[FairfieldLife] Re: I think I did it - maybe not
Good memory, now when are you going to send one? --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Vaj vajradhatu@... wrote: Yep, came through. If I emailed you a picture from c. 1983 you'd (I suspect) recognize immediately as I typically sat to the left of the camera team. Sent from my iPad On Jan 22, 2012, at 9:25 PM, awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com wrote: HOOoooopopo Are we allowed to put photos on our posts and if so how? Also, I sent a picture to the album 'FFL members' and it hasn't appeared. Any ideas? Thanks --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: Ok, sorry, told you I was not great with computers. Here it is: I am female, 55 years old, American/Canadian dual citizen but American citizen originally. I live in Victoria, BC. I own two retail stores, was a professional horse rider/trainer for 30 years. I am married to a non-WTS Canadian man. Have three dogs, two horses and don't meditate regularly anymore. Two step kids, well grown up. Do you need a picture or other info? Thanks for all the info, but I wasn't really looking for it. I was just trying to point out that the profile you thought was publicly viewable wasn't, and thus to the casual reader you were just as anonymous as any of the other anonymous posters here. Thanks also (in another post) for your update on what brought you here. What you wind up posting or not posting is up to you, and I wish you well with it. I guess the only thing I'm wondering about is the thing that seems to have set Robin off the most in his interactions with Vaj. Vaj says that he and other people witnessed RWC becoming violent with his students, including pushing or shoving them onstage or allegedly actually hitting them. Robin claims that this is not true, and that it was *never* true. Me, because I wasn't there, I don't know. If you have any light to shed on this it would be interesting, because I for one don't trust the memory of what he did and did not do 25 to 30 years ago to a person I suspect could have been more than a little delusional at the time. My experience with spiritual teachers or former spiritual teachers who look back on their lives is that their version of events is *rarely* to be trusted. They tend to practice revisionist history on their own history. IMO many times they do this unconsciously or subconsciously, at other times they do it quite consciously. I know, for example, that if one had asked the fellow I hung with for a while (Rama - Frederick Lenz) whether he had ever struck any of his students, he would have looked straight into the asker's face (or into the camera) and declared an emphatic No. In my opinion he would even have *believed* it as he was saying it. But since I actually witnessed him doing this a couple of times, and have heard first-hand testimony from others confirming that he struck them, I have come to the conclusion that his version of events was not to be trusted. This is what I'm curious about with regard to RWC. He seems to be claiming emphatically that he never struck any of his students, at any time. Others claim the opposite. You're the first person to appear here who seems to have been in a position to comment on these claims and counter-claims one way or another. I can certainly understand if you don't want to, but that was my main motivation in urging you to go into a little more depth about what it was like to be around him in those days. Suit yourself. Talk, don't talk, whatever. :-) I'm just clarifying what I was really trying to convey to you orig- inally. That is, that in your early posts here you seemed to assume that many or most of us already knew what it was like to actually be part of WTS and hang with Robin at that time. We don't. All that we do know are in the form of claims and counter-claims, all as yet unresolved. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: I am basically computer-illiterate but if you click on that little purple awoelflebater next to the messages on FFL it will come up with a profile page. Then click on your profile and it will come up. Tried that. It comes up with a big Not Found page for me. You may be seeing it because you created the profile, but we may be unable to see it because of the settings you chose (even if you didn't realize it) when setting up your account. Your last sentence above makes me suspect that this is the issue; I
[FairfieldLife] Re: I think I did it - maybe not
