Listening to the satvic voices men and women affect all the time gives me the
willies and makes me want to shout four letter words at the top of my lungs as
an antidote.
TurquoiseB <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: --- In
FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, nablusoss1008 <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
>
> Read my lips:
> When the TM-ers brake loose from Vaj's private concentrationcamp
> they will put him in a cell with plenty of fresh air, expose him to
> 8 hours of Maharishi Channel, 8 hours of real Rig-ved chanting (not
> the mumbojumbo Bhuddist stuff he believe is chanting), all the Pitta
> balancing food he can digest until he begs on his knees for
> instruction in knowledge. Then, and only when all his doshas are in
> perfect balance and and he has stopped lying, Vaj has become so
> utterly boring that he will never even dream of creating any piece
> of art, he will receive instruction in real meditation. :-)
Shit.
Just when I was about to follow up on this morning's
post in which I suggested that TM TBs might actually
*enjoy* being incarcerated with a list of the tortures
they might have to endure there, Nabby of all people
beats me to the punch with a funnier and far worse
torture. :-)
The worst I was able to think up was Panchaboarding,
where the prisoner is dunked in a tub of sesame oil.
Nabby's suggestion is far worse...pure evil. :-)
But since Nabby has started the ball rolling, I think
it would be a hoot to ask if others here can think
of some other cool tortures that would be used in a
TM concentration camp. We've heard Nabby's hilarious
idea -- what are some others?
Those of you who have bailed from the TMO, or live at
some comfortable distance from it, what are the things
that they could torture you with in a TM concentration
camp? And which ones of them could you laugh off, and
which would push you right over the edge?
For me, I think that forcing me to sit in a room with
no furniture in it, only foam mats on the floor covered
with sheets that hadn't been washed in far too long,
and forcing me to listen to stories about green flowing
soma and cows -- lots and lots of cows -- all read to me
by guys speaking in a sober, holy monotone might break me.
But a close runner up would be serving me brussel sprouts
every night for dinner. That violated the Geneva Convention
the first time I had to endure it, and I don't think I
could survive it again. I'd spill the beans about the
international plot to diss TM and how much we get paid a
month by the CIA and even how many weeks of vacation we
get a year by the second night.
:-)
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