in a fit of unstressing have taken offene at the gods pigging out on their soma. They've hired rogue chemists, and are trying to synthesize soma and market it as True Soma to the masses, even those few who have refused to embrace the Age Of Enlightenment and thus still spit non-meditators. The kicker of the series is that on the one hand the rebels ARE doing this out of compassion for their fellow man, wanting them to be able to enjoy the many benefits of stomach soma themselves. But on the other hand, they're doing it because they're sick and damned tired of the gods feasting on their energy and leaving far too little of it for them. They just want these Bramhaloka-dwelling, soma-sucking bastids off their backs. The drama (there *has* to be drama, because this is a Neo-Hindu future, after all...and it's on TV) is that the gods, being accomplished Siddhi-Masters and all, have looked into the future and have 'seen' that the artificial soma eventually produced by these heretics may work OK for the masses to give them a buzz, but to the gods it tastes like donkey piss. Worse than cheap Mexican beer. Way worse. So they're not at all happy about these misfits and their attempts to start a new beverage company. They want no part of this artificial soma revolution, and want humans to keep churnin' out the Good Stuff by meditating and bouncing on their butts half the day. (Program is longer in this future era.) Suffice it to say the whole thing turns
