Re: [FairfieldLife] Our group hug
Aw, Emptybill, that's so sweet. Hey, you started something nice, did you not? Or, was that Judy? Ha. All that opera simply catapulted this poor unenlightened soul right out of her holiday blues. I will forever be grateful to you - all that tragic opera drama (and yes, I also did listen to all 10 ish minutes of the mad scene that Judy posted and loved every tragic moment of it) makes mine look like nothing at all. And, it inspired me to do my favorite thing and run off to the beach for a few days. And, I saw my sister on the way and you know what? We look a lot alike after decades of separation and we have some serious similarities in the issues we are having. Genetics rules. From: emptybill emptyb...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, December 8, 2012 6:46 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Our group hug So many folks here are full of angry displays that I've lost faith in humanity. Everyone here needs to recognize that none of it means anything - it will all be meaningless in a month. I think we all need a group hug. Here ... let's all gather 'round and pray for forgiveness. Let's do it now ... and the grenades on my vest are just for looks. Honest.
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT
Aw, that's so sweet. I like raunchydog all the time, but then again, she's part of the cult I'm in. Share, is that one of the criteria - do I have to like the people in the cult you've assigned me to? Or, can I think they are a bit overbearing at times with tactics I don't approve of to keep other members in line. Should I care about what they wear? From: seventhray1 lurkernomore20002...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, December 8, 2012 8:09 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT Okay. Yes she does much of what you say. At other times she appears so deferential to Judy, that that comparison came to mind. I retract the comparison. But as to the other entity in the relationship, Shift, the ape, I still reserve judgement. I like the raunchydog. (at least most of the time anyway) --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@... wrote: Steve, you can't be serious.  Are you being ironic?  Raunchy puts out some of the most creative, ballsy, insightful, and individual posts here.  You don't think she can think for herself?  From: seventhray1 lurkernomore20002000@... To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, December 8, 2012 5:11 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT  Raunch, you and Ravi do excel in the insult department. And good for you for applauding Ravi's intelligence put to such good use here. Maybe that is why you remind me so much of Puzzle, the silly ass donkey in the The Chronicles of Narnia. The one who was so easily manipulated and couldn't really think for himself. (and that is putting it mildly)  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, seventhray1 lurkernomore20002000@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Ravi Chivukula chivukula.ravi@ wrote: So it's still slander Steve baby, any time retards try to judge me - it's slander :-) Whatever you say Ravi. Whatever you say. And evidently that is the attitude you must have shown to the judge, because from what you've said here, and on other forums, you got nothing, and she got everything. Pay no attention to Steve, folks. He's just jealous that Ravi's I.Q. is over 100.
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT
A, that's so sweet. Can I have a glass of wine to with it? And here I've been, reciting the Lord's Prayer to ward off the evil spirits. From: seventhray1 lurkernomore20002...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, December 8, 2012 9:05 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Buck dhamiltony2k5@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, seventhray1 lurkernomore20002000@ wrote: Thank you for recognizing my brilliance Robin. I know it's taken you a while. After these flame wars settle down some, I'll try to clue you in on what makes a valid comparison, and what does not. If I forget, remind me. Your Friend in Christ, Steve Dear Steve, I'm in to the Christ consciousness of the Unified Field too. -Buck Then let me take you in my embrace. Let us pray: Dear Lord, these have been trying times at FFL. Really, we had a few days of calm, but it pretty much all busted open starting last night. And Lord, I am perplexed. How can it be that people who are like minded about so many things, can have such vehement disagreements? Even in your wisdom Lord, I don't know if you can adequately answer this. Lord, include me and Ravi in your prayers. I feel that some measure of reconciliation has taken place between us, and I thank you for that. And bless Share, and Emily, and Judy, and the Raunchdog. (I know Lord that that name is a little peculiar, but she is a fine person. She is someone I would want to have on my team.) And Lord, forget not our dear friend in Canada, Robin Woodsworth Carlson. A fine fellow he is, who only recently came out from his seclusion. Help him Lord to be understood properly. And also Irantea, and Xeno, and all the others I haven't mentioned here Lord, including Barry, and even Curtis. Okay, even Vaj. Thank you Lord. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote: You can't believe what you say here, Emily. You are defensive and subjective and desperate. That's the way it comes across. You act as if these features of raunchy are self-evident. I guess they are. No, this was a factual post--finally. I guess I have to change my mind. This is called no-brainer objectification of subjectivity. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@ wrote: Steve, you can't be serious.  Are you being ironic?  Raunchy puts out some of the most creative, ballsy, insightful, and individual posts here.  You don't think she can think for herself?  From: seventhray1 lurkernomore20002000@ To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, December 8, 2012 5:11 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT  Raunch, you and Ravi do excel in the insult department. And good for you for applauding Ravi's intelligence put to such good use here. Maybe that is why you remind me so much of Puzzle, the silly ass donkey in the The Chronicles of Narnia. The one who was so easily manipulated and couldn't really think for himself. (and that is putting it mildly)  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, seventhray1 lurkernomore20002000@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Ravi Chivukula chivukula.ravi@ wrote: So it's still slander Steve baby, any time retards try to judge me - it's slander :-) Whatever you say Ravi. Whatever you say. And evidently that is the attitude you must have shown to the judge, because from what you've said here, and on other forums, you got nothing, and she got everything. Pay no attention to Steve, folks. He's just jealous that Ravi's I.Q. is over 100.
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT
Awwsome, that's so sweet. Ravi, I've never heard this before. You pay more child support than anyone I know; there is something to be said for that. From: Robin Carlsen maskedze...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, December 8, 2012 9:55 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT The beauty of one person's soul revealed in this one word-and the context he brings along within which that one word lives and has its saying. Amazing for anyone interested in reading the underneath meaning of a single act--one word. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Ravi Chivukula chivukula.ravi@... wrote: On Sat, Dec 8, 2012 at 8:12 PM, seventhray1 lurkernomore20002000@...wrote: ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Ravi Chivukula chivukula.ravi@ wrote: Not quite - I have never wanted a clean break from the kids. The existence forced me to - same thing with the financial obligation. In 2009, in a mystically deceived, intoxicated state I begged my ex to take everything and release me from all financial obligations so I could just wander as a yogi and enjoy my bliss. I'm so glad she refused to entertain me on the latter. I can see how stupid it sounds in retrospect - no, it's all good, it's perfect now. You know what. That makes sense. (no sarcasm in case anyone was wondering) Awesome.
Re: [FairfieldLife] New Video: Talk a Lot
Aw, that's so sweet. You are such a chatty, multi-talented, famous, musical Cathy. From: Bhairitu noozg...@sbcglobal.net To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, December 8, 2012 7:38 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] New Video: Talk a Lot Here's my latest music video Talk a Lot: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPmllQDYRMI Enjoy!
[FairfieldLife] To Judy from Emily
Dear Judy, I want you to know that I don't usually appreciate soprano's but, I have grown and changed over this last year and I thoroughly appreciated the beauty and voice of Anna Netrebko. (I really want to add a v in there somewhere.) How fascinating that the mad scene was based on real events. Things were so tragically complicated back then. I have a different kind of song for you and am curious as to what you might think about it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BeDylD8dV7U I will start by saying that, well, the *hair,* the *hair* sends me into a state of sweet ecstasy. If you listen to all 7.33 minutes of it, there's a nod at the end that is just so lovely. Regards, Emily.
[FairfieldLife] Six types of suutras!
Dr. Måns Broo (mons brew) has written a book about yoga-suutras, in Finnish, called Joogan filosofia (philosophy of yoga). I'll try to translate what he writes about the six kinds of suutras: According to miimaaMsaa-philosophers, there are six types of suutras: (1) definition (saMjnaa), (2) key to interpretation (paribhaaSaa), (3) order[?] (vidhi), (4) restriction (niyama), (5) presentation of a new topic (adhikaara) and (6) corresponding application (atidesha).
[FairfieldLife] Wind-Up Toys On Parade
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: See what I mean? Obsessed, pure and simple. You LIVE to 'get' Judy. Nonsense. Every so often I just like winding her up and letting her get herself, that's all. Happy to see it works for more than one wind-up toy... :-) [http://images.wikia.com/zenukchats/images/9/95/Monkey_cymbal.gif] I love the smell of burning wind-up ego toys in the morning. :-) I went out last night and am only catching up on FFL now, to find that the wind-up toys have gone totally over the top. 220 posts since I left, as far as I can tell almost all of them full of nothing but ego and invective. And the person who claims that *she* is causing a reaction in others made 33 of them, all in only slightly more than 24 hours since the posting week began. Looks like it's going to be a quiet and peaceful end of the week, once the wind-up toys post out by Monday or Tuesday. :-)
[FairfieldLife] Karma, Dudes!
Either that, or a new contender for the Darwin Awards - police drone crashes into SWAT team: http://beforeitsnews.com/alternative/2012/12/police-drone-crashed-into-swat-team-2510076.html
[FairfieldLife] Documentary Highlights Value of TM for Teenage Girls
http://www.tm.org/blog/meditation/documentary-value-of-tm-for-teen-girls/
[FairfieldLife] Operant Behavioral Training
Horsemen before there was `clicker' or horsewhisperers We can add that Sigfinnur often rode walk in between the fast parts. Then he lighted his pipe and told stories, sometimes exaggerated, sometime plain lies. His horses soon got used to the sound of the matches and learned that the smell of tobacco meant going slowly or even stopping for a while. They walked like that until they received a sign that something else was wanted. It worked the same way with the sound of the marking equipment for the lambs, in the times the sheep still had their lambs outdoors and horses were used to chase lambs so they could be marked. Sigfinnur often took up his box of matches, when his horses were not quiet enough at the start of a race. -story from Eidfaxi oct.2005 http://www.eidfaxi.is/
[FairfieldLife] The results of our group hug!
I figure after the pin pops off my grenade we will have about 3 seconds to go oh shit. That last impression should make quite a nice imprint. It will instantiate all the warm, loving relationships we enjoy here on FFL. Even better, that oh shit will cause us to avoid needless bickering in our next corporeal lifetime, since unlike FFL, we will see that even verbal actions have consequences. Then because we've been meditating for years, we'll be reborn in the heaven of savitarka-samadhi lovers as two-fisted soma drinkers at the banquet of the gods. But not everyone will be happy Robin will be displeased that there isn't only one god and will declare, I see the truth with my inner heart and I don't deserve this. This is definitely not the Unified Field Steve will be back on earth thinking what a bunch of fools serves them right. Share will say, I didn't plan it to come out this way so it isn't my fault. It says that in the opera. Judy will pronounce, Is this just a drunkfest? Where's the Sturm und Drang around here? Anyway, do I have to point out again that you are completely wrong? Raving yogi will warn everyone See that Devi there? She's all mine - so fuck-off you retards. Emily will say, Where's that stage? Can't we have some opera here to go with the soma? Alex will say,This is the opera. Barry will be back on earth repeating, Dude, I told you they would all drink the kool-aid hey babe, you want a sip? Wolf Baiter will be shouting over the racket, I want that chariot they keep singing about. You know the one that circles the worlds with each lap! This is so boring. Raunchy will say, No matter what, it's still fucked up. Willy will announce to everyone, It was better in the Gupta empire `cause they knew that Shakya the Muni already had done it all and had just returned back to the mantra the Saraswati mantra. Finally, when the soma runs out, emptybill will say .. Yeah, let them eat cake. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@... wrote: So many folks here are full of angry displays that I've lost faith in humanity. Everyone here needs to recognize that none of it means anything - it will all be meaningless in a month. I think we all need a group hug. Here ... let's all gather 'round and pray for forgiveness. Let's do it now ... and the grenades on my vest are just for looks. Honest.
