LOL, Richard, yes I admit it! There is no Michael Jackson living in SC. It's
really me!
On Monday, August 18, 2014 3:26 PM, "'Richard J. Williams' pundits...@gmail.com
[FairfieldLife]" <FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
On 8/18/2014 1:48 PM, Share Long sharelon...@yahoo.com [FairfieldLife] wrote:
>Yep, salyavin, I knew what you meant. And I also wanted to make the point that
>any organization is made up of individuals. And it is individuals who do wrong
>stuff. IOW, there is no creature called TMO going around doing wrong stuff.
>It's individuals like you and me.
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So you are an individual doing wrong stuff by posing as Michael
Jackson going around doing wrong stuff in his name.
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>On Monday, August 18, 2014 1:29 PM, salyavin808 <no_re...@yahoogroups.com>
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>---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <sharelong60@...> wrote :
>salyavin, how TM wanted to be?! TM is a technique, not a person!
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>You know what I mean. Or maybe you don't....
>Maybe you meant how some TMers wanted to be? So it's simply about human foible
>and frailty, something even present on FFL.
>On Monday, August 18, 2014 1:24 PM, salyavin808 <no_re...@yahoogroups.com>
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>---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <sharelong60@...> wrote :
>Michael, it's simply that I don't know any TM govs who live this way.
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>The bit about mixed marriages was inspired, proper funny. I've met siddha's
>who don't like mixing with mere meditators and think they are wasting their
>lives. I can't imagine what the rarified heights of governorship must do to a
>flabby ego!
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>So I couldn't even think of your piece as satire. Maybe revisionist history?
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>I saw it more as a send up of how TM wanted to be rather than how it ended up.
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>On Monday, August 18, 2014 11:37 AM, "Michael Jackson mjackson74@...
>[FairfieldLife]" <FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
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>God damn! Something is bad wrong with you if that's your take away on this!
>Can't wait to see what you think of Part 2 and 3.
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> From: "Share Long sharelong60@... [FairfieldLife]"
> <FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com>
>To: "FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com" <FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com>
>Sent: Monday, August 18, 2014 8:13 AM
>Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] A Day in the Life (of A TM'er)
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>This reminds me that what was totally courageous and creative and
>compassionate about what Maharishi did, is that he took steps to bring a rich
>spiritual life to householders. Gratitude...
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>On Sunday, August 17, 2014 8:02 PM, "Michael Jackson mjackson74@...
>[FairfieldLife]" <FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
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>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.
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>He gets up, stretches and doesn't look at his wife or touch her since it is
>the first day of her "resting time."
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>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.
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>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.
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>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.
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>"Can I come down yet, honey? I'm hungry." Comes the plaintive wail from his
>missus.
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>"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."
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>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.
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>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.
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>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.
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>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.
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>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.
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>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.
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>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.
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>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.
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>Of course the thoughts just drifted across the background of sat chit ananda,
>they didn't sully at all his state of enlightenment.
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>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.
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>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.
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>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?"
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>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.
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>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.
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>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.
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>End of Part One
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