Only one thing funny about that memory. The camera team was spread all over the room. Switcher in the middle back usually, two cameras on each side of the switcher. So whose left exactly did you sit on? Not to be too picky or anything. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Vaj vajradhatu@... wrote: Yep, came through. If I emailed you a picture from c. 1983 you'd (I suspect) recognize immediately as I typically sat to the left of the camera team. Sent from my iPad On Jan 22, 2012, at 9:25 PM, awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.com wrote: HOOoooopopo Are we allowed to put photos on our posts and if so how? Also, I sent a picture to the album 'FFL members' and it hasn't appeared. Any ideas? Thanks --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: Ok, sorry, told you I was not great with computers. Here it is: I am female, 55 years old, American/Canadian dual citizen but American citizen originally. I live in Victoria, BC. I own two retail stores, was a professional horse rider/trainer for 30 years. I am married to a non-WTS Canadian man. Have three dogs, two horses and don't meditate regularly anymore. Two step kids, well grown up. Do you need a picture or other info? Thanks for all the info, but I wasn't really looking for it. I was just trying to point out that the profile you thought was publicly viewable wasn't, and thus to the casual reader you were just as anonymous as any of the other anonymous posters here. Thanks also (in another post) for your update on what brought you here. What you wind up posting or not posting is up to you, and I wish you well with it. I guess the only thing I'm wondering about is the thing that seems to have set Robin off the most in his interactions with Vaj. Vaj says that he and other people witnessed RWC becoming violent with his students, including pushing or shoving them onstage or allegedly actually hitting them. Robin claims that this is not true, and that it was *never* true. Me, because I wasn't there, I don't know. If you have any light to shed on this it would be interesting, because I for one don't trust the memory of what he did and did not do 25 to 30 years ago to a person I suspect could have been more than a little delusional at the time. My experience with spiritual teachers or former spiritual teachers who look back on their lives is that their version of events is *rarely* to be trusted. They tend to practice revisionist history on their own history. IMO many times they do this unconsciously or subconsciously, at other times they do it quite consciously. I know, for example, that if one had asked the fellow I hung with for a while (Rama - Frederick Lenz) whether he had ever struck any of his students, he would have looked straight into the asker's face (or into the camera) and declared an emphatic No. In my opinion he would even have *believed* it as he was saying it. But since I actually witnessed him doing this a couple of times, and have heard first-hand testimony from others confirming that he struck them, I have come to the conclusion that his version of events was not to be trusted. This is what I'm curious about with regard to RWC. He seems to be claiming emphatically that he never struck any of his students, at any time. Others claim the opposite. You're the first person to appear here who seems to have been in a position to comment on these claims and counter-claims one way or another. I can certainly understand if you don't want to, but that was my main motivation in urging you to go into a little more depth about what it was like to be around him in those days. Suit yourself. Talk, don't talk, whatever. :-) I'm just clarifying what I was really trying to convey to you orig- inally. That is, that in your early posts here you seemed to assume that many or most of us already knew what it was like to actually be part of WTS and hang with Robin at that time. We don't. All that we do know are in the form of claims and counter-claims, all as yet unresolved. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: I am basically computer-illiterate but if you click on that little purple awoelflebater next to the messages on FFL it will come up with a profile page. Then click on your profile and it will come up. Tried that. It comes up with a big Not Found page for me. You may be seeing it because you created the profile, but we may be unable to see
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: I think I did it - maybe not
On Jan 23, 2012, at 9:42 AM, awoelflebater wrote: Only one thing funny about that memory. The camera team was spread all over the room. Switcher in the middle back usually, two cameras on each side of the switcher. So whose left exactly did you sit on? Not to be too picky or anything. Oh yeah, you're right (as best as I can remember). I usually sat to the left of center, or sometimes elsewhere. I remember speaking to you a couple of times, so I suspect you could remember me.
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: I think I did it - maybe not
On Jan 23, 2012, at 9:35 AM, awoelflebater wrote: Good memory, now when are you going to send one? As soon as I have your email and am in front of Lightroom (my photo repository) I'll send you one!
[FairfieldLife] Re: I think I did it - maybe not
sa...@victoriasaddlery.com. Now where is that dang lightroom? Maybe at the bottom of a large pile in a room far, far away ;-) --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Vaj vajradhatu@... wrote: On Jan 23, 2012, at 9:35 AM, awoelflebater wrote: Good memory, now when are you going to send one? As soon as I have your email and am in front of Lightroom (my photo repository) I'll send you one!