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@... wrote: I figure after the pin pops off my grenade we will have about 3 seconds to go oh shit. That last impression should make quite a nice imprint. It will instantiate all the warm, loving relationships we enjoy here on FFL. Even better, that oh shit will cause us to avoid needless bickering in our next corporeal lifetime, since unlike FFL, we will see that even verbal actions have consequences. Then because we've been meditating for years, we'll be reborn in the heaven of savitarka-samadhi lovers as two-fisted soma drinkers at the banquet of the gods. But not everyone will be happy Robin will be displeased that there isn't only one god and will declare, I see the truth with my inner heart and I don't deserve this. This is definitely not the Unified Field Steve will be back on earth thinking what a bunch of fools serves them right. Share will say, I didn't plan it to come out this way so it isn't my fault. It says that in the opera. Judy will pronounce, Is this just a drunkfest? Where's the Sturm und Drang around here? Anyway, do I have to point out again that you are completely wrong? Raving yogi will warn everyone See that Devi there? She's all mine - so fuck-off you retards. Emily will say, Where's that stage? Can't we have some opera here to go with the soma? Alex will say,This is the opera. Barry will be back on earth repeating, Dude, I told you they would all drink the kool-aid hey babe, you want a sip? Wolf Baiter will be shouting over the racket, I want that chariot they keep singing about. You know the one that circles the worlds with each lap! This is so boring. Raunchy will say, No matter what, it's still fucked up. Willy will announce to everyone, It was better in the Gupta empire `cause they knew that Shakya the Muni already had done it all and had just returned back to the mantra the Saraswati mantra. LaughingGull will whine, Hey, I'm over here, I'm over here...jeez, what does it take to get noticed around here, huh, huh? Finally, when the soma runs out, emptybill will say .. Yeah, let them eat cake. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@ wrote: So many folks here are full of angry displays that I've lost faith in humanity. Everyone here needs to recognize that none of it means anything - it will all be meaningless in a month. I think we all need a group hug. Here ... let's all gather 'round and pray for forgiveness. Let's do it now ... and the grenades on my vest are just for looks. Honest.
[FairfieldLife] Re: New Video: Talk a Lot
Excellent bhairitu! I'm amazed by how you got the actual FFL message list to scroll on the computer, and I appreciate your nod to Barry and Buddha, and to Rick and Alex at the end. I even think I recognize RD in there somewhere. Also, I get the message (or I think I do). I gotta go back to see if I can discover anything else. Thanks for sharing your creativity. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Bhairitu noozguru@... wrote: Here's my latest music video Talk a Lot: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPmllQDYRMI Enjoy!
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Yikes! Throwing down some guantlets
Can't help feeling sad as I think how the people, including Juliette, in Raunchy's life will miss out on all the extra benefits because she doesn't have, psychologically speaking some of those cojones she often talks about. She doesn't have the cojones to actually go and see John Newton for herself. Something that would have been very easy for her to do THREE times this past year. What's that about? Why hasn't she attended even one presentation to see for herself that John is authentic and has something of great value to offer her and through her the people in her life? No she'd rather very cleverly and in a seemingly down home kind of way snark about someone she has chosen not to meet in person. She'd rather cleverly and superficially diss John for his looks. She'd rather despicably call his integrity into question by using the word claims in reference to John's remote viewing training. Which BTW he talks about in his presentations. What's also sad is Robin's response. Supposedly he loves Raunchy. But what kind of love is it that praises someone for such snarky behavior as RD exhibits here? Robin, learn to REALLY love someone rather than in a creepy cult leader kind of way. It will not only do you good, but also your loved ones. I'm sure John would instantly forgive all this, even my ineptness here. And he would laugh about it all. And he would have unconditional love for Raunchy and Robin. And Ravi too. Just as I'm sure Steve has BTW. Anyway, Raunchy I officially DARE you to attend John's next presentation. With or without goat. And Robin I officially dare you to have a phone session with John. In the spirit of continuing to wish complete healing for you. From: Robin Carlsen maskedze...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 12:02 AM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Yikes! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Ravi Chivukula chivukula.ravi@ wrote: On Sat, Dec 8, 2012 at 5:43 PM, awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.comwrote: ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote: Apologies to Emily and anyone else who wrote a post to me yesterday or today. I participated in a John Newton workshop all day today. Excerpts from the website http://healthbeyondbelief.com/about-the-work.html John Newton is fucking delusional. In the movie The Men who Stare at Goats the military explores the potential of Military Remote Viewing and other paranormal applications for spying. On his website, Newton claims he trained and practiced Military Remote Viewing. He's definitely dreamy looking enough to have been a pick for the movie instead of George Clooney. But what I want to know is, as they attempted in the movie, can John stop a goat's heart and make it drop dead by staring at it? Here's a test of Newton's bona fides that will make him wildly famous in Fairfield. No animals will be harmed. I have friends who have a farm with fainting goats. Honest to God, if you make a sudden move toward one of these critters, it just keels over on its side and faints. If John's psychic powers are as good as he says, he should be able to stare at the goat I'm borrowing for his next seminar and make it faint. I'll post video of the event on FFLife. Learn to love this woman, Steve: It will do you good. http://img.izismile.com/img/img3/20101021/1000/fainting_goats_08.gif For those interested in watching: http://healthbeyondbelief.com/videos.html John eliminated ringing in the ears and tennis elbow in both arms. Both over the phone! -Kevin R., Montana†Christopher G., Photographer, Vancouver, BC His work cleared crushing pain, swelling, and near zero mobility in my wrist. A life-changing experience. †Christopher G., Photographer, Vancouver, BC John helped me clear the chronic pain and related anxiety in my throat. I recommend his work for anyone with emotional or physical pain. †Kourtney Kardashian (quote from her website) John offers his services both in-person and long distance via telephone. Although both are equally effective, if you are in the Los Angeles area, an in-person session might be preferable. Mission statement: To end suffering… At a young age, it was explained to me that some go to Heaven and others go to Hell. I couldn't grasp enjoying Heaven, knowing there were people suffering in hell. My mission is to help everyone who wants to go, get into the party… At this moment I have 86 emails to go through! At lunch I had 80! What's happening?! Anyway, have to meditate now so might not reply til tomorrow. Nighty night and sweet dreams everyone. Nighty night Share, sweet dreams to you
[FairfieldLife] Re: New Video: Talk a Lot
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, laughinggull108 no_reply@... wrote: Excellent bhairitu! I'm amazed by how you got the actual FFL message list to scroll on the computer, and I appreciate your nod to Barry and Buddha, and to Rick and Alex at the end. I even think I recognize RD in there somewhere. Also, I get the message (or I think I do). I gotta go back to see if I can discover anything else. Thanks for sharing your creativity. Indeed. I'm still having technical glitches with Flash, so can't watch all of it without it crashing on me, but that's a problem with my machine, not your video. What I saw was very creative indeed. Great work! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Bhairitu noozguru@ wrote: Here's my latest music video Talk a Lot: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPmllQDYRMI Enjoy!
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
emptybill: Willy will announce to everyone, It was better in the Gupta empire 'cause they knew that Shakya the Muni already had done it all and had just returned back to the mantra the Saraswati mantra. In ancient India this was called Yoga, a way to free oneself from suffering, not by the grace of a creator god or through the machinations of a demi-urge, but by the sheer efforts of the individual based on his or her own willpower. The idea that man can liberate himself through his own initiative (yoga) is the great contribution of the Buddha, the first historical yogin in India,and later the sages of Mother India during the Golden Age, 320 to 550 CE, the Gupta Empire. Yoga Philosophy does not agree with the idea of fate or predestination, rather it is based on volition, action (karma), and the principle that if one person can achieve freedom, then so can another: man is the measure of man. So, what do we know? There is very little that we can actually know through our intellect or senses. Most of our knowledge comes through hearing, seeing, or observing, and we accept these as a valid means of knowledge. Through sense perception and verbal testimony we observe that the material world exhibits change and growth through change. Based on these observations we note a certain order in creation and we *infer* that there must be an intelligent agent. After all, it is a fact that something does not come out of nothing; only a creation based on intelligence would exhibit an orderly pattern of growth and dissolution repeated over time.
Re: [FairfieldLife] The results of our group hug!
EmptyB I love you but what the heck opera are you talking about? Raunchy's fainting goat opera? And what the heck does my line mean? I LOVE how it all turns out you sweetie pie old codger. God, you are older than me, right? Anyway, didn't you get my big hug? Hopefully that will bring some coziness to those last 3 seconds (-: From: emptybill emptyb...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 9:22 AM Subject: [FairfieldLife] The results of our group hug! I figure after the pin pops off my grenade we will have about 3 seconds to go oh shit. That last impression should make quite a nice imprint. It will instantiate all the warm, loving relationships we enjoy here on FFL. Even better, that oh shit will cause us to avoid needless bickering in our next corporeal lifetime, since unlike FFL, we will see that even verbal actions have consequences. Then because we've been meditating for years, we'll be reborn in the heaven of savitarka-samadhi lovers as two-fisted soma drinkers at the banquet of the gods. But not everyone will be happy … Robin will be displeased that there isn't only one god and will declare, I see the truth with my inner heart and I don't deserve this. This is definitely not the Unified Field Steve will be back on earth thinking what a bunch of fools – serves them right. Share will say, I didn't plan it to come out this way so it isn't my fault. It says that in the opera. Judy will pronounce, Is this just a drunkfest? Where's the Sturm und Drang around here? Anyway, do I have to point out again that you are completely wrong? Raving yogi will warn everyone … See that Devi there? She's all mine - so fuck-off you retards. Emily will say, Where's that stage? Can't we have some opera here to go with the soma? Alex will say,This is the opera. Barry will be back on earth repeating, Dude, I told you they would all drink the kool-aid … hey babe, you want a sip? Wolf Baiter will be shouting over the racket, I want that chariot they keep singing about. You know the one that circles the worlds with each lap! This is so boring. Raunchy will say, No matter what, it's still fucked up. Willy will announce to everyone, It was better in the Gupta empire `cause they knew that Shakya the Muni already had done it all and had just returned back to the mantra … the Saraswati mantra. Finally, when the soma runs out, emptybill will say .. Yeah, let them eat cake. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@... wrote: So many folks here are full of angry displays that I've lost faith in humanity. Everyone here needs to recognize that none of it means anything - it will all be meaningless in a month. I think we all need a group hug. Here ... let's all gather 'round and pray for forgiveness. Let's do it now ... and the grenades on my vest are just for looks. Honest.
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
Hey, you'll be there in the middle on the right side. Not everything is revealed to my pravritti-aloka jñana. Likely I'm being obstructed by one of Robin's demons ... maybe by old Rahu. Anyway, you'll probably be passed-out face-down in the cake. Won't that be a delightful sight! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, laughinggull108 no_reply@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@ wrote: I figure after the pin pops off my grenade we will have about 3 seconds to go oh shit. That last impression should make quite a nice imprint. It will instantiate all the warm, loving relationships we enjoy here on FFL. Even better, that oh shit will cause us to avoid needless bickering in our next corporeal lifetime, since unlike FFL, we will see that even verbal actions have consequences. Then because we've been meditating for years, we'll be reborn in the heaven of savitarka-samadhi lovers as two-fisted soma drinkers at the banquet of the gods. But not everyone will be happy Robin will be displeased that there isn't only one god and will declare, I see the truth with my inner heart and I don't deserve this. This is definitely not the Unified Field Steve will be back on earth thinking what a bunch of fools serves them right. Share will say, I didn't plan it to come out this way so it isn't my fault. It says that in the opera. Judy will pronounce, Is this just a drunkfest? Where's the Sturm und Drang around here? Anyway, do I have to point out again that you are completely wrong? Raving yogi will warn everyone See that Devi there? She's all mine - so fuck-off you retards. Emily will say, Where's that stage? Can't we have some opera here to go with the soma? Alex will say,This is the opera. Barry will be back on earth repeating, Dude, I told you they would all drink the kool-aid hey babe, you want a sip? Wolf Baiter will be shouting over the racket, I want that chariot they keep singing about. You know the one that circles the worlds with each lap! This is so boring. Raunchy will say, No matter what, it's still fucked up. Willy will announce to everyone, It was better in the Gupta empire `cause they knew that Shakya the Muni already had done it all and had just returned back to the mantra the Saraswati mantra. LaughingGull will whine, Hey, I'm over here, I'm over here...jeez, what does it take to get noticed around here, huh, huh? Finally, when the soma runs out, emptybill will say .. Yeah, let them eat cake. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@ wrote: So many folks here are full of angry displays that I've lost faith in humanity. Everyone here needs to recognize that none of it means anything - it will all be meaningless in a month. I think we all need a group hug. Here ... let's all gather 'round and pray for forgiveness. Let's do it now ... and the grenades on my vest are just for looks. Honest.
