That's pretty funny. You definitely have a gift for fiction. ---In 
FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <mjackson74@...> wrote : 
 A Day in the Life (of a TM'er)
 Governor wakes up, but in fact he has not been asleep having witnessed his 
sleep all night long and we all know that witnessing sleep is the acid test of 
conscious awareness.
 
 He gets up, stretches and doesn't look at his wife or touch her since it is 
the first day of her "resting time."
 
 Governor goes to the bathroom, feeling total bliss in his body and preforms 
his morning ablutions. He sits on the toilet and lets fly. Since he takes his 
Maharishi Ayurveda™ triphala every night one hour before bed with warm water he 
is always ayurvedically regular.
 
 He gets up, performs his oil massage and goes downstairs to make himself a cup 
of dosha specific tea. Normally the little woman would have made it already, 
but today being the first day of her "resting cycle" it would sully the 
vibrations of the tea for her to touch it or even think of it so Governor does 
it herself.
 
 He sits thinking blissful thoughts, watching the squirrels and birds talk to 
each other. At a certain point he opens the window so he can hear what they are 
saying, he having received the sutra for understanding the language of animals. 
No matter what they say, the sounds create waves of bliss in Governor's 
awareness.
 
 "Can I come down yet, honey? I'm hungry." Comes the plaintive wail from his 
missus.
 
 "Nooo, you know I am not supposed to see you or touch you before noon today. 
What would the vaidyas think?" Governor says with some irritation (but of 
course it couldn't have been real irritation, not from such a sattvic fellow. 
It must have just appeared as irritation for his wife to work out some of her 
karma with.)  "Just wait a bit. I'm almost finished."
 
 Missus maintains a respectful silence and waits her turn in the kitchen. He 
could fix her something to eat, but focusing on her in her condition might 
sully his own vibrations, and of course one's state of awareness is the most 
important thing.
 
 Governor gets up and goes out on the east facing deck. It is such a nice 
morning, mild and sattvic that Governor decides to do asanas on the deck. Each 
posture is bliss, as is the pranayama that come after. The birds and squirrels 
are still chattering and the sounds are bliss. Governor gets up and goes inside 
to change into program clothes. It is just about programme time.
 
 The missus hears him coming in and respectfully (and properly) moves off so he 
can't see her. Gov goes upstairs and slips on his programme gear. Fawn colored 
pants, matching fawn slip-over shirt, all made of vedically grown organic 
cotton, grown in India. The rumors of the farmers who grow the Maharishi 
Cotton™ being poor even in some cases destitute are just that of course, rumors.
 
 Gov sighs as he puts on his fawn colored sandals – he wishes he could wear 
white, but that of course, is reserved for the rajas. Dressed Governor stops by 
the herbal cabinet on his way out to take his daily dose of amrit. The sweet 
slightly spicy taste was heaven on his tongue. At $30.00 a teaspoonful, it is a 
blissful bargain. The rumors of the herb gatherers in India being destitute and 
abused by their Movement masters were of course, just that, rumors.
 
 Governor walks past the bhramasthan, lifts his car keys from the hook next to 
his east facing main home entrance and steps out onto the porch of his perfect 
Maharishi Vastu Veda™ home.  Governors from all over the neighborhood are 
exiting their east facing homes and climbing into their cars. Governor starts 
the engine and it roars to life. 
 
 The noise of all the gasoline powered engines starting all over the 
neighborhood is deafening. Gov regretted having to give up his made in 
Fairfield all electric car, but the city council, all governors, had passed an 
ordinance some years ago, banning electric and hybrid cars. The rumors that 
Girish Varma owned large shares of several oil and gas companies were of 
course, just rumors.
 
 As he drove out of his neighborhood, Gov pretended not to see a certain TM 
governor waving as he passed him coming out of a side street. Thank God that 
man did not live in his neighborhood. It was true, he was a governor, but the 
man had married a siddha, and Gov just did not believe in mixed marriages. 
 
 The property values of the vastu homes in the other governor's area had fallen 
after his mixed marriage was revealed. Gov shook his head as he thought of it. 
Some people just didn't get it, they just weren't a hundred percent committed 
to a peaceful, just and sattvic world. 
 
 Of course the thoughts just drifted across the background of sat chit ananda, 
they didn't sully at all his state of enlightenment.
 
 It was a blissful ride to the Dome. Tree lined streets, all the homes facing 
the same way, siddhas coming out of siddha neighborhoods, governors from 
governor neighborhoods, Surya the sun god was shining merrily in approbation of 
the stream of peace creators wending their way to the Domes.
 
 Governor parked in his east facing parking slot and leisurely walked to the 
Dome. As he walked the siddhas properly gave way to him and the other 
governors, just as they themselves gave way to the rajas. The rajas were 
walking slowly, sedately as usual. No one complained that they were holding up 
the line going into the Dome, for they were rajas after all.
 
 Gov lowered his gaze as he approached the back of the raja line. He did this 
to help take his attention away from his feelings of anxiety, frustration and 
jealousy. He had wanted to be a raja from the time he first heard of the High 
Ones. He did not have the million dollars then, but later he did, but that was 
after the raja course fee had been raised to 10 million dollars, US. He 
remembered begging Bevan for an exception and had offered his entire life 
savings, 1.3 million but Bevan had just laughed and said "It's not a proper 
boy's club unless we can keep the hoi polloi out now is it?"
 
 But of course his rage, anxiety, disappointment and depression was merely 
surface emotions. They did nothing to dispel the ever present bliss in his 
awareness. Or so the TM Siddhi administrators told everyone.
 
 The walkway to the Domes were lined with the lesser angels who were there 
celebrating the siddhas, governors and rajas who were there to maintain the 
balance of harmony and sattva in the land. Two large guardian angels were 
standing on either side of the door as Governor entered the Dome and took his 
place. Not up front in the premier seating with the rajas, no of course that 
would not do, nor in the crummy seating area reserved for mere siddhas. Not 
that there was anything WRONG really with siddhas, but they weren’t governors, 
after all.
 
 The Great Archangels were hovering in the air in the middle of the Dome as 
cherubs flew about singing siddha and governor praises. The presence of the 
angels and Archangels and their fabulous energy made Governor forget his stress 
over not being a raja. He settled down to listen to aged Bevan, still large and 
regal make the announcements prior to the morning's meditation.
 
 End of Part One

 




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