On 8/18/2014 7:04 PM, steve.sun...@yahoo.com [FairfieldLife] wrote:
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.
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He gets up in the morning about 5:00 AM to begin the plants; Barry comes
on about tea times and begins the reporting. It's like a tag-team
effort. It looks like he stayed up all night to compose Part Two and
post it to the group. Maybe he wants to start a Michael Jackson cult on
FFL. Go figure.
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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.
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---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.
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*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!
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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> wrote:
---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:
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)
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