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
I think we all need a group hug. Here ... let's all gather 'round and pray for forgiveness. Let's do it now ... and the grenades on my vest are just for looks. Honest. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@... wrote: I figure after the pin pops off my grenade we will have about 3 seconds to go oh shit. You Damned terrorist bushwhacker. There's no virtue or honor in what you just did. This is really terrible, we trusted you and we let you in to this group and you pull the pin on us. Damned coward. All we are saying is, Give Peace a chance. We'll recover and be back but you are out in the wilderness now you crook. When Rick finishes transferring the ownership of FFL over to me there's no way you'll ever come in from your own loss of trust self-exile. I'll have you wandering the wilderness of forums eternally in search of a place to post. -Buck That last impression should make quite a nice imprint. It will instantiate all the warm, loving relationships we enjoy here on FFL. Even better, that oh shit will cause us to avoid needless bickering in our next corporeal lifetime, since unlike FFL, we will see that even verbal actions have consequences. Then because we've been meditating for years, we'll be reborn in the heaven of savitarka-samadhi lovers as two-fisted soma drinkers at the banquet of the gods. But not everyone will be happy Robin will be displeased that there isn't only one god and will declare, I see the truth with my inner heart and I don't deserve this. This is definitely not the Unified Field Steve will be back on earth thinking what a bunch of fools serves them right. Share will say, I didn't plan it to come out this way so it isn't my fault. It says that in the opera. Judy will pronounce, Is this just a drunkfest? Where's the Sturm und Drang around here? Anyway, do I have to point out again that you are completely wrong? Raving yogi will warn everyone See that Devi there? She's all mine - so fuck-off you retards. Emily will say, Where's that stage? Can't we have some opera here to go with the soma? Alex will say,This is the opera. Barry will be back on earth repeating, Dude, I told you they would all drink the kool-aid hey babe, you want a sip? Wolf Baiter will be shouting over the racket, I want that chariot they keep singing about. You know the one that circles the worlds with each lap! This is so boring. Raunchy will say, No matter what, it's still fucked up. Willy will announce to everyone, It was better in the Gupta empire `cause they knew that Shakya the Muni already had done it all and had just returned back to the mantra the Saraswati mantra. Finally, when the soma runs out, emptybill will say .. Yeah, let them eat cake. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@ wrote: So many folks here are full of angry displays that I've lost faith in humanity. Everyone here needs to recognize that none of it means anything - it will all be meaningless in a month. I think we all need a group hug. Here ... let's all gather 'round and pray for forgiveness. Let's do it now ... and the grenades on my vest are just for looks. Honest.
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
I like cake...feed me, feed me! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@... wrote: Hey, you'll be there in the middle on the right side. Not everything is revealed to my pravritti-aloka jñana. Likely I'm being obstructed by one of Robin's demons ... maybe by old Rahu. Anyway, you'll probably be passed-out face-down in the cake. Won't that be a delightful sight! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, laughinggull108 no_reply@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@ wrote: I figure after the pin pops off my grenade we will have about 3 seconds to go oh shit. That last impression should make quite a nice imprint. It will instantiate all the warm, loving relationships we enjoy here on FFL. Even better, that oh shit will cause us to avoid needless bickering in our next corporeal lifetime, since unlike FFL, we will see that even verbal actions have consequences. Then because we've been meditating for years, we'll be reborn in the heaven of savitarka-samadhi lovers as two-fisted soma drinkers at the banquet of the gods. But not everyone will be happy Robin will be displeased that there isn't only one god and will declare, I see the truth with my inner heart and I don't deserve this. This is definitely not the Unified Field Steve will be back on earth thinking what a bunch of fools serves them right. Share will say, I didn't plan it to come out this way so it isn't my fault. It says that in the opera. Judy will pronounce, Is this just a drunkfest? Where's the Sturm und Drang around here? Anyway, do I have to point out again that you are completely wrong? Raving yogi will warn everyone See that Devi there? She's all mine - so fuck-off you retards. Emily will say, Where's that stage? Can't we have some opera here to go with the soma? Alex will say,This is the opera. Barry will be back on earth repeating, Dude, I told you they would all drink the kool-aid hey babe, you want a sip? Wolf Baiter will be shouting over the racket, I want that chariot they keep singing about. You know the one that circles the worlds with each lap! This is so boring. Raunchy will say, No matter what, it's still fucked up. Willy will announce to everyone, It was better in the Gupta empire `cause they knew that Shakya the Muni already had done it all and had just returned back to the mantra the Saraswati mantra. LaughingGull will whine, Hey, I'm over here, I'm over here...jeez, what does it take to get noticed around here, huh, huh? Finally, when the soma runs out, emptybill will say .. Yeah, let them eat cake. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@ wrote: So many folks here are full of angry displays that I've lost faith in humanity. Everyone here needs to recognize that none of it means anything - it will all be meaningless in a month. I think we all need a group hug. Here ... let's all gather 'round and pray for forgiveness. Let's do it now ... and the grenades on my vest are just for looks. Honest.
[FairfieldLife] And so this is Christmas
So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine pregnancy in a desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden age-inappropriate hot wife with him. This better be the ONLY divinely conceived baby in this house Miss Missy! My eyes drift up to my walls with pictures of Santas from 1930's magazines gaily puffing on cigarettes (damn I wish I was English and could say he was sucking on a fag) while the copy makes claims of the throat soothing virtues of Chesterfields. Throat soothing! I've got versions of them all over thanks to Ebay, as if Santa had a walk-on part on Mad Men. I've got some hand carved camels made of olive wood led by a man on a donkey who I can only assume is spending another Christmas in Guantanamo and someone else is now leading these camels laden with the concentrated sap of the poppy which I guess is the wink, wink, nudge, nudge, translation for frankincense and myrrh I loves me some Christmas. It is an atheist version, but I don't let the bastard child of a rapist ghost interfere with my nostalgia wallowing. If you really listen to Christmas songs they are freak'n maudlin aren't they? That hits my blues center just fine. I'm not even a hater of the materialistic/commercial side of Christmas. I like being coerced into buying presents with money I don't have, because otherwise I wouldn't do it, and gift giving is a blast. (If you prime the pump with specific requests, the receiving isn't so bad either.) The invention of the modern Christmas and many of its most iconic symbols and traditions was pretty recently laid herky jerky on top of those wonderful pagan contributions. (Let's get plastered and bring a tree into the hut!) If some people want to believe that the arrival of one fat baby
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
Bravo Emptybill, bravo. Can I kiss you? You just about made my day. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@... wrote: I figure after the pin pops off my grenade we will have about 3 seconds to go oh shit. That last impression should make quite a nice imprint. It will instantiate all the warm, loving relationships we enjoy here on FFL. Even better, that oh shit will cause us to avoid needless bickering in our next corporeal lifetime, since unlike FFL, we will see that even verbal actions have consequences. Then because we've been meditating for years, we'll be reborn in the heaven of savitarka-samadhi lovers as two-fisted soma drinkers at the banquet of the gods. But not everyone will be happy Robin will be displeased that there isn't only one god and will declare, I see the truth with my inner heart and I don't deserve this. This is definitely not the Unified Field Steve will be back on earth thinking what a bunch of fools serves them right. Share will say, I didn't plan it to come out this way so it isn't my fault. It says that in the opera. Judy will pronounce, Is this just a drunkfest? Where's the Sturm und Drang around here? Anyway, do I have to point out again that you are completely wrong? Raving yogi will warn everyone See that Devi there? She's all mine - so fuck-off you retards. Emily will say, Where's that stage? Can't we have some opera here to go with the soma? Alex will say,This is the opera. Barry will be back on earth repeating, Dude, I told you they would all drink the kool-aid hey babe, you want a sip? Wolf Baiter will be shouting over the racket, I want that chariot they keep singing about. You know the one that circles the worlds with each lap! This is so boring. Raunchy will say, No matter what, it's still fucked up. Willy will announce to everyone, It was better in the Gupta empire `cause they knew that Shakya the Muni already had done it all and had just returned back to the mantra the Saraswati mantra. Finally, when the soma runs out, emptybill will say .. Yeah, let them eat cake. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@ wrote: So many folks here are full of angry displays that I've lost faith in humanity. Everyone here needs to recognize that none of it means anything - it will all be meaningless in a month. I think we all need a group hug. Here ... let's all gather 'round and pray for forgiveness. Let's do it now ... and the grenades on my vest are just for looks. Honest.
[FairfieldLife] Re: Yikes! Throwing down some guantlets
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote: Can't help feeling sad as I think how the people, including Juliette, in Raunchy's life will miss out on all the extra benefits because she doesn't have, psychologically speaking some of those cojones she often talks about. She doesn't have the cojones to actually go and see John Newton for herself. Something that would have been very easy for her to do THREE times this past year. What's that about? Why hasn't she attended even one presentation to see for herself that John is authentic and has something of great value to offer her and through her the people in her life?  No she'd rather very cleverly and in a seemingly down home kind of way snark about someone she has chosen not to meet in person. She'd rather cleverly and superficially diss John for his looks. She'd rather despicably call his integrity into question by using the word claims in reference to John's remote viewing training. Which BTW he talks about in his presentations.  What's also sad is Robin's response. Supposedly he loves Raunchy. But what kind of love is it that praises someone for such snarky behavior as RD exhibits here? Robin, learn to REALLY love someone rather than in a creepy cult leader kind of way. It will not only do you good, but also your loved ones. I'm sure John would instantly forgive all this, even my ineptness here. And he would laugh about it all. And he would have unconditional love for Raunchy and Robin. And Ravi too. Just as I'm sure Steve has BTW.   Anyway, Raunchy I officially DARE you to attend John's next presentation. With or without goat. And Robin I officially dare you to have a phone session with John. In the spirit of continuing to wish complete healing for you.    Hey, what about ME? I think I was the one to start making 'fun' of John right from the get-go. Aren't I in trouble too? From: Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@... To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 12:02 AM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Yikes!  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Ravi Chivukula chivukula.ravi@ wrote: On Sat, Dec 8, 2012 at 5:43 PM, awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.comwrote: ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote: Apologies to Emily and anyone else who wrote a post to me yesterday or today. I participated in a John Newton workshop all day today. Excerpts from the website http://healthbeyondbelief.com/about-the-work.html John Newton is fucking delusional. In the movie The Men who Stare at Goats the military explores the potential of Military Remote Viewing and other paranormal applications for spying. On his website, Newton claims he trained and practiced Military Remote Viewing. He's definitely dreamy looking enough to have been a pick for the movie instead of George Clooney. But what I want to know is, as they attempted in the movie, can John stop a goat's heart and make it drop dead by staring at it? Here's a test of Newton's bona fides that will make him wildly famous in Fairfield. No animals will be harmed. I have friends who have a farm with fainting goats. Honest to God, if you make a sudden move toward one of these critters, it just keels over on its side and faints. If John's psychic powers are as good as he says, he should be able to stare at the goat I'm borrowing for his next seminar and make it faint. I'll post video of the event on FFLife. Learn to love this woman, Steve: It will do you good. http://img.izismile.com/img/img3/20101021/1000/fainting_goats_08.gif For those interested in watching: http://healthbeyondbelief.com/videos.html John eliminated ringing in the ears and tennis elbow in both arms. Both over the phone! -Kevin R., Montanaâ⬠Christopher G., Photographer, Vancouver, BC His work cleared crushing pain, swelling, and near zero mobility in my wrist. A life-changing experience. â⬠Christopher G., Photographer, Vancouver, BC John helped me clear the chronic pain and related anxiety in my throat. I recommend his work for anyone with emotional or physical pain. â⬠Kourtney Kardashian (quote from her website) John offers his services both in-person and long distance via telephone. Although both are equally effective, if you are in the Los Angeles area, an in-person session might be preferable. Mission statement: To end sufferingââ¬Â¦ At a young age, it was explained to me that some go to Heaven and others go to Hell. I couldn't grasp enjoying Heaven, knowing there were people
[FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, seventhray1 lurkernomore20002000@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: Then talk TO him, don't talk ABOUT him. Grow a spine and address people directly, not through others. Put yourself out there where it can be a little bit scary and take a chance. Your hazy generalizations of how sorry you are or how misunderstood or how silly you think you can be at times just aren't cutting the mustard. Get out the steak knife and go for some real meat. Stop playing the damsel and GET REAL. You don't think I 'm going to take flak for this post? But at least I'm telling you how I really feel and showing you who I am, it doesn't come without consequences (especially here). Just look at the invective Robin is getting dealt right now. Now shit or get off the pot, woman. Ann, these are certainly nice sentiments. But real dialogue is generally in short supply here. And really, I don't know if I would identify Ravi as one with whom one could have a meaningful dialogue. Hmm. Ann doesn't seem to be saying anything about dialogue per se. Maybe you should read what she wrote again? No she does not, but assuming Share wrote directly to Ravi, and he responded, and they started an on-line conversation, that could be called an on-line dialogue. A dialogue with Ravi, seems like an iffy proposition though. A dialogue with Robin is more likely to continue with some meaningful content.