[FairfieldLife] Re: I think I did it - maybe not
I see I have to split up that email address. You know the first part, the second part is victoriasaddlery.com --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote: sales@... Now where is that dang lightroom? Maybe at the bottom of a large pile in a room far, far away ;-) --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Vaj vajradhatu@ wrote: On Jan 23, 2012, at 9:35 AM, awoelflebater wrote: Good memory, now when are you going to send one? As soon as I have your email and am in front of Lightroom (my photo repository) I'll send you one!
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: I think I did it - maybe not
On Jan 23, 2012, at 9:57 AM, awoelflebater wrote: sa...@victoriasaddlery.com. Now where is that dang lightroom? Maybe at the bottom of a large pile in a room far, far away ;-) No, it's on my Mac at home. I digitized all my slides from that time period last winter.
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: I think I did it - maybe not
On Jan 23, 2012, at 10:00 AM, awoelflebater wrote: I see I have to split up that email address. You know the first part, the second part is victoriasaddlery.com Got it thanks. I'll also send some pictures I took of our dear Robindra.
[FairfieldLife] Re: I think I did it - maybe not
Cool, I have literally hundreds of photos from the three years. I was sort of the official photographer, especially of non-seminar gatherings and events. They are still in slide pages in the basement. I haven't looked at them in years but maybe one day I will convert the slides. I doubt it though. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Vaj vajradhatu@... wrote: On Jan 23, 2012, at 9:57 AM, awoelflebater wrote: sales@... Now where is that dang lightroom? Maybe at the bottom of a large pile in a room far, far away ;-) No, it's on my Mac at home. I digitized all my slides from that time period last winter.
[FairfieldLife] Re: I think I did it - maybe not
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote: Cool, I have literally hundreds of photos from the three years. I was sort of the official photographer, especially of non-seminar gatherings and events. They are still in slide pages in the basement. I haven't looked at them in years but maybe one day I will convert the slides. I doubt it though. I like I doubt it though. :-) In my life I've moved so often that I gained -- every time I had to move it -- a fairly realistic impression of how much baggage from the past I was carrying around with me from town to town. One of the things that stood out among that baggage were boxes of memorabilia (tapes, books, videos, photos, etc.) from my various spiritual trips. The TM/Maharishi box hit the dumpster way back when I lived in Malibu. I left nothing on my bookshelves or among my possessions from that whole era of my life. The Rama stuff went later. I think I left the last of it in a dumpster in the south of France. In each case, walking away from the dumpster I felt fifty pounds lighter. This is not meant as an insult, although I suspect some here might take it as one. It's my real-life experience. Letting go of that stuff was WAY liberating. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Vaj vajradhatu@ wrote: On Jan 23, 2012, at 9:57 AM, awoelflebater wrote: sales@ Now where is that dang lightroom? Maybe at the bottom of a large pile in a room far, far away ;-) No, it's on my Mac at home. I digitized all my slides from that time period last winter.
[FairfieldLife] Re: I think I did it - maybe not
I might have missed something, but nothing about what you just wrote would have struck me as insulting. Interesting some of the teachers you have been involved with. I am pretty pedestrian in my history of gurus, haven't left a trail of boxes in dumpsters in cool places- just that pile of slide books downstairs. I know I won't throw them out because it was an amazing time, not one I want to revisit however, and there are, if I say so myself, some awfully good shots. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: Cool, I have literally hundreds of photos from the three years. I was sort of the official photographer, especially of non-seminar gatherings and events. They are still in slide pages in the basement. I haven't looked at them in years but maybe one day I will convert the slides. I doubt it though. I like I doubt it though. :-) In my life I've moved so often that I gained -- every time I had to move it -- a fairly realistic impression of how much baggage from the past I was carrying around with me from town to town. One of the things that stood out among that baggage were boxes of memorabilia (tapes, books, videos, photos, etc.) from my various spiritual trips. The TM/Maharishi box hit the dumpster way back when I lived in Malibu. I left nothing on my bookshelves or among my possessions from that whole era of my life. The Rama stuff went later. I think I left the last of it in a dumpster in the south of France. In each case, walking away from the dumpster I felt fifty pounds lighter. This is not meant as an insult, although I suspect some here might take it as one. It's my real-life experience. Letting go of that stuff was WAY liberating. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Vaj vajradhatu@ wrote: On Jan 23, 2012, at 9:57 AM, awoelflebater wrote: sales@ Now where is that dang lightroom? Maybe at the bottom of a large pile in a room far, far away ;-) No, it's on my Mac at home. I digitized all my slides from that time period last winter.
