[FairfieldLife] Cynthia Lennon pays tribute to Maharishi
Cynthia still has happy memories of her time at Maharishi's ashram in India with the Beatles and was unimpressed with hubby John's fit of petulance which brought their stay to a premature close. And she still practises TM ! Follow the link to see full story in today's Sunday Times (UK). . . http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/music /article3340963.ece
[FairfieldLife] Re: Reviews of Miller's Book
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, steveemming [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Has Anyone read Jon Michael Millers' Book? It's called A Wave on the Ocean: Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, Transcendental Meditation, Mallory and Me. Please submit a review. This one book came out and I must of missed it. Jon Michael Miller was a former Governor-cum-Ambassador in the TM movement through the 1970s and has penned an autobiographical account of his ups and downs. (His book is on the Lulu label a print-on- demand, self-publishing outfit.) Be aware that the first half of the book has no reference to TM whatsoever but is an account of Miller's journey from poor country boy origins (Pennsylvania way) through to college lecturer in English (which doesn't prevent a lot of literals in the text, such as Jane AustIn and GinsbUrg). Mostly though we learn of his complicated love life. His very complicated love life. He alternates between hedonistic periods involving a succession of liberated ladies while pining for a more committed and meaningful relationship and then marrying more suitable (?) women (plural) who he then quickly tires of. Eventually Miller develops a habit of using porn on the one hand (no pun intended) and on the other romantically fixating on a former idealised lover - and fellow TMer - the Mallory of the book's title. It's not her real name but as his lady love used to teach Sanskrit at MIT and still lives in Fairfield, with the help of other details in the book she shouldn't be hard to identify for locals. As the lady doesn't approve of Miller's book, however, no doubt she deserves to be left in peace. Miller lacks the dry humour and eye for telling detail of Gilpin's recent Maharishi Effect or the insider celebrity goss of Nancy Cooke de Herrera's All You Need Is Love (both those are surely essential reads for Fairfield Lifers?). However he tells a (painfully) honest tale and for a reader who wants an alternative slant on the Movement during its period of greatest public exposure this could be worth a read. Miller had an interesting encounter with Aryan security supremo Peter Heubner (aka Hubner) at Seelisberg and he later worked for the TV channel KSCI when it first launched. Miller eventually left the Movement at the end of the seventies disillusioned with the elitism and the emphasis on siddhis and he seems to have also eventually abandoned meditation to return to his beloved Keats and Wordsworth. His admiration for Maharishi is undimmed however.
[FairfieldLife] Re: Reviews of Miller's Book
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, s3raphita [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, steveemming steveemming@ wrote: Has Anyone read Jon Michael Millers' Book? It's called A Wave on the Ocean: Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, Transcendental Meditation, Mallory and Me. Please submit a review. This one book came out and I must of missed it. Jon Michael Miller was a former Governor-cum-Ambassador in the TM movement through the 1970s and has penned an autobiographical account of his ups and downs. (His book is on the Lulu label a print-on- demand, self-publishing outfit.) Be aware that the first half of the book has no reference to TM whatsoever but is an account of Miller's journey from poor country boy origins (Pennsylvania way) through to college lecturer in English (which doesn't prevent a lot of literals in the text, such as Jane AustIn and GinsbUrg). Mostly though we learn of his complicated love life. His very complicated love life. He alternates between hedonistic periods involving a succession of liberated ladies while pining for a more committed and meaningful relationship and then marrying more suitable (?) women (plural) who he then quickly tires of. Eventually Miller develops a habit of using porn on the one hand (no pun intended) and on the other romantically fixating on a former idealised lover - and fellow TMer - the Mallory of the book's title. It's not her real name but as his lady love used to teach Sanskrit at MIT and still lives in Fairfield, with the help of other details in the book she shouldn't be hard to identify for locals. As the lady doesn't approve of Miller's book, however, no doubt she deserves to be left in peace. Miller lacks the dry humour and eye for telling detail of Gilpin's recent Maharishi Effect or the insider celebrity goss of Nancy Cooke de Herrera's All You Need Is Love (both those are surely essential reads for Fairfield Lifers?). However he tells a (painfully) honest tale and for a reader who wants an alternative slant on the Movement during its period of greatest public exposure this could be worth a read. Miller had an interesting encounter with Aryan security supremo Peter Heubner (aka Hubner) at Seelisberg and he later worked for the TV channel KSCI when it first launched. Miller eventually left the Movement at the end of the seventies disillusioned with the elitism and the emphasis on siddhis and he seems to have also eventually abandoned meditation to return to his beloved Keats and Wordsworth. His admiration for Maharishi is undimmed however. Sorry -my literal! Should read: his lady love used to teach Sanskrit at MIU and still lives in Fairfield And not Sanskrit at MIT - unless they're getting wise to Vedic anticipations of the unified field, of course.