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
laughinggull108: LaughingGull will whine, Hey, I'm over here, I'm over here...jeez, what does it take to get noticed around here, huh, huh? It may take many years of posting for you to get any recognition on discussion groups like this. Until then, you'll be considered if not called, a troll, a liar, or a perv, based on your birth circumstances. So, I must have posted over 3,000 on-topic messages to alt.meditation.transcendental before I got a response. I once got stomped on by Andrew Skolnick and not a single informant came to my defense! At about the two year point of my participation I replied to a post by Barry about the 'Cathars' and Barry called me a 'prairie dog fucker' for butting in to the discussion. I guess I pressed a hot button talking trash about Rama. LoL! After about five years of posting to a.m.t., I posted a political message about John Kerry not being in Cambodia in 1968. That's when the shit hit the fan and Judy went on a years-long bat-shit crazy debate with me about the Kerry Swift-boaters. Now, thirteen yaers later, she still thinks I'm a troll and won't even speak to me anymore, which is probably a good thing- look what happened to Share. Go figure. A short selection of my fan mail from Yahoo! FFL Forum, in no particular order. YOU HYPOCRITE! Richard, you life hating fuck. You murder-supporting psychotic malignancy. Joseph Goebbels would have hired you in a second. You're a dark, malevolent, vile, propagandist for evil. Richard, if they hadn't caught the guy already, I'd think you were the BTK murderer. Get the hell out of here with your corrosive slavering for yet more suffering in the world. I mean, come on you good hearted folks here, stand up and denounce this vile presence here. He is such a disgusting creep that I openly ask for all of us to ask Rick to banish him forever. You're lying gutless supporter of child killing. You're a shitheel apologist for evil. You're a low corrupt disinformationalist. You immoral insane purveyor of establishment spin. You're a sick twister of truth into conceptual filth. Name the time and place. I'll bring 16 ounce boxing gloves, a professional boxing referee paid in full, and I'll show you a new state of consciousness.
[FairfieldLife] Fifteen Minutes
Looks like PSY's 15-minutes of fame are just about over. LoL! http://tinyurl.com/bgr2c5k
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
Beware of group hugs. It's usually an enticement to indulge in Bacchanalian orgy. We can't have that on FFLife so, fuggedaboutit. Emptybill has been especially devious luring us into a group hug. It turns out his group hug is a terrorist plot to make us all soft and squishy before he pops a pin and blows us to smithereens just because he doesn't like bickering. Emptybill needs our help to resolve his conflict-aversion-issues for his next life-time. When we all get to heaven, we'll have a role-playing session of Mommy Daddy Fighting. It's a surefire Gestalt therapy technique I learned some years ago where Emptybill can finally learn to enjoy the repartee of dueling forces in knock-down-drag out debate. BTW Emptybill, this was a fun post. Thanks, and yes, No matter what, it's still fucked up. http://uploads0.wikipaintings.org/images/henryk-siemiradzki/bacchanalia.jpg --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@... wrote: I figure after the pin pops off my grenade we will have about 3 seconds to go oh shit. That last impression should make quite a nice imprint. It will instantiate all the warm, loving relationships we enjoy here on FFL. Even better, that oh shit will cause us to avoid needless bickering in our next corporeal lifetime, since unlike FFL, we will see that even verbal actions have consequences. Then because we've been meditating for years, we'll be reborn in the heaven of savitarka-samadhi lovers as two-fisted soma drinkers at the banquet of the gods. But not everyone will be happy Robin will be displeased that there isn't only one god and will declare, I see the truth with my inner heart and I don't deserve this. This is definitely not the Unified Field Steve will be back on earth thinking what a bunch of fools serves them right. Share will say, I didn't plan it to come out this way so it isn't my fault. It says that in the opera. Judy will pronounce, Is this just a drunkfest? Where's the Sturm und Drang around here? Anyway, do I have to point out again that you are completely wrong? Raving yogi will warn everyone See that Devi there? She's all mine - so fuck-off you retards. Emily will say, Where's that stage? Can't we have some opera here to go with the soma? Alex will say,This is the opera. Barry will be back on earth repeating, Dude, I told you they would all drink the kool-aid hey babe, you want a sip? Wolf Baiter will be shouting over the racket, I want that chariot they keep singing about. You know the one that circles the worlds with each lap! This is so boring. Raunchy will say, No matter what, it's still fucked up. Willy will announce to everyone, It was better in the Gupta empire `cause they knew that Shakya the Muni already had done it all and had just returned back to the mantra the Saraswati mantra. Finally, when the soma runs out, emptybill will say .. Yeah, let them eat cake. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@ wrote: So many folks here are full of angry displays that I've lost faith in humanity. Everyone here needs to recognize that none of it means anything - it will all be meaningless in a month. I think we all need a group hug. Here ... let's all gather 'round and pray for forgiveness. Let's do it now ... and the grenades on my vest are just for looks. Honest.
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Richard J. Williams richard@... wrote: laughinggull108: LaughingGull will whine, Hey, I'm over here, I'm over here...jeez, what does it take to get noticed around here, huh, huh? It may take many years of posting for you to get any recognition on discussion groups like this. Until then, you'll be considered if not called, a troll, a liar, or a perv, based on your birth circumstances. So, I must have posted over 3,000 on-topic messages to alt.meditation.transcendental before I got a response. I once got stomped on by Andrew Skolnick and not a single informant came to my defense! At about the two year point of my participation I replied to a post by Barry about the 'Cathars' and Barry called me a 'prairie dog fucker' for butting in to the discussion. I guess I pressed a hot button talking trash about Rama. LoL! After about five years of posting to a.m.t., I posted a political message about John Kerry not being in Cambodia in 1968. That's when the shit hit the fan and Judy went on a years-long bat-shit crazy debate with me about the Kerry Swift-boaters. Now, thirteen yaers later, she still thinks I'm a troll and won't even speak to me anymore, which is probably a good thing- look what happened to Share. Go figure. A short selection of my fan mail from Yahoo! FFL Forum, in no particular order. YOU HYPOCRITE! Richard, you life hating fuck. You murder-supporting psychotic malignancy. Joseph Goebbels would have hired you in a second. You're a dark, malevolent, vile, propagandist for evil. Richard, if they hadn't caught the guy already, I'd think you were the BTK murderer. Get the hell out of here with your corrosive slavering for yet more suffering in the world. I mean, come on you good hearted folks here, stand up and denounce this vile presence here. He is such a disgusting creep that I openly ask for all of us to ask Rick to banish him forever. You're lying gutless supporter of child killing. You're a shitheel apologist for evil. You're a low corrupt disinformationalist. You immoral insane purveyor of establishment spin. You're a sick twister of truth into conceptual filth. Name the time and place. I'll bring 16 ounce boxing gloves, a professional boxing referee paid in full, and I'll show you a new state of consciousness. Wow, and Share thought she was getting the gears. It's amazing you're still standing.
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
Curis, if this was your one and only post to FFL, it would be enough, it would be enough. You got the gift man! Happy holidays! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine pregnancy in a desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden age-inappropriate hot wife with him. This better be the ONLY divinely conceived baby in this house Miss Missy! My eyes drift up to my walls with pictures of Santas from 1930's magazines gaily puffing on cigarettes (damn I wish I was English and could say he was sucking on a fag) while the copy makes claims of the throat soothing virtues of Chesterfields. Throat soothing! I've got versions of them all over thanks to Ebay, as if Santa had a walk-on part on Mad Men. I've got some hand carved camels made of olive wood led by a man on a donkey who I can only assume is spending another Christmas in Guantanamo and someone else is now leading these camels laden with the concentrated sap of the poppy which I guess is the wink, wink, nudge, nudge, translation for frankincense and myrrh I loves me some Christmas. It is an atheist version, but I don't let the bastard child of a rapist ghost interfere with my nostalgia wallowing. If you really listen to Christmas songs they are freak'n maudlin aren't they? That hits my blues center just fine. I'm not even a hater of the materialistic/commercial side of Christmas. I like being coerced into buying presents with money I don't have, because otherwise I wouldn't do it, and gift giving is a blast. (If you prime the pump with specific requests, the receiving isn't so bad either.) The
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
Curtis, if this was your one and only post to FFL, it would be enough, it would be enough...you got the gift man! Happy holidays! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine pregnancy in a desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden age-inappropriate hot wife with him. This better be the ONLY divinely conceived baby in this house Miss Missy! My eyes drift up to my walls with pictures of Santas from 1930's magazines gaily puffing on cigarettes (damn I wish I was English and could say he was sucking on a fag) while the copy makes claims of the throat soothing virtues of Chesterfields. Throat soothing! I've got versions of them all over thanks to Ebay, as if Santa had a walk-on part on Mad Men. I've got some hand carved camels made of olive wood led by a man on a donkey who I can only assume is spending another Christmas in Guantanamo and someone else is now leading these camels laden with the concentrated sap of the poppy which I guess is the wink, wink, nudge, nudge, translation for frankincense and myrrh I loves me some Christmas. It is an atheist version, but I don't let the bastard child of a rapist ghost interfere with my nostalgia wallowing. If you really listen to Christmas songs they are freak'n maudlin aren't they? That hits my blues center just fine. I'm not even a hater of the materialistic/commercial side of Christmas. I like being coerced into buying presents with money I don't have, because otherwise I wouldn't do it, and gift giving is a blast. (If you prime the pump with specific requests, the receiving isn't so bad either.)
