I think you may be onto something, nostalgia is a powerful drug and I am no stranger to its charms. I found this last post to be even more confusing with its deadpan delivery of actual beliefs within the character. I believe he may have lost himself in this new identity.
Your excellent story reminds me of a reported scene in some foreign airport in Europe before a course. An initiator was wandering around lost until a European man came up to him and asked "are you with the TM people." He responded "how did you know" undoubtedly hoping for some recognition for his special appearance due to he cherished inner state. "Because you look clean and lost like all the others!" --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb <no_reply@...> wrote: > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "curtisdeltablues" <curtisdeltablues@> > wrote: > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "Buck" <dhamiltony2k5@> wrote: > > > > > Turqb, what a fabulous opportunity in life that you had, > > > to have been there at that very pivotal moment of world > > > consciousness in the 20th Century. That Merv Griffen show. > > > Would be like having witnessed the moments of Eckhart Tolle > > > on Oprah, a moment of broad change in world consciousness. > > > > > > You, should just shake off this faint-heartedness of yours > > > and be with us here in Fairfield again. It would do the > > > world some good also. Bring CurtisDB along too. I pray for you. > > > > > > Jai Adi Shankara, -Buck > > > > So if this is the non-schtick level of your belief system, > > why not use your name Doug? Why maintain the level of > > insincerity conveyed by this alias? Are you afraid to > > stand behind your convictions? I think it may be you > > who is faint of heart. > > > > And since I am a meditator like you, what you are really > > focusing on is my lack of shared beliefs, a level of life > > that Maharishi himself poo-pooed as superficial. > > Curtis, I think that what "Buck" is focusing on is > not the lack of a shared "level of life" but the lack > of a shared *lifestyle*. One that he himself cannot > even live, because he was kicked out of the domes > long ago, and can't get back in. Some part of him > really, really *misses* that shared TMO TB life- > style; he *longs* for it, and glorifies it and the > "meaning" he assigns to it in his mind. And on some > level -- as you suggest more fundamental and real > than the level of his schtick -- he thinks we long > for it, too. > > What this mindset is reminding me of, strangely, > are experiences I had back in the early 70s, while > living in Toronto. Just out of college, with an > English degree that prepared me for nothing :-), > I wound up working at Sam The Record Man on Yonge > Street, at the time one of the largest record > stores in the world. Its owner, Sam Sniderman, > soon recognized that I was a little brighter than > the clerks he normally hired, and so he made me > a manager. As such, sometimes I had to open the > store at 8:00 AM. > > This was usually a thankless task, because no one > was actually shopping for records at that time, > and I was pretty much alone in the store. Except > sometimes, when I'd get a glimpse of a mindset > that Buck's reminds me of. > > The store was around the corner from the nearby > Territorial Prison. When it was time for a prisoner > to be released, for some reason they let them go > at 8:00 in the morning. There they'd be, on the > street again, with fifty dollars in their pockets > and nowhere to go, because nothing else was open. > So they'd come into Sam's and wander around, look- > ing at all the records in the stacks as if they > were things of wonder. And I guess they were, > compared to where they'd been. > > The thing is, you could always tell these guys. > They stood out, because they were always dressed > in the same clothes that they went to prison in, > five years or ten years or fifteen years earlier. > Shiny shirts, pegged trousers, and ankle-high > Beatle boots with pointy toes...stuff like that. > These were the only clothes they had, so that's > what they were wearing. And they'd wander around > the stacks, browsing the albums, but always the > old ones, the ones they remembered from before > they went to prison. They'd heard no new music > in the years since, so those were the only > musicians they knew. It was a very poignant > experience, watching them try to reintegrate > themselves into a world that had passed them > by. They were literally anachronisms, people > wandering around in our time, but themselves > stuck in a previous era. > > That's what Buck's "Come back here and join us > in Fairfield" raps remind me of. Part of him > really believes that everyone who was once a > part of the TMO and all its cult craziness > "really" wants to be part of it again, the > way he does. > > Some of us don't. I would go so far as to say > that most of us on this forum don't. >
