Why would anyone give this guy a free pass after he mimics Maharishi down to his giggle and then comes to the one town where that Maharishi's followers are and sets up business there to ride the coattails and grab some bucks?
Why would any "previously true believing in TMer" deign to put up with this wannabe? Why would this TMO DESERTER think he could wedge himself into this community and not come off as a conniving spiritual thief? Why would anyone in FF after decades of "no results" jump ship to another ship made by a cowardly disciple of the builder of a just-abandoned ship? How stupid does a person have to be to think, "Oh, here's a personal guru sure to love me forever and always tell the truth and never be smug or snobby or elitist or "too busy like Maharishi?" Sounds someone was on the rebound. There's your questions, Pete. Let's see you and your mostly worthless PhD talk yourself out of this corner you've painted yourself into. Tell us why you jumped ship? Bet you can't without lying or spinning the truth or saying something like "Edg is too angry right now for me to share this kind of intimacy." And you can't even spell my name correctly. How'd you get a PhD with that inability to pick up on a common detail that everyone attends? Some psychologist you are to lose your cool and label me as always pissed off and come down to my level by a juvenile sniping at my name's spelling -- if I can put a burr under your saddle so easily, I wonder how long you can keep a client from seeing your attachments disabling your therapeutic usefulness. I'm not always pissed off -- as my posts herein prove -- and even when I'm turning out another screed, I do so as a writer trying his best to create with aplomb and really put some neat flourishes onto my insults. Didn't your psychological training give you the insight to see the difference? I'm doing stand-up, performance art here, but if you learned anything in college it should have been that "being pissed off" is the death of a truly soaring creativity. Best a pissed off person can do is iterate a one note song again and again as it attaches to issues. Maybe just maybe Michelangelo was pissed when he yelled at Moses, "Why don't you speak!" -- but that would be about as rare and artistic moment as what ever wuz. I amplify my nuances into nose-dives with nine-yards aspewin' for the sheer impact of doing so, and once in print, I'm done and on to the next moment of my life....I un-invest myself of the nuance thereby, see? I specialize in being angry in print, but I've not thrown a punch in 55 years, never been fired for insulting fellow employees, have never taken anyone to small claims court, and was in the dome for five years morning and evening sessions and if that didn't quell my cantankerousness, then why would you glom onto a wannabe technique of the same ilk if it has had so little effect -- after 29 years of almost perfect dedication to it -- on my personality? Face it: you found yourself spiritually adrift from the TMO and you panic-grabbed on to some barnacle encrusted flotsam thinking it was dry land. How's that working for ya if you're here in a pissing contest with the likes of me? I'm laughing here -- don't mistake a rude crude gnarly guffaw for a growl. Edg