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT
yes, Emily I regret hurting your feelings. However, I don't agree that I completely dismissed and ignored you. It's possible in the deluge I missed some posts of yours and of others as well. I guess I don't understand because if someone told me I was in a cult, it wouldn't bother me. I know I'm not and they're entitled to their opinion. From: Emily Reyn emilymae.r...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, December 8, 2012 12:57 PM Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT Share, do you very much regret having hurt mine, given that you assigned me to a cult, refused to discuss on what basis you did this, and completely dismissed and ignored me telling you how it was making me feel? From: Share Long sharelon...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, December 8, 2012 4:40 AM Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT Thank you Steve for all your support. Hope you and family are well and happy. I very much regret having hurt Ravi's feelings. From: seventhray1 lurkernomore20002...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Friday, December 7, 2012 9:17 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT Share, Always consider the source. As Ravi has said, much of his dysfunctionality is a matter of the public record, except for those posts (a considerable amount) he has managed to have expunged. He is on the record here, saying that he issued an ultimatum to his wife that she renounce Amma as her guru and instead accept him as her guru. So, as I've said, consider the source. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Ravi Chivukula chivukula.ravi@... wrote: Share - I have to add, your posts to this thread have hilarious in their utter clueless-ness. You are not a person who has, so far shown any awareness, sensitivity, maturity - intellectual and/or emotional, intelligence to understand the nuances of any issue to be really compassionate. There is a difference between fake niceness and genuine compassion - in the absence of above your responses to Robin's posts come across as hilarious or malicious depending on my mood. I would say you are very much like Barry except he is overtly mean and you are not. Anyway I don't know what the sound of two paranoid, delusional people conversing is - I don't think it's possible, they are too..well paranoid and alike to get along with each other. So you are better off spending your time on FFL chatting to people like LG, Xeno and others if you don't want people to pile on you. On Fri, Dec 7, 2012 at 4:34 PM, authfriend authfriend@... wrote: ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote: Judy, whatever the quality of Robin's intentions, they would have been under the influence of his self proclaimed state of mystical hallucination. Your ignoring, in relation to his intentions, that self proclamation of his Of course, I don't ignore it. You say that without having any idea of how I view this: You just made it up. Typical. I *disagree* that Robin's intentions would have been affected, made somehow negative, by his enlightenment. I see no reason why that would have been the case. You are taking delusion and hallucination too literally; those terms are only very roughly approximate, because there simply is no vocabulary to describe what happened to him. He himself has said his enlightenment was *real*, so there's obviously a paradoxical element to this that you haven't bothered to take into account. perpetuates an aspect of hallucination into the PRESENT and is not IMO helpful in the present. This is what I am addressing, the present. Yes, I know you are. Your sole interest is in finding ways to portray him negatively *in the present*, and you'll make up whatever metaphysical rules you need to in order to do that. Your perpetuate an aspect of hallucination into the PRESENT doesn't make any sense. *You* don't even know what you mean by it. You have a desperate need to make Robin a Bad Guy to justify the disgusting way you've behaved toward him. I stand by what I said. The negative intelligences that brought about Robin's enlightenment *used* his good intentions--and those of everyone in his group--to further their own goals. That did not turn them into *bad* intentions. The bad intentions were those of the negative intelligences that took advantage of his innocence, his idealism, his loving nature, his desire to help others be the best they could possibly be. Though I recognize that I've made some mistakes about all this and will probably
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
And so it is. I've missed your spirit -- Christmas or otherwise -- around here, and thus happy for the drive-by. Loved the Three Wise Men as Parliament-Funkadelic, and the bastard child of a rapist ghost. At least here in the Netherlands they celebrate a *real* Saint Nicholas. True, he was a bishop in Turkey and they still portray him as accompanied by his black servants (as opposed to elves), but he really existed, so in that respect he's got a leg up on both Santa Claus *and* Jesus. :-) As for coffee, putting anything into it except cream and a dollop of sugar is heresy. And I have it on good authority that while Santa may enjoy his cuppa with a bit of single-malt whiskey, it's always on the side, not added as an adulterant. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine pregnancy in a desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden age-inappropriate hot wife with him. This better be the ONLY divinely conceived baby in this house Miss Missy! My eyes drift up to my walls with pictures of Santas from 1930's magazines gaily puffing on cigarettes (damn I wish I was English and could say he was sucking on a fag) while the copy makes claims of the throat soothing virtues of Chesterfields. Throat soothing! I've got versions of them all over thanks to Ebay, as if Santa had a walk-on part on Mad Men. I've got some hand carved camels made of olive wood led by a man on a donkey who I can only assume is spending another Christmas in Guantanamo and someone else is now leading these camels laden with the concentrated sap of the poppy which I guess is the wink, wink, nudge, nudge, translation for frankincense and myrrh I loves me some Christmas. It is an atheist version, but I don't let the
[FairfieldLife] Winston saw it like a prophet
Winston Churchill predicted the future many times November 30, 1874 is the birth-date of the greatest statesman in history. Presidents Eisenhower, Kennedy and Reagan deemed him so. Just his indomitable leadership in World War II rallying a beleaguered Britain to triumph over Nazi tyranny would alone earn him this unique distinction. But the world is not aware that Churchill was a modern Nostradamus in his prophetic wisdom. Among other things, he predicted two World Wars and the Cold War. Even today's headlines are the stuff of predictions he made close to a century ago. In 1905, he foresaw the creation of the Israeli State. Churchill was the first non-Jewish Zionist. Twelve years before the Balfour Declaration, in 1917, Churchill called for a Jewish State. It was not as if he represented New York's Lower East Side or Miami populated by Jews. Then in 1921, in a speech to the House of Commons, he spoke of a militant Islam sect, the Wahabis, more violent than any in history, which would kill their own sisters for wearing the wrong attire. These fierce zealots would terrorize the West with bomb-carrying Jihadists who would burn embassies and destroy buildings by their passion to sacrifice their lives for guarantee of Islam heaven. Winston Churchill II would read his grandfather's speech to President George W. Bush in the White House in 2007. If Churchill didn't exactly predict 9/11, he described its radical extremist perpetrators. President Nixon once told me that Churchill was the only leader who seemed to have a crystal ball. He had the mind of an historian and courage of a soldier. A scholar of history, he could see patterns replicating themselves. Like a soldier, Churchill would risk political death by telling the people what they didn't want to hear. Spineless politicians or cover-your-ass bureaucrats will never state the ugly truths. Churchill, however, didn't worry about repercussions. He didn't talk in euphemisms or evasions. He delivered the unvarnished facts. The world is not aware that Churchill was a modern Nostradamus in his prophetic wisdom. - The English did not want to hear, after the decimation of a whole generation in World War I, the need to arm for another war threat by the Germans in the 1930's. A decade later, Americans and British turned deaf ears to Churchill's warning that their recent ally, the Soviet Union threatened the democracies of Europe. Even The Wall Street Journalno left-wing newspaperdenounced Churchill's Iron Curtain Address. Eleanor Roosevelt called Churchill a war monger. In that same year, 1946, Churchill told Europeans gathering in an assembly in Zurich that Germany, whose armies had only recently devastated their countries, had to be welcomed back into its community for the future prosperity of Europe. Boos accompanied his unwelcome message. The Europeans were appalled that their World War II hero would suggest such an idea. For those who ask what relevance Churchill's predictions have to today's world, they should keep in mind that he predicted the Energy Crisis in 1929. He warned that the West needed new sources of fuel to escape from being beholden to the oil oligarchies of the Middle East. And then in 1957, this writer heard Churchill state that the U.N. was a feckless organization, maimed by a congenital deformitythe Soviet veto and that it was increasingly dominated by one-party autocratic states. One only has to note President Calderon who stuffs ballot boxes and jails dissidents in Columbia while his country serves on the U.N. Human Rights Commission; or even worse, President Assad of Syria who is slaughtering thousands of his citizens while his country joins Columbia on that Human Rights Commission that is attacking the U.S. for, among other things, using capital punishment and the many African-Americans serving in prison. On his 138th birthday, the world should not only recognize Churchill's championship of freedom, but also study his many predictions that still endanger our liberties and freedoms. James C. Humes , a former White House speechwriter, is the author of the new book, Churchill: The Prophetic Statesman http://www.amazon.com/Churchill-Prophetic-Statesman-James-Humes/dp/1596\ 987758 [http://global.fncstatic.com/static/v/all/img/external-link.png] , Regnery Publishing, Inc., 2012.
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
Much appreciated. Merry Krishnaamas back atchya. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, laughinggull108 no_reply@... wrote: Curtis, if this was your one and only post to FFL, it would be enough, it would be enough...you got the gift man! Happy holidays! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine pregnancy in a desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden age-inappropriate hot wife with him. This better be the ONLY divinely conceived baby in this house Miss Missy! My eyes drift up to my walls with pictures of Santas from 1930's magazines gaily puffing on cigarettes (damn I wish I was English and could say he was sucking on a fag) while the copy makes claims of the throat soothing virtues of Chesterfields. Throat soothing! I've got versions of them all over thanks to Ebay, as if Santa had a walk-on part on Mad Men. I've got some hand carved camels made of olive wood led by a man on a donkey who I can only assume is spending another Christmas in Guantanamo and someone else is now leading these camels laden with the concentrated sap of the poppy which I guess is the wink, wink, nudge, nudge, translation for frankincense and myrrh I loves me some Christmas. It is an atheist version, but I don't let the bastard child of a rapist ghost interfere with my nostalgia wallowing. If you really listen to Christmas songs they are freak'n maudlin aren't they? That hits my blues center just fine. I'm not even a hater of the materialistic/commercial side of Christmas. I like being
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote: snip Wow, and Share thought she was getting the gears. It's amazing you're still standing. That list is a little disingenuous; almost all (maybe all--I didn't check every single item) of it is from one poster, Edg, who has had it in for willytex for a long time.
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine pregnancy in a desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden age-inappropriate hot wife with him. This better be the ONLY divinely conceived baby in this house Miss Missy! My eyes drift up to my walls with pictures of Santas from 1930's magazines gaily puffing on cigarettes (damn I wish I was English and could say he was sucking on a fag) while the copy makes claims of the throat soothing virtues of Chesterfields. Throat soothing! I've got versions of them all over thanks to Ebay, as if Santa had a walk-on part on Mad Men. I've got some hand carved camels made of olive wood led by a man on a donkey who I can only assume is spending another Christmas in Guantanamo and someone else is now leading these camels laden with the concentrated sap of the poppy which I guess is the wink, wink, nudge, nudge, translation for frankincense and myrrh I loves me some Christmas. It is an atheist version, but I don't let the bastard child of a rapist ghost interfere with my nostalgia wallowing. If you really listen to Christmas songs they are freak'n maudlin aren't they? That hits my blues center just fine. I'm not even a hater of the materialistic/commercial side of Christmas. I like being coerced into buying presents with money I don't have, because otherwise I wouldn't do it, and gift giving is a blast. (If you prime the pump with specific requests, the receiving isn't so bad either.) The invention of the modern Christmas and many of its most iconic symbols and traditions was pretty recently laid herky jerky on
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
Thanks man. Funny how the Italians have a word for grappa enhanced coffee, they call it caffè corretto as if it needed to be corrected! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@... wrote: And so it is. I've missed your spirit -- Christmas or otherwise -- around here, and thus happy for the drive-by. Loved the Three Wise Men as Parliament-Funkadelic, and the bastard child of a rapist ghost. At least here in the Netherlands they celebrate a *real* Saint Nicholas. True, he was a bishop in Turkey and they still portray him as accompanied by his black servants (as opposed to elves), but he really existed, so in that respect he's got a leg up on both Santa Claus *and* Jesus. :-) As for coffee, putting anything into it except cream and a dollop of sugar is heresy. And I have it on good authority that while Santa may enjoy his cuppa with a bit of single-malt whiskey, it's always on the side, not added as an adulterant. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine pregnancy in a desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden age-inappropriate hot wife with him. This better be the ONLY divinely conceived baby in this house Miss Missy! My eyes drift up to my walls with pictures of Santas from 1930's magazines gaily puffing on cigarettes (damn I wish I was English and could say he was sucking on a fag) while the copy makes claims of the throat soothing virtues of Chesterfields. Throat soothing! I've got versions of them all over thanks to Ebay, as if Santa had a walk-on part on Mad Men. I've got some hand carved camels made of olive wood led by a man on a donkey who I can only assume is spending
[FairfieldLife] Re: Qualities of the Unified Field
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Buck dhamiltony2k5@... wrote: You know, these 'qualities' are like those bold words in old comics when you use them qualities like Patanjali would in meditating right there upon the Unified Field. Faint intention and awareness on 'Integrity' and BAM! !WOW! You should sit and mediate sometime and try it. There's a lot of insight there. That Maharishi taught us all a lot if we had ears to hear it and eyes to see it. Like the Unified Field. -Buck --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote: And where have you seen this manifested, Buck? If Maharishi had not described the United Field, would we, from our meditation, even know of its existence? Would we have any concept of it based upon our own experiences? If you had some intuitive or idealistic connection to the actual reality of what you are posting for the hundredth time, then it would mean something. But the effect of this is just to gradually kill off its vitality. Is your purpose, Buck? You make TM, Maharishi, Buck in the Dome seem anti-exciting in the extreme. The opposite of sexiness, then. But I hear you raise beautiful horses. I think if you described them, you would be much more persuasive. This post just reminds me of Jesus Loves Me This I Know--and a boring Protestant sermon I had to listen to when I went to church with my parents. You are sterilizing the magic of Maharishi and TM, Buck. Do you know that? Are you an initiator, by the way? I can't believe you ever taught someone to meditate. Born-again Christianity seems poetic compared to your posts, Buck. How about bringing some supernatural wrath down upon me! But I know what you will do: Nothing. Sweetness and light--even that would be charming. But all I can say is: Where's The Party, Buck? Robin Buck, I think Robin is right here. You are making 'the unified field' into an object of perception here. In Maharishi's tradition, 'the unified field' is what enables us to have perception, that is, if we think of this situation of perception as cause and effect. There is no way to describe this that actually deep down makes any sense. As Ravi says of me, being cold and heartless, pedantic; you Buck are pedantic far more than I. Your spiritual expression is plodding like an old horse pulling a beaten down, dusty wagon. The expression 'Jesus Saves!' has more life. I am being critical of you here Buck. We all derive our expression from what we have learned previously, but your style is like an assembly line in a biscuit factory.
