--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Bhairitu <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > When I was on TTC and the Sidhis program we had walks every > day either after or before lunch and it was recommended.
On my last TM course, our "walk and talks" were mandated. We had to leave the hotel and walk in total silence along the lovely mountainside trails of St. Moritz. It was the only time on my six-month TM Siddhi course that I enjoyed. We got to get the fuck OUT of the hotel, and see nature, and breathe real air, and just RELAX for an hour, free of the TM automatons trying to run every second of our lives. But there was one asshole on that course -- Shemp can verify this -- who did his best to fuck even *that* hour up, too. He was one of those classic "I know the way to do everything spiritual perfectly and you don't" type, and if he caught a few of us on our 'walk and talks' actually talking, he'd come running over and try to lay some guilt trip on us. I still remember the one that pushed me -- and, as it turns out, almost him -- over the edge. I was having some fun talking with my "buddy" about some- thing more interesting than cows and green-flowing- fucking-soma and we laughed out loud and he came running over and actually *yelled* at us and screamed, "YOU! YOU are the reason Maharishi hasn't visited our course! You shame his teachings by laughing like this when you should be in silence!" Something in me just snapped, but very quietly. I walked over to the red-faced, near-apoplectic ass- hole and took him by the perfectly-pressed collar of his perfectly-pressed shirt (mussing his perfect tie), and dragged him over to the edge of the trail that we were walking along and leaned him out over the edge. He looked down...WAY down, several hundred meters, to where he might easily wind up if he didn't pay attention. He paid attention. I said, quietly, "I have taken just about all of your bullshit I can. Go away and bother me no more. Look down. If you EVER speak to me again on this course, that is where I will throw you. Do you understand?" He understood. He never spoke to me again, on that course or any other. My "exercise program" remained undisturbed for the rest of the course, and both my buddy and I continued to laugh our ways through each one of them. Occasionally we'd see the asshole glaring at us, angry that our laughter was keeping him from his teacher and his enlightenment and whatever *else* he thought our enjoyment of life was keeping him from, but he never dared to say anything to either of us again. And that's what "exercise time" was like on my last course. Boy, I don't miss the TM movement...
