Good for him! There is not a religion more disgusting in the way it has been endlessly used to conquer and kill indigenous tribes, plunder and rape other civilizations, and continues to this day as convenient cover for pedophiles and war mongers. Religion in general is a bad idea, and f*cking Christianity takes the cake.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "curtisdeltablues" <curtisdeltablues@...> wrote: > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson <mjackson74@> wrote: > > > > If I may be so bold to ask, why do you say Maharishi despised Christianity? > > I have never heard that. > > > I got the impression from a few sources. One was when they asked Maharishi > on one of the early courses if they could put up Christmas decorations and he > replied "we don't celebrate those pagan holidays." > > I was close to one of the M initiators who was very involved with the > Christian Monks. Maharishi made it clear to him how he felt. It became an > issue when I was a student there that we were holding monastic prayer > services. The world from Switzerland was knock it off. For all the > lip-service about supporting religions, no insider could ever maintain their > going to religious services and being on the fast track with Maharishi's > organization. You might have witnessed that yourself. > > Maharishi was not shy about expressing its inferiority to Hinduism in how > much natural law it expressed. He was a triumphalist Hindu. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ________________________________ > > From: curtisdeltablues <curtisdeltablues@> > > To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com > > Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 12:02 PM > > Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas > > > > > >  > > Much appreciated. Merry Krishnaamas back atchya. > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, laughinggull108 <no_reply@> wrote: > > > > > > Curtis, if this was your one and only post to FFL, it would be enough, it > > > would be enough...you got the gift man! Happy holidays! > > > > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "curtisdeltablues" > > > <curtisdeltablues@> wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) > > > > and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian > > > > numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the > > > > magic begins. Having tasted versions of "Christmas" blends through the > > > > years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never > > > > took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft > > > > peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark > > > > coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. > > > > Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves > > > > would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object > > > > to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground > > > > coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God > > > > lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) > > > > > > > > Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my > > > > yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro > > > > stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in > > > > their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 > > > > diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued > > > > from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny > > > > wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by > > > > decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly > > > > now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the > > > > Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time > > > > before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. > > > > > > > > The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some > > > > Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put > > > > together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly > > > > not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it > > > > out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked > > > > to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent > > > > standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till > > > > the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the > > > > fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was > > > > going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of > > > > Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine > > > > ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world > > > > and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It > > > > was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, > > non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the > > dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas > > miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. > > > > > > > > Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad > > > > repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by > > > > more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like > > > > members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and > > > > sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph > > > > beside her pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine > > > > pregnancy in a desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden > > > > age-inappropriate hot wife with him. "This better be the ONLY divinely > > > > conceived baby in this house Miss Missy!" > > > > > > > > My eyes drift up to my walls with pictures of Santas from 1930's > > > > magazines gaily puffing on cigarettes (damn I wish I was English and > > > > could say he was sucking on a fag) while the copy makes claims of the > > > > throat soothing virtues of Chesterfields. Throat soothing! I've got > > > > versions of them all over thanks to Ebay, as if Santa had a walk-on > > > > part on Mad Men. > > > > > > > > I've got some hand carved camels made of olive wood led by a man on a > > > > donkey who I can only assume is spending another Christmas in > > > > Guantanamo and someone else is now leading these camels laden with the > > > > concentrated sap of the poppy which I guess is the wink, wink, nudge, > > > > nudge, translation for "frankincense and myrrh" > > > > > > > > I loves me some Christmas. It is an atheist version, but I don't let > > > > the bastard child of a rapist ghost interfere with my nostalgia > > > > wallowing. If you really listen to Christmas songs they are freak'n > > > > maudlin aren't they? That hits my blues center just fine. I'm not > > > > even a hater of the materialistic/commercial side of Christmas. I like > > > > being coerced into buying presents with money I don't have, because > > > > otherwise I wouldn't do it, and gift giving is a blast. (If you prime > > > > the pump with specific requests, the receiving isn't so bad either.) > > > > > > > > The invention of the modern Christmas and many of its most iconic > > > > symbols and traditions was pretty recently laid herky jerky on top of > > > > those wonderful pagan contributions. (Let's get plastered and bring a > > > > tree into the hut!) If some people want to believe that the arrival of > > > > one fat baby will give their lives meaning, who really cares? (Oh > > > > yeah, I do when they put crèches on the public courthouse lawn...) > > > > > > > > So to all my friends at FFL, I hope you play this version of All I Need > > > > for Christmas is You (NOT the sappy Mariah Carey puke version, but the > > > > cool Vince Vance and the Valiants version) > > > > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1VkMBi9vvw > > > > > > > > Brew yourself a steaming cup of your own version of Christmas coffee, > > > > (I'm pretty sure Santa would pour some brandy, bourbon or scotch in > > > > his) and contemplate that even though the baby Jesus story is just a > > > > human contrivance meant to cover up the indiscretions of an overly hot > > > > young Mid Eastern woman married by the barbaric customs of her day to > > > > an old coot with shriveled olives, take heart. By the time the first > > > > crocuses are poking their noses out of the snow, he will be executed > > > > for being the world's first Occupy Jerusalem hippie. Wait, that wasn't > > > > the landing I was trying to stick⦠> > > > > > > > Share that enhanced coffee with someone you love, turn the song up, and > > > > who knows, you might get as lucky as the Holy Spirit). Love is my > > > > version of Bethlehem's shining star that makes me get on my camel and > > > > ride into that beautiful silent night. > > > > > > > > > >