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Richard J. Williams richard@... wrote: laughinggull108: LaughingGull will whine, Hey, I'm over here, I'm over here...jeez, what does it take to get noticed around here, huh, huh? It may take many years of posting for you to get any recognition on discussion groups like this. Until then, you'll be considered if not called, a troll, a liar, or a perv, based on your birth circumstances. So, I must have posted over 3,000 on-topic messages to alt.meditation.transcendental before I got a response. I once got stomped on by Andrew Skolnick and not a single informant came to my defense! At about the two year point of my participation I replied to a post by Barry about the 'Cathars' and Barry called me a 'prairie dog fucker' for butting in to the discussion. I guess I pressed a hot button talking trash about Rama. LoL! After about five years of posting to a.m.t., I posted a political message about John Kerry not being in Cambodia in 1968. That's when the shit hit the fan and Judy went on a years-long bat-shit crazy debate with me about the Kerry Swift-boaters. Now, thirteen yaers later, she still thinks I'm a troll and won't even speak to me anymore, which is probably a good thing- look what happened to Share. Go figure. A short selection of my fan mail from Yahoo! FFL Forum, in no particular order. YOU HYPOCRITE! Richard, you life hating fuck. You murder-supporting psychotic malignancy. Joseph Goebbels would have hired you in a second. You're a dark, malevolent, vile, propagandist for evil. Richard, if they hadn't caught the guy already, I'd think you were the BTK murderer. Get the hell out of here with your corrosive slavering for yet more suffering in the world. I mean, come on you good hearted folks here, stand up and denounce this vile presence here. He is such a disgusting creep that I openly ask for all of us to ask Rick to banish him forever. You're lying gutless supporter of child killing. You're a shitheel apologist for evil. You're a low corrupt disinformationalist. You immoral insane purveyor of establishment spin. You're a sick twister of truth into conceptual filth. Name the time and place. I'll bring 16 ounce boxing gloves, a professional boxing referee paid in full, and I'll show you a new state of consciousness. That's a mighty impressive collection of insults, Willy. It's impressive in the sense that Judy wrote such colorful insults *and* impressive that you actually collected and posted them.
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: snip Wow, and Share thought she was getting the gears. It's amazing you're still standing. That list is a little disingenuous; almost all (maybe all--I didn't check every single item) of it is from one poster, Edg, who has had it in for willytex for a long time. Oopsie! I thought it was a list of *your* insults. Oh, well, hat tip to Edg.
[FairfieldLife] OMG: yatna?
What is your favorite translation of 'yatna' in tatra* sthitau yatno 'bhyaasaH (w/o s: tatra sthitau yatnaH; abhyaasaH)? *there = in yoga / citta-vRtti-nirodha / samaadhi** ** yogash citta-vRtti-nirodhaH; Vyaasa: yogaH [=] samaadhiH
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... wrote: Thanks man. Funny how the Italians have a word for grappa enhanced coffee, they call it caffè corretto as if it needed to be corrected! I hear that. :-) Here's some Krishmas Cheer for the wannabee Hindus in the group. Fits right in, doesn't he? --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@ wrote: And so it is. I've missed your spirit -- Christmas or otherwise -- around here, and thus happy for the drive-by. Loved the Three Wise Men as Parliament-Funkadelic, and the bastard child of a rapist ghost. At least here in the Netherlands they celebrate a *real* Saint Nicholas. True, he was a bishop in Turkey and they still portray him as accompanied by his black servants (as opposed to elves), but he really existed, so in that respect he's got a leg up on both Santa Claus *and* Jesus. :-) As for coffee, putting anything into it except cream and a dollop of sugar is heresy. And I have it on good authority that while Santa may enjoy his cuppa with a bit of single-malt whiskey, it's always on the side, not added as an adulterant. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine pregnancy in a desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden age-inappropriate hot wife with him. This better be the ONLY divinely conceived baby in this house Miss Missy! My eyes drift up to my walls with pictures of Santas from 1930's magazines gaily puffing on cigarettes (damn I wish I was English and could say he was sucking on a fag) while the copy makes claims of the throat
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
Yeah, me too. All we are saying ... is give piss a chance. But who needs internet forums anyway? When, I get my 27 houris too pleasure me endlessly, I won't even remember FFL. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Buck dhamiltony2k5@... wrote: I think we all need a group hug. Here ... let's all gather 'round and pray for forgiveness. Let's do it now ... and the grenades on my vest are just for looks. Honest. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@ wrote: I figure after the pin pops off my grenade we will have about 3 seconds to go oh shit. You Damned terrorist bushwhacker. There's no virtue or honor in what you just did. This is really terrible, we trusted you and we let you in to this group and you pull the pin on us. Damned coward. All we are saying is, Give Peace a chance. We'll recover and be back but you are out in the wilderness now you crook. When Rick finishes transferring the ownership of FFL over to me there's no way you'll ever come in from your own loss of trust self-exile. I'll have you wandering the wilderness of forums eternally in search of a place to post. -Buck That last impression should make quite a nice imprint. It will instantiate all the warm, loving relationships we enjoy here on FFL. Even better, that oh shit will cause us to avoid needless bickering in our next corporeal lifetime, since unlike FFL, we will see that even verbal actions have consequences. Then because we've been meditating for years, we'll be reborn in the heaven of savitarka-samadhi lovers as two-fisted soma drinkers at the banquet of the gods. But not everyone will be happy Robin will be displeased that there isn't only one god and will declare, I see the truth with my inner heart and I don't deserve this. This is definitely not the Unified Field Steve will be back on earth thinking what a bunch of fools serves them right. Share will say, I didn't plan it to come out this way so it isn't my fault. It says that in the opera. Judy will pronounce, Is this just a drunkfest? Where's the Sturm und Drang around here? Anyway, do I have to point out again that you are completely wrong? Raving yogi will warn everyone See that Devi there? She's all mine - so fuck-off you retards. Emily will say, Where's that stage? Can't we have some opera here to go with the soma? Alex will say,This is the opera. Barry will be back on earth repeating, Dude, I told you they would all drink the kool-aid hey babe, you want a sip? Wolf Baiter will be shouting over the racket, I want that chariot they keep singing about. You know the one that circles the worlds with each lap! This is so boring. Raunchy will say, No matter what, it's still fucked up. Willy will announce to everyone, It was better in the Gupta empire `cause they knew that Shakya the Muni already had done it all and had just returned back to the mantra the Saraswati mantra. Finally, when the soma runs out, emptybill will say .. Yeah, let them eat cake. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@ wrote: So many folks here are full of angry displays that I've lost faith in humanity. Everyone here needs to recognize that none of it means anything - it will all be meaningless in a month. I think we all need a group hug. Here ... let's all gather 'round and pray for forgiveness. Let's do it now ... and the grenades on my vest are just for looks. Honest.
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
Two thumbs up for this piece. Nice. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine pregnancy in a desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden age-inappropriate hot wife with him. This better be the ONLY divinely conceived baby in this house Miss Missy! My eyes drift up to my walls with pictures of Santas from 1930's magazines gaily puffing on cigarettes (damn I wish I was English and could say he was sucking on a fag) while the copy makes claims of the throat soothing virtues of Chesterfields. Throat soothing! I've got versions of them all over thanks to Ebay, as if Santa had a walk-on part on Mad Men. I've got some hand carved camels made of olive wood led by a man on a donkey who I can only assume is spending another Christmas in Guantanamo and someone else is now leading these camels laden with the concentrated sap of the poppy which I guess is the wink, wink, nudge, nudge, translation for frankincense and myrrh I loves me some Christmas. It is an atheist version, but I don't let the bastard child of a rapist ghost interfere with my nostalgia wallowing. If you really listen to Christmas songs they are freak'n maudlin aren't they? That hits my blues center just fine. I'm not even a hater of the materialistic/commercial side of Christmas. I like being coerced into buying presents with money I don't have, because otherwise I wouldn't do it, and gift giving is a blast. (If you prime the pump with specific requests, the receiving isn't so bad either.) The invention of the modern Christmas and many of its most iconic symbols and traditions was
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
Thanks Edge, Merry Christmas. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung no_reply@... wrote: Two thumbs up for this piece. Nice. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine pregnancy in a desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden age-inappropriate hot wife with him. This better be the ONLY divinely conceived baby in this house Miss Missy! My eyes drift up to my walls with pictures of Santas from 1930's magazines gaily puffing on cigarettes (damn I wish I was English and could say he was sucking on a fag) while the copy makes claims of the throat soothing virtues of Chesterfields. Throat soothing! I've got versions of them all over thanks to Ebay, as if Santa had a walk-on part on Mad Men. I've got some hand carved camels made of olive wood led by a man on a donkey who I can only assume is spending another Christmas in Guantanamo and someone else is now leading these camels laden with the concentrated sap of the poppy which I guess is the wink, wink, nudge, nudge, translation for frankincense and myrrh I loves me some Christmas. It is an atheist version, but I don't let the bastard child of a rapist ghost interfere with my nostalgia wallowing. If you really listen to Christmas songs they are freak'n maudlin aren't they? That hits my blues center just fine. I'm not even a hater of the materialistic/commercial side of Christmas. I like being coerced into buying presents with money I don't have, because otherwise I wouldn't do it, and gift giving is a blast. (If
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
Name the time and place. I'll bring 16 ounce boxing gloves, a professional boxing referee paid in full, and I'll show you a new state of consciousness. awoelflebater: Wow, and Share thought she was getting the gears. It's amazing you're still standing. LoL! Fan mail from Usenet Forum: Yes Richard, you are really nutso. Fuck you, you little fascist shit. Willy's a troll. You scumbucket. You had him pegged right - he's a total loser. You're totally fucked willytex you asshole. lies/ damn lies/ willytex lies! willytex boy's book Willytex-- Self-admitted substance abuser =*BRAIN DEAD WILYTEX* And who could forget these gems from willyTex Willytex is a liar. Wandering Mind of Willytex Return of the BS of willytex Sir Willytex and Ms Judy's lies Sir Willytex Impostor w/o(common sense) Willytex's no-mind Willytex Lies Typical Careless Lie from WillyTex Eyes Wide Shut/ and full of bs-willytex Sir Willytex's minds amush Bullshit from Tex Willytex motto: I'm better than Bozo. Local clown gets waxed. Willytex the clown Willytex is a prankster of the highest order. You have a few screws loose Willy. Your lack of logic speaks loudly of your mental problems 'willy'. Willy is considered to be the village idiot on a.m.t. Nutso Willy rides again. You're just plain nuts Willy. You ought to write comedy Willy. Willy goes nutso and once again tells fibs. Your synapses are misfiring again Willy. Your words are psychotic babble. Another deliberate lie from the local liar. You're drooling Willy. This guy is fucking obviously nuts. WillyTex, in my eyes, is just a 'nut case' example of 35+ years of TM. Just kindly disregard his paranoid schizophrenia and all will be well. They are in response to the king of off-topic, Willy. Willy is a recognized crackpot. You called him wacky. Do you like clowns? I stand by my assesment of your mental state. I am considering ignoring his posts and letting him be insane. Another careless lie from Willy. I apologized to WillyTex for my ineptitude in being able to effectively communicate with him. I do not have the skills required to do this with someone who has his mental disorder. I certainly don't hate you. It's not nice to pick on the mentally ill.
