There were so many moments of really entertaining brilliance in this post. High five for that.
Although I don't share your views on the value of what MMY brought to the world, I sure can appreciate your take on him. He will remain a fascinating character in my life's drama that is for sure. I dig your line about Buddha meeting Buddha. I don't tend to view myself that way, but if someone posts up with a Buddha name tag, I'm putting mine on too since I look everyone directly in the eye. It is interesting to see you including MMY and The Donald in the same post since I view them as much more similar than different in personality type/disorder. I have learned some valuable things from both of them. I am really glad you are taking the time to post here. That was a great ride! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > This thread's recent posts have touched upon a very deep wisdom -- one > that I appreciate as a most pleasing spiritual personality dynamic -- > it's living one's life as if something sacred resides inside > everyone/everything. > > We know the story of the dead dog's white teeth. > > But, I have to confess. A living breathing human being with a two > pound on-board computer brain that can resonate with the entire > universe can be dismissed by me as worthless, stripped of any > meaningful status, and completely discounted because of my indulgence > in my own prejudices. > > And not just me, right? We all do it folks. But I forgive me-us. > > I mean, really. Judgmentalism has its place! > > Who can listen to Donald Trump talk about any subject with that > hairstyle of his? I'd rather talk to Someone with a cobra draped > around His neck. Really! If one has to be distracted during a > conversation, geeze, at least let it be by IMPENDING DEATH and not an > off-centered pelt that a good veterinarian could resuscitate. It's > easy to see ourselves being parochial and having thoughts about others > that are not sweet, not true, and not necessary for us to "abide > with." We know the drill. But, we all know how we love to jam a > projection of our personal dynamics into any summing up of another's > "style." We all know how one can become so immediately convinced > about one's superiority over another. > > Easy to disconnect. > > Yet, most of us believe that each spark of sentience -- even when but > dimly seen in another person -- is divine. But if we purposely refuse > to see the sacred when it's disguised in an unpleasant garb, it's > hypocrisy -- plain and simple. But it can be so hard to have > integrity and act upon one's philosophical morals -- who amongst us > will toss a buck to "God" when he's disguised as a urine soaked bum on > the street corner screaming at invisible entities? > > It's one thing to be a good Samaritan, but, hey, we all know that the > typical bum on the street needs $25,000 in dental work alone, and > it'll take at least 200 hours of Dr. Phil one-on-one-ing to even begin > to fix the bum's messed up personality patterns, and probably there's > a dozen outstanding felony warrants on the bum's sheet. Unless one is > able to pay for a bum's entire refurbishing, well, it might make one > feel better to -- instead -- shred-up the dollar and give it to a > passing Norway wharf rat for nesting material. > > But, no, not that. Samaritanism is not the wisdom I've read here > lately. > > It's not about whether Maharishi can resonate with the masses. It's > about if one can actually revere each moment -- no matter if one is in > a cave, conundrum or conniption. > > Or cult. > > I remember Be Here Now where there's this wonderful drawing of Christ > on the cross watching the spike being hammered into His hands. Ram > Dass notes the utter compassion Christ felt for the executioners' souls. > > Now that's clarity about another's viewpoint, eh? > > That's what I'm reading here recently. > > It's not about pity for the other guy's imprisonment within a > personality's limitations. It's not about sighing deeply. > > It's about being thrilled with each and every person's viewpoint -- > like it was a 40 caret diamond just found laying on the ground. It's > about seeing how God solves each moment's needs -- mows into the angst. > > God takes on the impossible. For fun. > > Strike that. > > God TOKES on the impossible. For fun. > > That's what I've read here in the most recent posts of Turq and Curtis. > > It's about Buddha meeting Buddha. > > And so, is not Maharishi also to be included in this spiritual > amnesty? Can't we toss a buck to him? > > Maybe Maharishi needs a lot of dental work before we'd invite him to > one of our penthouse brunch soirees, but I for one am thrilled that he > was able to put spirituality on the front burners of so many minds in > the world. His mistakes are jarring, but no more jarring than when > one looks in a mirror, right? I've certainly sinned far more > egregiously than anything I've heard about Maharishi -- if not in > degree, then most assuredly in kind. > > Of the millions upon millions who were moved just a titch forwards -- > of the millions who entertained however briefly the concept of > "spirit" -- how many of them moved on to commitments in other cults, > philosophies, passions? How many of them, after starting the slide up > the slippery sloping of Jacob's ladder, have found the very peace the > TM literature speaks of? > > Let's see, that would be several million points scored by Maharishi, > right? > > I'd sure be proud of myself if I had pulled that one off, in fact, I > WAS proud of myself for initiating a mere smattering of people when > Merv Griffin was herding them into our centers. It's one thing to > stand on your feet all Saturday and initiate 30 people, and it's > another to sit on your ass all day for A LIFETIME and talk about the > pinky petals. > > A few rolls in the hay, shunting hundreds of millions of dollars into > his family coffers, and having smarmy zombies as his movement henchmen > -- these simply cannot be given much weight -- they cannot > counterbalance the satva Maharishi's life has inspired others to > manifest. > > He is what he is. Could have been worse. Could have been me in a > dhoti with a rose -- could have been me that the Beatles listened to > for a few seconds. Could have been me who'd have to find the > wherewithal to inspire others to begin the final climb. Could have > been me in bed with a devotee -- in about ten minutes flat. > > Maharishi may have driven across some lawns, but mostly he stayed on > the road. > > So let's have the old man over to dinner, eh? > > And if he won't accept the invitation, well, we understand that, and > no problem, because anyone, ANYONE ELSE WILL DO. > > Imagine a true warrior, you know -- scarred, muscles rippling, a belt > of skulls, dented shield. > > Every bum I've ever met had the same warrior-accouterments. A > lifetime of scarring, a wary mind tensing, a circlet of dead dreams, > and a mangled defensive pride -- whew, let's have that guy to dinner, > let's get him to trust us enough to tell his tales. Let's see if we > could have lived his life -- stuck to it no matter what. See if we > could, you know, speak endlessly about the same damn rose. > > Each of us are like Maharishi when he enters a lecture hall -- pulling > ourselves forwards by grabbing one flower at a time. > > And sometimes, a thorn punctuates the story being told. > > Edg >