[FairfieldLife] Re: First sane theory about Malaysia Airlines Flight 370
From the link: However there is the possibility, given the timeline, that there was an overheat on one of the front landing gear tires, it blew on take-off and started slowly burning. Yes, this happens with underinflated tires! Remember: Heavy plane, hot night, sea level, long-run takeoff.: If this is true then it suggests we need to revise standard operational procedures. If a hot night can initiate a fire in a tire then we need to restrict take-offs during heat waves! Taking the overall scenario described in the article, the cause of the fire - and the incapacitating fumes - is surely more likely to be an illegal and dangerous substance packed in a crate in the cargo storage area. ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb@... wrote : WTF is *wrong* with commentators and conspiracy nuts that they forget about fuckin' Occam's Razor and common sense? http://www.wired.com/autopia/2014/03/mh370-electrical-fire/ http://www.wired.com/autopia/2014/03/mh370-electrical-fire/ http://www.wired.com/autopia/2014/03/mh370-electrical-fire/
[FairfieldLife] Re: Pu(t)tin a hex on Hitler!
I shall have Birds Eye fish fingers for supper tonight as my way of saying thank you. William Seabrook demonstrates the proper tom-tom rhythm for a legitimate hex, while Florence Birdseye -- of the Birdseye frozen-food family -- keeps the beat on the right.
[FairfieldLife] Come again?
When we used to listen to pop songs on crappy transistor radios it was easy to mishear the lyrics. The best-known example has to be Purple Haze by Hendrix who (apparently) sang: Scuse me, while I kiss this guy. When we saw him perform on TV we looked at each other with raised eyebrows to say - did he just sing what I thought he sang? Of course, the correct lyric was Scuse me, while I kiss the sky but it seems Hendrix latched on to the joke and in his live concerts would actually sing the guy version as an in-joke. My own favourite misunderstanding was the McCoys Hang On Sloopy track. I really thought it was about Charlie Brown's dog Snoopy. I liked the bubblegum sound but it did seem an odd subject for a pop song, a cartoon character - but what the hell, that was Americans for you. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TlTKhPkZSJo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TlTKhPkZSJo
[FairfieldLife] Re: Come again?
My confusion about the topic of Sloopy is made more understandable when you recall that the next year Snoopy vs. the Red Baron hit the charts which really *was* about that damned cartoon dog . . . https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oxzg_iM-T4E https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oxzg_iM-T4E
[FairfieldLife] Woman hears for the first time
Joanne Milne, 40, from Gateshead, was born deaf, and during her 20s also began to lose her vision due to the rare medical condition Usher Syndrome. But last month she was fitted with cochlear implants and after 40 years of silence the life-changing procedure has meant she is now able to hear. The incredible moment when she hears a nurse going through the days of the week was filmed by her mother and shows her bursting into tears in shock. This is an emotional (tears will flow) moment: there is a some good news in a world full of cynical and alarming events. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyECCMdlVFo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyECCMdlVFo
[FairfieldLife] Re: New York TM teaching is maxed out
Re Dentistry is definitely a big for profit enterprise even if they say they're not.: Dentists have the highest rates for suicide of any profession. If I had to spend my life examining decaying teeth and breathing in halitosis I'd have checked out long ago.
