The always gripping and dramatic Ravi Chivukula story told in living Technicolor.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Ravi Chivukula wrote: > > You didn't get my point yeah Doc? > > I meant Share looks up to you, to your platitudes to soothe herself. More > on it below. But yeah so I thought, we both would play the good cop, bad > cop routine. I, the bad cop, would fucking sting her with the truth, and > you - the good cop, would soothe her with your platitudes - whaddaya say > Doc? > > Doc - I spent 13 years around Amma's cult. I realized looking back, that > the cult could never soothe me. All Amma had was bhajans, chants worshiping > her, seva, sadhana, satsang, some meditation techniques - apparently many > things you can use to deceive yourself. Intricate platitudes - like the > grace quote below - I got that from FB, one of Amma's quotes. Anyway I > couldn't numb my pain, my sorrow, my distress - it's not that I didn't try, > I tried them all but it was all useless. > > It's like everyone around Amma were very happy with what they had, as if in > a fantasy dream land, fucking zombies. They didn't have to do anything, the > Guru, Amma said just worship me and it's all good. If you feel down > remember you don't have enough grace. And I was the only one alive, > authentic. So the Guru was really doing nothing just giving techniques, > platitudes to keep people in a fantasy. I didn't see any other that was > like me - hey fuck this, this is not working. I had to search for truth on > my own, the Guru didn't do a damn thing, though I apparently projected it > for sometime - now I see the foolishness of it. > > Makes sense - Doc?
