Cultists often feel as if they don't exist unless someone is "persecuting" them. So they actually *live for* people to criticize them the way you do. Because their whole life revolves around self-importance, you're actually doing them a favor.
________________________________ From: "Michael Jackson mjackso...@yahoo.com [FairfieldLife]" <FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com> To: "FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com" <FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com> Sent: Tuesday, August 19, 2014 2:46 AM Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] A Day in the Life (of A TM'er) like I said - obsessed - why do you find me so fascinating, or is it some addiction or perhaps some odd form of unstressing - better get that meditation checked! ________________________________ From: "steve.sun...@yahoo.com [FairfieldLife]" <FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com> To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Monday, August 18, 2014 8:38 PM Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] A Day in the Life (of A TM'er) Mike, Do you really have to follow the script so religiously? This is the part of the MJ Passion Play, you know, the part where you come after the messenger. Hey, at least you got your "Marshy" tie in. ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <mjackson74@...> wrote : Given the number of posts you devote to me, you seem to be as obsessed with me as you claim I am with TM and your much vaunted fake master Marshy. ________________________________ From: "steve.sundur@... [FairfieldLife]" <FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com>To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Monday, August 18, 2014 8:04 PMSubject: Re: [FairfieldLife] A Day in the Life (of A TM'er) folks, this what we call the mid day ramp-up for Michael. It's like the alcoholic has a few drinks in the morning to get lubricated, and then begins to hit his stride. In Michael's case, he starts off with, for him, perfunctory diatribes from his core collection, then getting a little feedback from the likeminded, he launches into the full blow atrocities committed by the TMO. Then maybe, after he's had something to eat, or maybe some black coffee, he'll fall back into his more mild attacks, getting ready for bed, where he can think about what he might want to start with in the morning. Or maybe, even before, he's had his usual dinner of a thin crust pizza with mushrooms spelling out a big "M" in the middle. We love ya Mikey. Keep up the good word. ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <mjackson74@...> wrote : what you ignore is the fact that the behavior of the leaders and upper, mid and low level managers of the TMO is so egregious and so very very consistent that it IS as if it is a multi-headed hydra that does commit enormities as a single entity. ________________________________ From: "Share Long sharelong60@... [FairfieldLife]" <FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com> To: "FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com" <FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com> Sent: Monday, August 18, 2014 2:48 PM Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] A Day in the Life (of A TM'er) 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. On Monday, August 18, 2014 1:29 PM, salyavin808 <no_re...@yahoogroups.com> wrote: ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <sharelong60@...> wrote : salyavin, how TM wanted to be?! TM is a technique, not a person! = 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> wrote: ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <sharelong60@...> wrote : Michael, it's simply that I don't know any TM govs who live this way. = 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! = So I couldn't even think of your piece as satire. Maybe revisionist history? = I saw it more as a send up of how TM wanted to be rather than how it ended up. = On Monday, August 18, 2014 11:37 AM, "Michael Jackson mjackson74@... [FairfieldLife]" <FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com> wrote: 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. ________________________________ 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) 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... On Sunday, August 17, 2014 8:02 PM, "Michael Jackson mjackson74@... [FairfieldLife]" <FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com> 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