[FairfieldLife] Alfred, Lord Tennyson's mantra
Victorian poet Tennyson seems to have stumbled upon TM before MMY took out the copyright on the name. Take this quote of his: A kind of walking trance I have frequently had, quite up from boyhood, when I have been all alone. This has often come upon me through repeating my own name to myself silently till, all at once, as it were, out of the intensity of the consciousness of individuality, the individuality itself seemed to dissolve and fade away into boundless being; and this not a confused state, but the clearest of the clearest, the surest of the surest, the weirdest of the weirdest, utterly beyond words, where death was an almost laughable impossibility, the loss of personality (if so it were) seeming no extinction, but the only true life. I love that line: where death was an almost laughable impossibility. Here's a (clearly autobiographical) passage from Ancient Sage . . . And more, my son! for more than once when I Sat all alone, revolving in myself The word that is the symbol of myself, The mortal limit of the Self was loosed, And past into the Nameless, as a cloud Melts into heaven. I touch'd my limbs, the limbs Were strange, not mine--and yet no shade of doubt, But utter clearness, and thro' loss of Self The gain of such large life as match'd with ours Were Sun to spark--unshadowable in words, Themselves but shadows of a shadow-world. And here's another quote to show how vitally important the experience was to him: Yes, it is true there are moments when the flesh is nothing to me, when I feel and know the flesh to be the vision, God and the spiritual—the only real and true. Depend upon it, the spiritual is the real; it belongs to one more than the hand and the foot. You may tell me that my hand and my foot are only imaginary symbols of my existence. I could believe you, but you never, never can convince me that the I is not an eternal reality, and that the spiritual is not the true and real part of me. I wonder what his mantra was: The word that is the symbol of myself and Repeating my own name to myself silently. Did he repeat Alf or Alfie or what? AaalPh sounds like it would make an acceptable mantra! We need some clever chap to create a universal mantra program on the Web. You type in the syllables and the program lets you know what effect the vibrations would have on your nervous system.
[FairfieldLife] Re: Alfred, Lord Tennyson's mantra
Re I'd be interested to know what they [Tennyson's quotes] mean to people who have never had any sort of transcendent experience. Is there any sense of recognition or just interest?: An early biographer mentions these quotes but clearly had no idea what Tennyson was on about. He took the statements as being *arguments* for philosophical idealism - he was unable to escape his rationalist mindset and see that the poet was talking about lived experience, as obvious as that is to you and I. Perhaps Tennyson was fated to be an army officer fighting for the Empire but the mantra Alfie he repeated from his youth was found pleasing to Saraswati and she turned his finer consciousness towards poetry . . . I don't take this last statement literally but I wouldn't rule out the idea that his regular meditation sessions did awaken a latent ability in him. ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, no_re...@yahoogroups.com wrote : Very nice. I've come across a few obvious references to spontaneous spiritual breakthroughs myself. I like finding them because the writer is obviously moved by the experience and feels the need to include them in a book so their characters can get the benefit of a deeper look at life or sense of the wonder beyond what we think is normality. I shall look them out and post them as they are always good descriptions from poetic types that have the ability to encapsulate the moment. I'd be interested to know what they mean to people who have never had any sort of transcendent experience. Is there any sense of recognition or just interest? I can't remember ever noticing them before I got into meditating. ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, s3raphita@... wrote : Victorian poet Tennyson seems to have stumbled upon TM before MMY took out the copyright on the name. Take this quote of his: A kind of walking trance I have frequently had, quite up from boyhood, when I have been all alone. This has often come upon me through repeating my own name to myself silently till, all at once, as it were, out of the intensity of the consciousness of individuality, the individuality itself seemed to dissolve and fade away into boundless being; and this not a confused state, but the clearest of the clearest, the surest of the surest, the weirdest of the weirdest, utterly beyond words, where death was an almost laughable impossibility, the loss of personality (if so it were) seeming no extinction, but the only true life. I love that line: where death was an almost laughable impossibility. Here's a (clearly autobiographical) passage from Ancient Sage . . . And more, my son! for more than once when I Sat all alone, revolving in myself The word that is the symbol of myself, The mortal limit of the Self was loosed, And past into the Nameless, as a cloud Melts into heaven. I touch'd my limbs, the limbs Were strange, not mine--and yet no shade of doubt, But utter clearness, and thro' loss of Self The gain of such large life as match'd with ours Were Sun to spark--unshadowable in words, Themselves but shadows of a shadow-world. And here's another quote to show how vitally important the experience was to him: Yes, it is true there are moments when the flesh is nothing to me, when I feel and know the flesh to be the vision, God and the spiritual—the only real and true. Depend upon it, the spiritual is the real; it belongs to one more than the hand and the foot. You may tell me that my hand and my foot are only imaginary symbols of my existence. I could believe you, but you never, never can convince me that the I is not an eternal reality, and that the spiritual is not the true and real part of me. I wonder what his mantra was: The word that is the symbol of myself and Repeating my own name to myself silently. Did he repeat Alf or Alfie or what? AaalPh sounds like it would make an acceptable mantra! We need some clever chap to create a universal mantra program on the Web. You type in the syllables and the program lets you know what effect the vibrations would have on your nervous system.