[FairfieldLife] Re: I think I did it - maybe not
I haven't moved internationally so my perspective is different. In my moves I always enjoy digging into my Maharishi box which is usually burried under other boxes of more likely read books after the move. I have my SCI course from High School and all different eras of my involvement. Reading things I wrote back then, I am reminded of my mindset and how differently I see things now. In some ways it is like a bird visiting a cage to read the Maharishi speak ridden lines. And then there is the manila envelope of correspondence from my movement romances. Such idealism, so many ee cummings' poems! Halcyon days thick with naiveté and a bizarre surety about my future in the magical land of enlightenment. Where streams of white chocolate ran into rivers of dark chocolate, and the wagging tails of puppies were made of licorice, and the clouds would be made of cotton candy and some of them would hug the ground like fog so you could reach them for a bite... I'm gunna keep on lugging that box around till I can't any longer. It is too easy for me to forget that guy that I was back then. But he is still in here somewhere, balancing idiocy with optimism. I don't reject him, but I would rather put a bullet in my head than share a home with him! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: Cool, I have literally hundreds of photos from the three years. I was sort of the official photographer, especially of non-seminar gatherings and events. They are still in slide pages in the basement. I haven't looked at them in years but maybe one day I will convert the slides. I doubt it though. I like I doubt it though. :-) In my life I've moved so often that I gained -- every time I had to move it -- a fairly realistic impression of how much baggage from the past I was carrying around with me from town to town. One of the things that stood out among that baggage were boxes of memorabilia (tapes, books, videos, photos, etc.) from my various spiritual trips. The TM/Maharishi box hit the dumpster way back when I lived in Malibu. I left nothing on my bookshelves or among my possessions from that whole era of my life. The Rama stuff went later. I think I left the last of it in a dumpster in the south of France. In each case, walking away from the dumpster I felt fifty pounds lighter. This is not meant as an insult, although I suspect some here might take it as one. It's my real-life experience. Letting go of that stuff was WAY liberating. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Vaj vajradhatu@ wrote: On Jan 23, 2012, at 9:57 AM, awoelflebater wrote: sales@ Now where is that dang lightroom? Maybe at the bottom of a large pile in a room far, far away ;-) No, it's on my Mac at home. I digitized all my slides from that time period last winter.
[FairfieldLife] Re: I think I did it - maybe not
I checked out your website. I sort of recognize you when I squint my eyes and look cross eyed but would have to get out that proverbial yearbook. It is wonderful that you have found such a deep passion in your music. Passionless people must be in some sort of hell. I would rather be running around like an idiot pursuing what I love. Even if, ultimately, I never get very good at it. I figure you can leave boxes behind but you still carry everything around inside. I can't regret whatever I've experienced, what a waste of time. But I can and do regret what I have done to hurt others and there has been plenty of that. That is sort of why this FFL is a funny place for me to be. There are lots of opportunities to be clever and cutting. There is this captive audience watching the ball go back and forth, back and forth. You can become a really self-important faceless focus of people. And you can stab and punch and there are no ramifications other than a returning volley of words back at you. I figure FFL is a really great forum for cowards and I am not thinking of anyone when I say this, believe me. It is also a wonderful opportunity to have one's ego stroked (as well as bruised). It seems to be an addiction for some and I get the feeling there is sometimes an element of masochism in it (Hit me again, pleeeaaase.) Enough, I will send you some pics from that photo shoot last night I told you about. I think you will see my husband's passion in it, his photos are pretty good and it is really fun on the other side of the camera as well. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... wrote: I haven't moved internationally so my perspective is different. In my moves I always enjoy digging into my Maharishi box which is usually burried under other boxes of more likely read books after the move. I have my SCI course from High School and all different eras of my involvement. Reading things I wrote back then, I am reminded of my mindset and how differently I see things now. In some ways it is like a bird visiting a cage to read the Maharishi speak ridden lines. And then there is the manila envelope of correspondence from my movement romances. Such idealism, so many ee cummings' poems! Halcyon days thick with naiveté and a bizarre surety about my future in the magical land of enlightenment. Where streams of white chocolate ran into rivers of dark chocolate, and the wagging tails of puppies were made of licorice, and the clouds would be made of cotton candy and some of them would hug the ground like fog so you could reach them for a bite... I'm gunna keep on lugging that box around till I can't any longer. It is too easy for me to forget that guy that I was back then. But he is still in here somewhere, balancing idiocy with optimism. I don't reject him, but I would rather put a bullet in my head than share a home with him! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: Cool, I have literally hundreds of photos from the three years. I was sort of the official photographer, especially of non-seminar gatherings and events. They are still in slide pages in the basement. I haven't looked at them in years but maybe one day I will convert the slides. I doubt it though. I like I doubt it though. :-) In my life I've moved so often that I gained -- every time I had to move it -- a fairly realistic impression of how much baggage from the past I was carrying around with me from town to town. One of the things that stood out among that baggage were boxes of memorabilia (tapes, books, videos, photos, etc.) from my various spiritual trips. The TM/Maharishi box hit the dumpster way back when I lived in Malibu. I left nothing on my bookshelves or among my possessions from that whole era of my life. The Rama stuff went later. I think I left the last of it in a dumpster in the south of France. In each case, walking away from the dumpster I felt fifty pounds lighter. This is not meant as an insult, although I suspect some here might take it as one. It's my real-life experience. Letting go of that stuff was WAY liberating. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Vaj vajradhatu@ wrote: On Jan 23, 2012, at 9:57 AM, awoelflebater wrote: sales@ Now where is that dang lightroom? Maybe at the bottom of a large pile in a room far, far away ;-) No, it's on my Mac at home. I digitized all my slides from that time period last winter.
[FairfieldLife] Re: I think I did it - maybe not
My TM box is in storage. Haven't looked at it since I packed it for my move to New Jersey 10 years ago. I have several boxes like that containing papers and memorabilia associated with various periods in my life. Haven't looked at them in a decade either. They'll probably sit there in storage along with furniture and books and other crap I couldn't fit into my condo apartment but might well want to get at if I ever move to a larger place. But the longer I'm here, the more I like it, so all of it will quite possibly sit in that storage unit for the rest of my life, and my sister will have to throw it out when I kick the bucket. I do have a few TM-related books in my current library, most of which I never look at, but once in a while one or another of them is a useful source for a quote or info related to FFL discussions (particularly MMY's Gita and SBAL). --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... wrote: I haven't moved internationally so my perspective is different. In my moves I always enjoy digging into my Maharishi box which is usually burried under other boxes of more likely read books after the move. I have my SCI course from High School and all different eras of my involvement. Reading things I wrote back then, I am reminded of my mindset and how differently I see things now. In some ways it is like a bird visiting a cage to read the Maharishi speak ridden lines. And then there is the manila envelope of correspondence from my movement romances. Such idealism, so many ee cummings' poems! Halcyon days thick with naiveté and a bizarre surety about my future in the magical land of enlightenment. Where streams of white chocolate ran into rivers of dark chocolate, and the wagging tails of puppies were made of licorice, and the clouds would be made of cotton candy and some of them would hug the ground like fog so you could reach them for a bite... I'm gunna keep on lugging that box around till I can't any longer. It is too easy for me to forget that guy that I was back then. But he is still in here somewhere, balancing idiocy with optimism. I don't reject him, but I would rather put a bullet in my head than share a home with him! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: Cool, I have literally hundreds of photos from the three years. I was sort of the official photographer, especially of non-seminar gatherings and events. They are still in slide pages in the basement. I haven't looked at them in years but maybe one day I will convert the slides. I doubt it though. I like I doubt it though. :-) In my life I've moved so often that I gained -- every time I had to move it -- a fairly realistic impression of how much baggage from the past I was carrying around with me from town to town. One of the things that stood out among that baggage were boxes of memorabilia (tapes, books, videos, photos, etc.) from my various spiritual trips. The TM/Maharishi box hit the dumpster way back when I lived in Malibu. I left nothing on my bookshelves or among my possessions from that whole era of my life. The Rama stuff went later. I think I left the last of it in a dumpster in the south of France. In each case, walking away from the dumpster I felt fifty pounds lighter. This is not meant as an insult, although I suspect some here might take it as one. It's my real-life experience. Letting go of that stuff was WAY liberating. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Vaj vajradhatu@ wrote: On Jan 23, 2012, at 9:57 AM, awoelflebater wrote: sales@ Now where is that dang lightroom? Maybe at the bottom of a large pile in a room far, far away ;-) No, it's on my Mac at home. I digitized all my slides from that time period last winter.
