From: whynotnow7 whynotn...@yahoo.com
To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Monday, December 19, 2011 4:27 PM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: TV yawns, plus TV kudos
Flagging (or perhaps flogging) his impotence, so to speak?
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend jstein@... wrote:
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, whynotnow7 whynotnow7@ wrote:
What was he doing in the whorehouse with a limp dick?
Waving it, like Barry does. ;-)
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, maskedzebra no_reply@ wrote:
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@ wrote:
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Rick Archer rick@ wrote:
On Behalf Of turquoiseb
Barry Wright: You know me...I honestly feel that Maharishi
had all the shakti or spiritual voltage of a limp dick
in a whorehouse :-)
RESPONSE: I think this a most apposite description of Maharishi and I am
envious of the person who composed it.
In fact it had the effect of clearing some of the residual fogginess from
my Unity Consciousness days—fogginess that I didn't realize was still
there.
I hope that the readers at FFL will take me at my word in this: Barry has
reached (he often does this) down into his soul to find the most honest
and revealing means of communicating what is the truth about Maharishi
Mahesh Yogi.
That's what I like about Barry: he goes to where it hurts deepest and the
most, and draws out his rather staggering wisdom from the beautifulness
of his suffering.
We all feel this.
No, if a person wanted to find out the ultimate truth about Maharishi
Mahesh Yogi—captured in one felicitous phrasing—he could not do better
than to meditate on what is said here in this post by Barry Wright.
And if this doesn't tell the whole story about who Maharishi was and his
effect on you and your life, then you have obviously have not attuned
yourself to the personal consciousness which could sum up Maharishi with
such fidelity to the truth: the truth not just per se but the truth even
of Barry's own experience at the time, when he was purportedly devoted to
Maharishi. You see, he knew in his soul even then that a time would come
when he could tell the world who Maharishi really was. Which he finally
has.
And it's all here, in this one sentence. I for one find this very
liberating, and consider this a gift from the one-day-after-his-birthday
boy in Amsterdam.
This even beats the colonoscopy putdown: that was pretty good; this is
better.
Jesus, are you there?
