Although I had not practiced any of the TM siddhis in 30 years, this current snit hitting the fan has been so much fun I thought that I'd stoke up the old spiritual bong with the "Inner light" sutra (for know- ledge of things hidden from view) and the "Distinction between intellect and transcendence" sutra (for omnis- ience) and try to suss out the NEXT such snit, just waiting behind the etheric curtain, waiting to be revealed to the astute seer.
To my surprise, the "seeing" or "vision" I experienced as a result was immediate and profound, and was so powerful that not only do I not doubt its cosmic truth, I hold it to be just as true as the story about Maitreya appearing on nationwide TV recently and the story about Bevan Morris having to be rushed to the emergency room to have his rubber ducky removed from a sensitive area after inadvertently sitting on it in the bathtub. Anyway, here's the brief but clear vision I received. At some unspecified time in the future, it will be revealed that not only has Raja Ram been married and thus not preserving his ojas all this time, he just might have been spreading that ojas around a bit, Tiger Woods style. In my "inner light vision," what I "saw" was Raja Ram, "dressed down" in jeans and a striped French sailor's shirt, smoking a Gaulois and sporting a two-day beard and wearing a beret instead of a crown, sitting in a dimly-lit nightclub in the Pigalle district of Paris. Kiki La Stripeuse has just ended her set up on stage, in which she did things with hard-boiled eggs that reminded Raja Ram of the Hiranyagarbha or "Cosmic Egg" that the universe collapses into just before Creation re-manifests. Inspired and...uh...uplifted by the thought, he speaks: RR: Mademoiselle...can I offer you a libation? Kiki: 30 Euros. RR: Quoi? What? Kiki: 30 Euros for to watch me libate. RR: Non, non...tu ne comprends pas. You misunderstand. I was just offering to buy you a drink. Kiki: Zut! Why deed you not say so? I weel have a glass of champagne. C'est cher...expensive...but you have le cash, n'est-ce pas? RR: Oui, oui. Beaucoup de cash. I get paid a lot at my Day Job. Kiki: As a sailor? RR: Non, non...I am not a sailor. This outfit is just a disguise. Kiki: Good. It makes you look like a gay taxi dancer, and I was hoping you'd ask me to go upstairs with me and have some fun. That would have been extra if you were a gay taxi dancer...40 Euros. RR: [laughs] Non, I am not a sailor, *or* a dancer. But I may ask you to go upstairs with me just the same. I really enjoyed that thing you did with the eggs. Kiki: Pas de problem. Only 35 Euros eef you are not gay. What DO you do for ze work, for ze living? RR: That's why I need the disguise. I'm really the king or Maharajah of the Global Country of World Peace. Kiki: Deed I say 35 Euros? I meant 50 Euros... . . . TO BE CONTINUED...if the visions persist...