[FairfieldLife] Re: I think I did it - maybe not
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote: I checked out your website. I sort of recognize you when I squint my eyes and look cross eyed but would have to get out that proverbial yearbook. It is wonderful that you have found such a deep passion in your music. Passionless people must be in some sort of hell. I would rather be running around like an idiot pursuing what I love. Even if, ultimately, I never get very good at it. Thanks for checking out my site. Yes, I am a forgettable face but it comes in handy during bank robberies. I have always been consumed by my interests. When someone tells me they are bored, I look at them like they are on another planet. I figure you can leave boxes behind but you still carry everything around inside. I can't regret whatever I've experienced, what a waste of time. But I can and do regret what I have done to hurt others and there has been plenty of that. Well I certainly gave my parents hell being in the group, but in retrospect, the person I was heading to become without it might have been worse! I love all the opportunities for pubic speaking I got to do at an early age. That experience really serves me well today in all the teaching contexts I am in today. That is sort of why this FFL is a funny place for me to be. There are lots of opportunities to be clever and cutting. There is this captive audience watching the ball go back and forth, back and forth. You can become a really self-important faceless focus of people. And you can stab and punch and there are no ramifications other than a returning volley of words back at you. I figure FFL is a really great forum for cowards and I am not thinking of anyone when I say this, believe me. It is also a wonderful opportunity to have one's ego stroked (as well as bruised). It seems to be an addiction for some and I get the feeling there is sometimes an element of masochism in it (Hit me again, pleeeaaase.) Although the negatives are the most obvious impression, for me that is just static and an excuse to put my fingers on my keyboard when I am not inspired enough to be creative. A lot of what seems to just be bickering is people who like to write taking a lap around the track, that is how I look at a lot of what goes on here. You get what you put in here in my experience. I try to keep my eye on my own goals here and that serves me. I enjoy the process of tuning into a person and finding out what wavelength we can enjoy. Most enthusiastic posters here have a lot of different sides to tune into. And then there are people who lay down quality stuff but stay out of the fray. Lots of freedom to choose what works for you. Enough, I will send you some pics from that photo shoot last night I told you about. I think you will see my husband's passion in it, his photos are pretty good and it is really fun on the other side of the camera as well. How awesome to share an art form with your husband. Those are the relationships that work best for me, ones where hanging out involves learning. I've got a great version of that myself these days, so high five for domestic bliss! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: I haven't moved internationally so my perspective is different. In my moves I always enjoy digging into my Maharishi box which is usually burried under other boxes of more likely read books after the move. I have my SCI course from High School and all different eras of my involvement. Reading things I wrote back then, I am reminded of my mindset and how differently I see things now. In some ways it is like a bird visiting a cage to read the Maharishi speak ridden lines. And then there is the manila envelope of correspondence from my movement romances. Such idealism, so many ee cummings' poems! Halcyon days thick with naiveté and a bizarre surety about my future in the magical land of enlightenment. Where streams of white chocolate ran into rivers of dark chocolate, and the wagging tails of puppies were made of licorice, and the clouds would be made of cotton candy and some of them would hug the ground like fog so you could reach them for a bite... I'm gunna keep on lugging that box around till I can't any longer. It is too easy for me to forget that guy that I was back then. But he is still in here somewhere, balancing idiocy with optimism. I don't reject him, but I would rather put a bullet in my head than share a home with him! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: Cool, I have literally hundreds of photos from the three years. I was sort of the official photographer, especially of non-seminar gatherings and events. They are still in slide pages in the basement. I
