Yeh - poor Maharishi. He was just a smarta with a big following and big bucks. And his poor teacher, that rice eating guru-guy!
Yep, poor Swami Brahmananda Saraswati - he was just a smarta who had to hang out with a bunch of self-absorbed ascetics. So what if he practiced a little dakshina shri vidya in his spare time? He still couldn't do anything else but wait around to die. After all he didn't have bhuma-devi to testify for him. And not even in English either! Poor lonely bastard yogi! He only had the shallow three - krsna-tara (the black star in the right eye), the guha-hrid purusha (the person in the heart cave) and the surya-dvara (door to the person in the sun). So what if he saw them as indivisibly unitary? He didn't have self-surrounding stories of bhauma-sparsha mudra to provide mythic gravitas. Fool! Who could take refuge in this kind of have-nothing? No wonder he was confused, he didn't have a consort to show him the way and no lotus bitch to keep him humble. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "Kirk" <kirk_bernha...@...> wrote: > > Yeah, the life is suffering thing. It's a fucking shitload to swallow. Now that I started meditating at fifteen I know I could never eat enough shit to keep me alive. But having considered that I am merely fertilizer I know a truth too great to impart. Oh you know I mentioned tantra and therein we can transform our sick state to something very pleasant. Consider perhaps you know Matangi devi for a vidya.
