On 8/18/2014 3:46 PM, Share Long sharelon...@yahoo.com [FairfieldLife]
wrote:
LOL, Richard, yes I admit it! There is no Michael Jackson living in
SC. It's really me!
>
There is no "Michael Jackson" living in SC and Michael Jackson is dead,
so it looks like there is an impostor posting false-flags to the forum.
This is a good thing because we then know what the informant is up to -
at least he's not out on the street causing trouble in the neighborhood.
All we have to do is keep him busy at night posting to FFL and out of
trouble. Thanks for all the replies - you are doing your part to keep
the informant busy reporting to the science writer on vacation.
>
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
<mailto: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.
>
So you are an individual doing wrong stuff by posing as Michael
Jackson going around doing wrong stuff in his name.
>
On Monday, August 18, 2014 1:29 PM, salyavin808
<no_re...@yahoogroups.com> <mailto:no_re...@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
<mailto:FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com>, <sharelong60@...>
<mailto: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> <mailto:no_re...@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
<mailto:FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com>, <sharelong60@...>
<mailto: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!
=
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>
<mailto: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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*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>
<mailto: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
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