[FairfieldLife] Re: I think I did it - maybe not
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend jstein@... wrote: My TM box is in storage. Haven't looked at it since I packed it for my move to New Jersey 10 years ago. I have several boxes like that containing papers and memorabilia associated with various periods in my life. Haven't looked at them in a decade either. They'll probably sit there in storage along with furniture and books and other crap I couldn't fit into my condo apartment but might well want to get at if I ever move to a larger place. But the longer I'm here, the more I like it, so all of it will quite possibly sit in that storage unit for the rest of my life, and my sister will have to throw it out when I kick the bucket. I must be more sentimental about my old things. I still visit my Dad in my childhood home and love to knock around and bump into memories. It could be something as simple as a notch in a table associated with a battle with my brother or even some relic like a formaldehyde preserved Moray eel from the days when I had a laboratory and imagined becoming a doctor. (I didn't anticipate organic chemistry in college!) It will be very weird when I don't have that touchstone of continuity in my life anymore. Every visit seems like a form of therapy and gives me self perspective. But I guess the people in our lives who have known us throughout serve that so you don't need a whole house to take you there. Speaking of old items as regression tools, I just dug out a small leather traveling chess set I received when I was about 7. I just started playing chess again and I knew which box of my past it was in. Holding it and moving the pieces around brings me right back to the feelings I had learning the game in the days before video games. I also found a really nice wooden travel set with bone carved figures I bought in India. Two huge jumps through my past in two similar objects. Now that I play almost exclusively on my Ipad against a robot, I realize how dead in comparison it would be to run across an old Ipad in a box, compared to both these beautiful little chess sets. This is my ode to stuff I guess, but before I get too Andy Rooney about it all, I think I'd better bail! I do have a few TM-related books in my current library, most of which I never look at, but once in a while one or another of them is a useful source for a quote or info related to FFL discussions (particularly MMY's Gita and SBAL). --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: I haven't moved internationally so my perspective is different. In my moves I always enjoy digging into my Maharishi box which is usually burried under other boxes of more likely read books after the move. I have my SCI course from High School and all different eras of my involvement. Reading things I wrote back then, I am reminded of my mindset and how differently I see things now. In some ways it is like a bird visiting a cage to read the Maharishi speak ridden lines. And then there is the manila envelope of correspondence from my movement romances. Such idealism, so many ee cummings' poems! Halcyon days thick with naiveté and a bizarre surety about my future in the magical land of enlightenment. Where streams of white chocolate ran into rivers of dark chocolate, and the wagging tails of puppies were made of licorice, and the clouds would be made of cotton candy and some of them would hug the ground like fog so you could reach them for a bite... I'm gunna keep on lugging that box around till I can't any longer. It is too easy for me to forget that guy that I was back then. But he is still in here somewhere, balancing idiocy with optimism. I don't reject him, but I would rather put a bullet in my head than share a home with him! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: Cool, I have literally hundreds of photos from the three years. I was sort of the official photographer, especially of non-seminar gatherings and events. They are still in slide pages in the basement. I haven't looked at them in years but maybe one day I will convert the slides. I doubt it though. I like I doubt it though. :-) In my life I've moved so often that I gained -- every time I had to move it -- a fairly realistic impression of how much baggage from the past I was carrying around with me from town to town. One of the things that stood out among that baggage were boxes of memorabilia (tapes, books, videos, photos, etc.) from my various spiritual trips. The TM/Maharishi box hit the dumpster way back when I lived in Malibu. I left nothing on my bookshelves or among my possessions from that whole era of my life. The Rama stuff went later. I think I left the last