[FairfieldLife] Re: Astral Projection and Auras
Back in 1902, the Theosophist Leadbeater wrote Man Visible and Invisible which covers the bases. Here's a link to the text on-line which includes lots of colour plates but also I've copied in his interpretations of the colours below. There are lots of groups offering courses in astral projection and/or lucid dreaming in the UK. Do a Google. http://www.anandgholap.net/Man_Visible_And_Invisible-CWL.htm http://www.anandgholap.net/Man_Visible_And_Invisible-CWL.htm 134.Anger, for example, is represented by scarlet, and love by crimson and rose; but both anger and love are often deeply tinged with selfishness, and just so far as that is the case will the purity of their respective colors be dimmed by the hard brown-grey which is so characteristic of this vice. Or again, either of them may be mingled with pride, and that would instantly show itself by a tinge of deep orange. Many examples of such commingling, and of the resultant shades of color, will be seen as we continue our investigation; but our first endeavor must be to learn to read the meaning of the simpler hues. We will give here a list of some of these which are most common. 135.Black. - Thick black clouds in the astral body mark the presence of hatred and malice. When a person unhappily gives way to a fit of passionate anger, the terrible thought-forms of hate may generally be seen floating in his aura like coils of heavy, poisonous smoke. 136.Red. - Deep-red flashes, usually on a black ground, show anger; and this will be more or less tinged with brown as there is more or less of direct selfishness in the type of anger. What is sometimes called “noble indignation” on behalf of someone oppressed or injured may express itself in flashes of brilliant scarlet on the ordinary background of the aura. 137.Lurid, sanguinary red - a color which is quite unmistakable, though not easy to describe - indicates sensuality. 138.Brown. - Dull brown-red, almost rust-color, means avarice; and it usually arranges itself in parallel bars across the astral body, giving a very curious appearance. 139.Dull, hard brown-grey signifies selfishness, and is unfortunately one of the very commonest colors in the astral body. 140.Greenish-brown, lit up by deep red or scarlet flashes, denotes jealousy, and in the case of the ordinary man there is nearly always a good deal of this color present when he is what is called “in love”. 141.Grey. - Heavy leaden grey expresses deep depression, and where this is habitual its appearance is sometimes indescribably gloomy and saddening. This color also has the curious characteristic of arranging itself in parallel lines, as has that of avarice, and both give the impression that their unfortunate victim is imprisoned within a kind of astral cage. 142.Livid grey, a most hideous and frightful hue, betokens fear. 143.Crimson. - This color is the manifestation of love, and is often the most beautiful feature in the vehicles of the average man. Naturally it varies very greatly with the nature of the love. It may be dull, heavy, and deeply tinged with the brown of selfishness, if the so-called love occupies itself chiefly with the consideration of how much affection is received from somebody else, how much return it is getting for its investment. But if the love be of that kind that thinks never of itself at all, nor of what it receives, but only of how much it can give, and how entirely it can pour itself forth as a willing sacrifice for the sake of the loved one, then it will express itself in the most lovely rose-color; and when this rose-color is exceptionally brilliant and tinged with lilac, it proclaims the more spiritual love for humanity. The intermediate possibilities are countless; and the affection may of course be tinged in various other ways, as by pride or jealousy. 144.Orange. - This color is always significant of pride or ambition, and has almost as many variations as the last-mentioned, according to the nature of the pride or the ambition. It is not infrequently found in union with irritability. 145.Yellow. - This is a very good color, implying always the possession of intellectuality. Its shades vary, and it may be complicated by the admixture of various other hues. Generally speaking, it has a deeper and duller tint if the intellect is directed chiefly into lower channels, most especially if the objects are selfish; but it becomes brilliantly golden, and rises gradually to a beautiful clear and luminous lemon or primrose yellow, as it is addressed to higher and more unselfish objects. 146.Green. - No color has more varied signification than this, and it requires some study to interpret it correctly. Most of its manifestations indicate a kind of adaptability, at first evil and deceitful, but eventually good and sympathetic. 147.Grey-green, a
