________________________________ From: turquoiseb <no_re...@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
(snip) The addition of asanas to "program" on courses didn't do anything to stop these negative side effects, however, as anyone who was on the Fiuggi course should remember. The first 2-3 rows at that course were reserved for "heavy unstressers," and it was a real zoo. It looked like a convention of people suffering from epilepsy, Tourettes Syndrome, or both. Arms jerking and flying around, people grunting and yelling and moaning -- and all of this *in activity*, sitting in a lecture hall, not during "program." In fact, most of these people were told to *stop* rounding and meditate normally, and *the symptoms did not go away*. For some of them these tics and jerks and uncontrollable spasms lasted for months. (Please note that all of this was the result of plain, vanilla TM, *long* before the Sidhis and *their* brand of grunting and twitching appeared upon the scene.) (snip) Personally, I believe that the basic laziness of the basic TM technique is at fault. The techniques of meditation at these other courses involved more focus. *Not*, as TMers were often told, "concentrating" on the mantra or other point of meditational focus, just being aware enough not to sit there for long periods time -- or for the whole meditation session -- lost in thoughts and daydreams. MMY thought this was OK, but most other traditions -- those based on *real* traditions as opposed to having been made up, like TM -- say that the lazy, effortless approach characterized by TM is debilitating, because long-term, this practice causes people to get "stuck in the astral" and become spaced out and reclusive and incapable of being grounded in activity. That's certainly what I saw on TM courses, but *never* on courses from these other traditions whose courses I attended. ***BP: Do you mean if I concentrated more I'd stop taking the Lords name in vain and saying WTF so much, thank God you cleared that the fuck up; in Calla Millor and Fiuggi, God (I mean Maharishi) put me in the back row to help me deal with my feelings of terminal uniqueness; which, in Fiuggi, in that God damn big event center, pretty much put me in the next county, which I think was God's plan in the first place; BTW, I thought all that arm waving at the front of the auditorium in Fiuggi was just the other acid heads letting me know they had arrived for the lecture (smiley face).
