Thanks to Barry for initiating this thread, I have been enjoying everyone's experiences on this thread. Being a lover of Osho and his discourses which always ended with profane, irreverent jokes, I always have a blast myself. Unlike my online persona here I always mock myself in my personal interactions - my jokes of being high on Amma, high on divine vodka, or being bipolar, paranoid schizophrenic always shock and amuse people at Amma's. I skip the spiritual and DSM references at work, but really stretch the limits with my playful, sarcastic humor. When my supervisor remarked that I was very funny, I remarked seriously that I have always been accused of being funny and that I deny these allegations, which only amused them more. With reference to a nasty colleague at work, I remarked that she was probably sex deprived and I could sleep with her to in the interest of team spirit (she's not pretty BTW :-)). Of course I manage to piss off quite a few. I have plenty more but will save everyone from a long post.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "seventhray1" <steve.sundur@...> wrote: > > > Trying to think if I had any interesting experiences in the initiation > room. Really none that I can think of. I did initiate a guy with the > last name Finer during the Washington campaign. We both got a kick > about my continued talk about the mantra becoming "finer" > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "raunchydog" raunchydog@ > wrote: > > > > I had a guy show up for initiation smelling of alcohol and probably > drunk. I wasn't sure if he was sober enough to be initiated but I > initiated him. He came for the first night of checking smelling of > alcohol. I asked him to see me after the meeting and he ducked out. > Never saw him again. Poor bastard. > > > > John Lyons was a beautiful man when I heard him give an introductory > lecture in 1972. He was so luscious I was ready to start TM before he > said a word. Then he broke the news: Two weeks waiting for using > recreational drugs. Really? I was disappointed but unlike the drunk I > initiated, I decided to have a good experience and wait the two weeks. I > told my boyfriend I was going to start TM and had to give up pot. He > said, "I'll teach you to meditate. All you have to do is rub your eyes > and you'll see colors." Sex with him was definitely better than his > advice. I started TM and he dumped me for another girl, a girl with > kaleidoscope eyes. > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@ wrote: > > > > > > I thought I'd ask the question, since the subject of > > > humor or the lack thereof along spiritual paths is still > > > on my mind. There was a time, back before fun was declared > > > Off The Program, when funny TMO stories abounded. Here are > > > two of mine, both puja-related. Neither happened to me, but > > > they are funny. At least to me. > > > > > > In the first incident, a male TM teacher was initiating a > > > female student, and at the part of the puja where one waves > > > a little dish of flaming camphor around. A fiery piece of > > > the camphor fell out of the dish and onto the larger tray > > > in which he'd placed his entire supply of camphor. A wall > > > of flame erupted from the tray, several feet high. Thinking > > > quickly, he looked around the room and found a large empty > > > flower pot, which he upended over the flaming tray and the > > > now-scorched white tablecloth, continued the puja, and > > > instructed the student. At the end of her first meditation, > > > he said "Slowly open the eyes," and then "It was good?," or > > > whatever it was that we were supposed to say. > > > > > > She replied, "Yes, the meditation itself was good, but I > > > found myself thinking about when you made the table explode > > > into flame. Could we do that part again?" > > > > > > The second incident also involves a male TM teacher and > > > a female student, in this case a very attractive one. She > > > arrived on time for her initiation, bearing the fresh > > > flowers and fruit she'd been told to bring. But while > > > preparing the puja table, the initiator noticed that > > > instead of the clean white handkerchief she'd been told > > > to bring, she had brought a large white sheet. Folding > > > it as small as he could he performed the puja and taught > > > her TM and everything was great. > > > > > > At the end of the first night of checking, still curious, > > > he asked the woman why she'd brought a sheet instead of > > > a handkerchief. Blushing furiously, she told the initiator > > > that the night before the instruction she had gone out to > > > a bar and had met a guy and mentioned to him that she was > > > going to learn TM the next day. > > > > > > He said, "Oh yeah, TM. I've learned that." > > > > > > She asked, naturally curious, "So what are the fruit and > > > the flowers and the handkerchief I've been asked to bring > > > for? > > > > > > The guy said, "Well, the fruit and flowers are kind of > > > symbolic offerings used by the teacher in the ceremony > > > that precedes the initiation. The handkerchief is to > > > cover yourself with when you both get naked." > > > > > > The funniest thing, if you think about it, is that she > > > believed him, and showed up anyway. > > > > > >