Rick, us peons detected horniness. The women picked up these really powerful vibes from male initiators. Men felt almost engulfed by the longings of female initiators. And of course women felt vvveeerrrryyyy strange in the presence of certain woman initiators and guys felt vvveeerrrryyyy strange in the presence of some male initiators.
I was blown away, relishing the obvious and non-obvious charms of a female initiator who told me about THE CULT OF MALE HOMOSEXUALITY AT MIU. Man, I thought she was going to kick over the table we sat opposite to each other at, me drinking coffee and having a piece of pie, her thankful that I saved a bag of mint tea from that ?tofu? lunch and wanting to wolf down that pie in front of me, plate and all. I said to myself "why, me, Lord?". Then came the post 6 months course mating frenzy. I had a lady governor rip me another one when she announced that I had taken too long to propose to her and that she had to settle for HIM instead. OK, I might have flirted. I wasn't a bad looking guy, she was not a displeasing to the eye lady. But a couple of flirts is not the same as buying an option on an engagement ring. Perhaps y'all remember that us guys were back home developing our professions and were at the highest jerk (first derivative of acceleration) of our careers while y'all were somewhere in the Alps. There was a mad race for male sidhas (if you're not, we can fix that) by lady governors because they were prospering and there was an imperative at the time to marry and manufacture bodies for nearly enlightened souls to inhabit. The thought Fourth Reich comes to mind. OTOH, we had some really tense times ourselves on residences courses at the Holiday Inn. Yes, I liked to talk to the mother of one of my good friends and yes, she was nicely put together. But should we be talking in her room not wanting to put a name on the tension in the air? Of course it got even stranger. Not only were many private liaisons in those cabins at Cobb on my flying block, there was a group of cabins right up front which housed married couples. They observed a proper cocktail hour before time for the flying room. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "Rick Archer" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > From: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] > On Behalf Of curtisdeltablues > Sent: Thursday, January 17, 2008 5:26 PM > To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com > Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: The TMers Pledge > > > > Yes, I agree. I'm sure I came off as a complete ass to many people > too polite to call me on my bullshit when I was teaching TM. Makes me > cringe just thinking about it! > > I can relate. I was stark raving loony at times, and speaking in public! >