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
This picture is so funny - it is the perfect advertisement for the TMO From: turquoiseb no_re...@yahoogroups.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 12:11 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... wrote: Thanks man. Funny how the Italians have a word for grappa enhanced coffee, they call it caffè corretto as if it needed to be corrected! I hear that. :-) Here's some Krishmas Cheer for the wannabee Hindus in the group. Fits right in, doesn't he? --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@ wrote: And so it is. I've missed your spirit -- Christmas or otherwise -- around here, and thus happy for the drive-by. Loved the Three Wise Men as Parliament-Funkadelic, and the bastard child of a rapist ghost. At least here in the Netherlands they celebrate a *real* Saint Nicholas. True, he was a bishop in Turkey and they still portray him as accompanied by his black servants (as opposed to elves), but he really existed, so in that respect he's got a leg up on both Santa Claus *and* Jesus. :-) As for coffee, putting anything into it except cream and a dollop of sugar is heresy. And I have it on good authority that while Santa may enjoy his cuppa with a bit of single-malt whiskey, it's always on the side, not added as an adulterant. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine pregnancy in a desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden age-inappropriate hot wife with him.
[FairfieldLife] Re: Yikes! Throwing down some guantlets
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote: Hey, what about ME? I think I was the one to start making 'fun' of John right from the get-go. Aren't I in trouble too? With your snarky cynical immaturity, you are surely beneath being dignified with even a mere mention. After all, it's not like any of your life experience has earned you the right to be cynical and snarky about self-proclaimed mystical woo-meisters.
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
Wow, and Share thought she was getting the gears. It's amazing you're still standing. authfriend: That list is a little disingenuous; almost all (maybe all--I didn't check every single item) of it is from one poster, Edg, who has had it in for willytex for a long time. She's still calling me 'willytex'. Case closed. LoL! Where I come from silence signals agreement. From: Judy Stein Subject: Re: MMY - Tyrant Crackpot! Newsgroups: alt.meditation.transcendental Date: Nov 11, 2005 11:18:10 http://tinyurl.com/7twmh YOU HYPOCRITE!
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
Hearty laugh of the week Richard...thanks! Ditto on the later post continuing your fan mail. Now I understand why you look the way you do, and I'm so sorry. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Richard J. Williams richard@... wrote: laughinggull108: LaughingGull will whine, Hey, I'm over here, I'm over here...jeez, what does it take to get noticed around here, huh, huh? It may take many years of posting for you to get any recognition on discussion groups like this. Until then, you'll be considered if not called, a troll, a liar, or a perv, based on your birth circumstances. So, I must have posted over 3,000 on-topic messages to alt.meditation.transcendental before I got a response. I once got stomped on by Andrew Skolnick and not a single informant came to my defense! At about the two year point of my participation I replied to a post by Barry about the 'Cathars' and Barry called me a 'prairie dog fucker' for butting in to the discussion. I guess I pressed a hot button talking trash about Rama. LoL! After about five years of posting to a.m.t., I posted a political message about John Kerry not being in Cambodia in 1968. That's when the shit hit the fan and Judy went on a years-long bat-shit crazy debate with me about the Kerry Swift-boaters. Now, thirteen yaers later, she still thinks I'm a troll and won't even speak to me anymore, which is probably a good thing- look what happened to Share. Go figure. A short selection of my fan mail from Yahoo! FFL Forum, in no particular order. YOU HYPOCRITE! Richard, you life hating fuck. You murder-supporting psychotic malignancy. Joseph Goebbels would have hired you in a second. You're a dark, malevolent, vile, propagandist for evil. Richard, if they hadn't caught the guy already, I'd think you were the BTK murderer. Get the hell out of here with your corrosive slavering for yet more suffering in the world. I mean, come on you good hearted folks here, stand up and denounce this vile presence here. He is such a disgusting creep that I openly ask for all of us to ask Rick to banish him forever. You're lying gutless supporter of child killing. You're a shitheel apologist for evil. You're a low corrupt disinformationalist. You immoral insane purveyor of establishment spin. You're a sick twister of truth into conceptual filth. Name the time and place. I'll bring 16 ounce boxing gloves, a professional boxing referee paid in full, and I'll show you a new state of consciousness.
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
Curtis - The only known manuscript of Stille Nacht in the handwriting of either the composer or lyricist:
[FairfieldLife] Re: Yikes! Throwing down some guantlets
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote: Can't help feeling sad as I think how the people, including Juliette, in Raunchy's life will miss out on all the extra benefits because she doesn't have, psychologically speaking some of those cojones she often talks about. She doesn't have the cojones to actually go and see John Newton for herself. Something that would have been very easy for her to do THREE times this past year. What's that about? Why hasn't she attended even one presentation to see for herself that John is authentic and has something of great value to offer her and through her the people in her life?  Share, if you had any cojones at all you would have shown Emily some respect and have answered her questions by now. Don't talk to me about snark when you so blithely pin the cult member label on anyone who happens to like Robin. Fainting goat snark is humorous, your snark is deadly serious and hurtful. Furthermore, leave my family out of this. No she'd rather very cleverly and in a seemingly down home kind of way snark about someone she has chosen not to meet in person. She'd rather cleverly and superficially diss John for his looks. She'd rather despicably call his integrity into question by using the word claims in reference to John's remote viewing training. Which BTW he talks about in his presentations.  What's also sad is Robin's response. Supposedly he loves Raunchy. But what kind of love is it that praises someone for such snarky behavior as RD exhibits here? Robin, learn to REALLY love someone rather than in a creepy cult leader kind of way. It will not only do you good, but also your loved ones. I'm sure John would instantly forgive all this, even my ineptness here. And he would laugh about it all. And he would have unconditional love for Raunchy and Robin. And Ravi too. Just as I'm sure Steve has BTW.   Anyway, Raunchy I officially DARE you to attend John's next presentation. With or without goat. And Robin I officially dare you to have a phone session with John. In the spirit of continuing to wish complete healing for you.    I dare you to answer Emily's questions. From: Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@... To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 12:02 AM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Yikes!  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Ravi Chivukula chivukula.ravi@ wrote: On Sat, Dec 8, 2012 at 5:43 PM, awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.comwrote: ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote: Apologies to Emily and anyone else who wrote a post to me yesterday or today. I participated in a John Newton workshop all day today. Excerpts from the website http://healthbeyondbelief.com/about-the-work.html John Newton is fucking delusional. In the movie The Men who Stare at Goats the military explores the potential of Military Remote Viewing and other paranormal applications for spying. On his website, Newton claims he trained and practiced Military Remote Viewing. He's definitely dreamy looking enough to have been a pick for the movie instead of George Clooney. But what I want to know is, as they attempted in the movie, can John stop a goat's heart and make it drop dead by staring at it? Here's a test of Newton's bona fides that will make him wildly famous in Fairfield. No animals will be harmed. I have friends who have a farm with fainting goats. Honest to God, if you make a sudden move toward one of these critters, it just keels over on its side and faints. If John's psychic powers are as good as he says, he should be able to stare at the goat I'm borrowing for his next seminar and make it faint. I'll post video of the event on FFLife. Learn to love this woman, Steve: It will do you good. http://img.izismile.com/img/img3/20101021/1000/fainting_goats_08.gif For those interested in watching: http://healthbeyondbelief.com/videos.html John eliminated ringing in the ears and tennis elbow in both arms. Both over the phone! -Kevin R., Montanaâ⬠Christopher G., Photographer, Vancouver, BC His work cleared crushing pain, swelling, and near zero mobility in my wrist. A life-changing experience. â⬠Christopher G., Photographer, Vancouver, BC John helped me clear the chronic pain and related anxiety in my throat. I recommend his work for anyone with emotional or physical pain. â⬠Kourtney Kardashian (quote from her website) John offers his services both in-person and long distance via telephone. Although both are equally effective, if you are in the Los Angeles
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote: EmptyB I love you but what the heck opera are you talking about? Raunchy's fainting goat opera? And what the heck does my line mean? I LOVE how it all turns out you sweetie pie old codger. God, you are older than me, right? Anyway, didn't you get my big hug? Hopefully that will bring some coziness to those last 3 seconds (-:  Translation: Share didn't like RD making a joke about bringing a fainting goat to John Newton's next seminar. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FairfieldLife/message/328773 RD: In the movie The Men who Stare at Goats the military explores the potential of Military Remote Viewing and other paranormal applications for spying. On his website, Newton claims he trained and practiced Military Remote Viewing. He's definitely dreamy looking enough to have been a pick for the movie instead of George Clooney. But what I want to know is, as they attempted in the movie, can John stop a goat's heart and make it drop dead by staring at it? Here's a test of Newton's bona fides that will make him wildly famous in Fairfield. No animals will be harmed. I have friends who have a farm with fainting goats. Honest to God, if you make a sudden move toward one of these critters, it just keels over on its side and faints. If John's psychic powers are as good as he says, he should be able to stare at the goat I'm borrowing for his next seminar and make it faint. I'll post video of the event on FFLife. From: emptybill emptybill@... To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 9:22 AM Subject: [FairfieldLife] The results of our group hug!  I figure after the pin pops off my grenade we will have about 3 seconds to go oh shit. That last impression should make quite a nice imprint. It will instantiate all the warm, loving relationships we enjoy here on FFL. Even better, that oh shit will cause us to avoid needless bickering in our next corporeal lifetime, since unlike FFL, we will see that even verbal actions have consequences. Then because we've been meditating for years, we'll be reborn in the heaven of savitarka-samadhi lovers as two-fisted soma drinkers at the banquet of the gods. But not everyone will be happy ⦠Robin will be displeased that there isn't only one god and will declare, I see the truth with my inner heart and I don't deserve this. This is definitely not the Unified Field Steve will be back on earth thinking what a bunch of fools â serves them right. Share will say, I didn't plan it to come out this way so it isn't my fault. It says that in the opera. Judy will pronounce, Is this just a drunkfest? Where's the Sturm und Drang around here? Anyway, do I have to point out again that you are completely wrong? Raving yogi will warn everyone ⦠See that Devi there? She's all mine - so fuck-off you retards. Emily will say, Where's that stage? Can't we have some opera here to go with the soma? Alex will say,This is the opera. Barry will be back on earth repeating, Dude, I told you they would all drink the kool-aid ⦠hey babe, you want a sip? Wolf Baiter will be shouting over the racket, I want that chariot they keep singing about. You know the one that circles the worlds with each lap! This is so boring. Raunchy will say, No matter what, it's still fucked up. Willy will announce to everyone, It was better in the Gupta empire `cause they knew that Shakya the Muni already had done it all and had just returned back to the mantra ⦠the Saraswati mantra. Finally, when the soma runs out, emptybill will say .. Yeah, let them eat cake. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@ wrote: So many folks here are full of angry displays that I've lost faith in humanity. Everyone here needs to recognize that none of it means anything - it will all be meaningless in a month. I think we all need a group hug. Here ... let's all gather 'round and pray for forgiveness. Let's do it now ... and the grenades on my vest are just for looks. Honest.
[FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote: yes, Emily I regret hurting your feelings. However, I don't agree that I completely dismissed and ignored you. It's possible in the deluge I missed some posts of yours and of others as well. I guess I don't understand because if someone told me I was in a cult, it wouldn't bother me. I know I'm not and they're entitled to their opinion.   Share, Emily's frustration with you isn't it isn't about labels, it's about lies and your lack of courage to have an intelligent discussion with her that would allow her an opportunity to defend herself against your allegations. From: Emily Reyn emilymae.reyn@... To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, December 8, 2012 12:57 PM Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT  Share, do you very much regret having hurt mine, given that you assigned me to a cult, refused to discuss on what basis you did this, and completely dismissed and ignored me telling you how it was making me feel?  From: Share Long sharelong60@... To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Saturday, December 8, 2012 4:40 AM Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT  Thank you Steve for all your support. Hope you and family are well and happy. I very much regret having hurt Ravi's feelings. From: seventhray1 lurkernomore20002000@... To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Friday, December 7, 2012 9:17 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT  Share, Always consider the source. As Ravi has said, much of his dysfunctionality is a matter of the public record, except for those posts (a considerable amount) he has managed to have expunged. He is on the record here, saying that he issued an ultimatum to his wife that she renounce Amma as her guru and instead accept him as her guru. So, as I've said, consider the source. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Ravi Chivukula chivukula.ravi@ wrote: Share - I have to add, your posts to this thread have hilarious in their utter clueless-ness. You are not a person who has, so far shown any awareness, sensitivity, maturity - intellectual and/or emotional, intelligence to understand the nuances of any issue to be really compassionate. There is a difference between fake niceness and genuine compassion - in the absence of above your responses to Robin's posts come across as hilarious or malicious depending on my mood. I would say you are very much like Barry except he is overtly mean and you are not. Anyway I don't know what the sound of two paranoid, delusional people conversing is - I don't think it's possible, they are too..well paranoid and alike to get along with each other. So you are better off spending your time on FFL chatting to people like LG, Xeno and others if you don't want people to pile on you. On Fri, Dec 7, 2012 at 4:34 PM, authfriend authfriend@ wrote: ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote: Judy, whatever the quality of Robin's intentions, they would have been under the influence of his self proclaimed state of mystical hallucination. Your ignoring, in relation to his intentions, that self proclamation of his Of course, I don't ignore it. You say that without having any idea of how I view this: You just made it up. Typical. I *disagree* that Robin's intentions would have been affected, made somehow negative, by his enlightenment. I see no reason why that would have been the case. You are taking delusion and hallucination too literally; those terms are only very roughly approximate, because there simply is no vocabulary to describe what happened to him. He himself has said his enlightenment was *real*, so there's obviously a paradoxical element to this that you haven't bothered to take into account. perpetuates an aspect of hallucination into the PRESENT and is not IMO helpful in the present. This is what I am addressing, the present. Yes, I know you are. Your sole interest is in finding ways to portray him negatively *in the present*, and you'll make up whatever metaphysical rules you need to in order to do that. Your perpetuate an aspect of hallucination into the PRESENT doesn't make any sense. *You* don't even know what you mean by it. You have a desperate need to make Robin a Bad Guy to justify the disgusting way you've behaved toward him. I stand by what I said. The negative intelligences that brought about Robin's enlightenment *used* his good
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, laughinggull108 no_reply@... wrote: Hearty laugh of the week Richard...thanks! Ditto on the later post continuing your fan mail. Now I understand why you look the way you do, and I'm so sorry. [My Photo] http://www.blogger.com/profile/09088143385229907012 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Richard J. Williams richard@ wrote: laughinggull108: LaughingGull will whine, Hey, I'm over here, I'm over here...jeez, what does it take to get noticed around here, huh, huh? It may take many years of posting for you to get any recognition on discussion groups like this. Until then, you'll be considered if not called, a troll, a liar, or a perv, based on your birth circumstances. So, I must have posted over 3,000 on-topic messages to alt.meditation.transcendental before I got a response. I once got stomped on by Andrew Skolnick and not a single informant came to my defense! At about the two year point of my participation I replied to a post by Barry about the 'Cathars' and Barry called me a 'prairie dog fucker' for butting in to the discussion. I guess I pressed a hot button talking trash about Rama. LoL! After about five years of posting to a.m.t., I posted a political message about John Kerry not being in Cambodia in 1968. That's when the shit hit the fan and Judy went on a years-long bat-shit crazy debate with me about the Kerry Swift-boaters. Now, thirteen yaers later, she still thinks I'm a troll and won't even speak to me anymore, which is probably a good thing- look what happened to Share. Go figure. A short selection of my fan mail from Yahoo! FFL Forum, in no particular order. YOU HYPOCRITE! Richard, you life hating fuck. You murder-supporting psychotic malignancy. Joseph Goebbels would have hired you in a second. You're a dark, malevolent, vile, propagandist for evil. Richard, if they hadn't caught the guy already, I'd think you were the BTK murderer. Get the hell out of here with your corrosive slavering for yet more suffering in the world. I mean, come on you good hearted folks here, stand up and denounce this vile presence here. He is such a disgusting creep that I openly ask for all of us to ask Rick to banish him forever. You're lying gutless supporter of child killing. You're a shitheel apologist for evil. You're a low corrupt disinformationalist. You immoral insane purveyor of establishment spin. You're a sick twister of truth into conceptual filth. Name the time and place. I'll bring 16 ounce boxing gloves, a professional boxing referee paid in full, and I'll show you a new state of consciousness.
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: New Video: Talk a Lot
On 12/08/2012 09:13 PM, raunchydog wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Bhairitu noozguru@... wrote: Here's my latest music video Talk a Lot: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPmllQDYRMI Enjoy! Yes, indeed! I thoroughly enjoyed your video, fun lighthearted music. Thank you. Loved the kick-line. The FFLife home page showing up on a computer screen, was a delightful surprise. Good attention to detail. I know it takes a lot of work editing to get your characters to move in time to the music. Good job. Your characters have a lot more detail than in previous videos. Are you using a different program to generate the animation or have you improved with practice? Thanks. I wish that the animation was as easy to do as the music. The music took one afternoon of time and the animation several days. It's same iClone 4.x that I used before but not to be confused with the videos where I used CrazyTalk Aninmator which is simpler and more cartoon like. For the kick and crowd animations since everyone was pretty much doing the same thing I made one character with the animation and then saved it as a motion file which was simply applied to the other characters. It was pushing iClone a bit to have 15 characters in the kick sequence. There are different kinds of characters though and I made as much use of the early iClone 2.0 low poly characters but there are also some of the higher poly 4.0 characters. I don't have iClone 5 yet and it would have come in useful as someone has created an animated crowd prop for that version which could have filled out the square in the background. BTW, YouTube is now begging us to use our real names! I declined. Is Google going Facebook?
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug - FFL Erwache!
http://uploads0.wikipaintings.org/images/henryk-siemiradzki/bacchanalia.\ jpg http://uploads0.wikipaintings.org/images/henryk-siemiradzki/bacchanalia\ .jpg Yeah, Raunchy. Nice painting of how it really is. BTW, that's me on the far-right side (of course) dancing, clashing the cymbals and waxing eloquent about my new book: After The Drunken Orgy Comes La Nausée by Jean-Paul Satyr --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@... wrote: Beware of group hugs. It's usually an enticement to indulge in Bacchanalian orgy. We can't have that on FFLife so, fuggedaboutit. Emptybill has been especially devious luring us into a group hug. It turns out his group hug is a terrorist plot to make us all soft and squishy before he pops a pin and blows us to smithereens just because he doesn't like bickering. Emptybill needs our help to resolve his conflict-aversion-issues for his next life-time. When we all get to heaven, we'll have a role-playing session of Mommy Daddy Fighting. It's a surefire Gestalt therapy technique I learned some years ago where Emptybill can finally learn to enjoy the repartee of dueling forces in knock-down-drag out debate. BTW Emptybill, this was a fun post. Thanks, and yes, No matter what, it's still fucked up. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@ wrote: I figure after the pin pops off my grenade we will have about 3 seconds to go oh shit. That last impression should make quite a nice imprint. It will instantiate all the warm, loving relationships we enjoy here on FFL. Even better, that oh shit will cause us to avoid needless bickering in our next corporeal lifetime, since unlike FFL, we will see that even verbal actions have consequences. Then because we've been meditating for years, we'll be reborn in the heaven of savitarka-samadhi lovers as two-fisted soma drinkers at the banquet of the gods. But not everyone will be happy Robin will be displeased that there isn't only one god and will declare, I see the truth with my inner heart and I don't deserve this. This is definitely not the Unified Field Steve will be back on earth thinking what a bunch of fools serves them right. Share will say, I didn't plan it to come out this way so it isn't my fault. It says that in the opera. Judy will pronounce, Is this just a drunkfest? Where's the Sturm und Drang around here? Anyway, do I have to point out again that you are completely wrong? Raving yogi will warn everyone See that Devi there? She's all mine - so fuck-off you retards. Emily will say, Where's that stage? Can't we have some opera here to go with the soma? Alex will say,This is the opera. Barry will be back on earth repeating, Dude, I told you they would all drink the kool-aid hey babe, you want a sip? Wolf Baiter will be shouting over the racket, I want that chariot they keep singing about. You know the one that circles the worlds with each lap! This is so boring. Raunchy will say, No matter what, it's still fucked up. Willy will announce to everyone, It was better in the Gupta empire `cause they knew that Shakya the Muni already had done it all and had just returned back to the mantra the Saraswati mantra. Finally, when the soma runs out, emptybill will say .. Yeah, let them eat cake. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@ wrote: So many folks here are full of angry displays that I've lost faith in humanity. Everyone here needs to recognize that none of it means anything - it will all be meaningless in a month. I think we all need a group hug. Here ... let's all gather 'round and pray for forgiveness. Let's do it now ... and the grenades on my vest are just for looks. Honest.
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
I am once again thinking there might be something in this Jesus thing after all. I must assume, Curtis, you do not believe that Jesus was God. Christmas therefore is not the celebration of God's birthday as a newborn infant. If I have this right--No need to respond. You certainly make me think: There's a lot to say for atheism. If only Saint Francis of Assisi were here to post a response. But he's dead too--along with the Christ guy. I didn't expect anything less (writing-wise). I like people with fierce and passionate beliefs-as long as they are intelligent. So, this makes it for me. Thanks, Curtis. You got the right perception of the way things are now--but history would refute you--but can't. Merry Christmas. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine pregnancy in a desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden age-inappropriate hot wife with him. This better be the ONLY divinely conceived baby in this house Miss Missy! My eyes drift up to my walls with pictures of Santas from 1930's magazines gaily puffing on cigarettes (damn I wish I was English and could say he was sucking on a fag) while the copy makes claims of the throat soothing virtues of Chesterfields. Throat soothing! I've got versions of them all over thanks to Ebay, as if Santa had a walk-on part on Mad Men. I've got some hand carved camels made of olive wood led by a man on a donkey who I can only assume is spending another Christmas in Guantanamo and someone else is now leading these camels laden with the concentrated sap of the poppy which I guess is the wink, wink, nudge, nudge,
[FairfieldLife] What constitutes an intelligent discussion?
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@... wrote: Share, Emily's frustration with you isn't it isn't about labels, it's about lies and your lack of courage to have an intelligent discussion with her that would allow her an opportunity to defend herself against your allegations. I would like to thank Raunchydog for this definition of what, in her opinion, constitutes an intelligent discussion. It's when someone agrees to argue with your self so that it can defend things said about its self that it doesn't agree with. In other words, intelligent discussion is All About Ego. Someone gets their button pushed by someone else on the forum. They demand satisfaction, in the form of an argument they believe they can win, and thus defend themselves against your allegations. When you come right down to it, isn't this a pretty pissy way to spend one's time? Feeling that one has to draw other people into confrontations so that you can defend that which does not even exist -- your self, and your puny attachment to what you think that self is, and how it should be perceived? My feeling is that if someone says something about me, that's pretty much their business. It does not affect me unless I allow it to. Seems to me that if you allow what people say or think about you to affect you so much that you feel a need to argue about it, that's your problem, not the problem of the people who blow you off.
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote: snip This is, in some way, hideously blasphemous but nevertheless very interesting. It didn't leave me feeling very Christmas-y though. Here, try this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3HLVzNO5mM Jauchzet, frohlocket, Bach Christmas Oratorio, BWV 248 The Amsterdam Baroque Orchestra Choir Ton Koopman (conductor) Jauchzet, frohlocket! auf, preiset die Tage, Rühmet, was heute der Höchste getan! Lasset das Zagen, verbannet die Klage, Stimmet voll Jauchzen und Fröhlichkeit an! Dienet dem Höchsten mit herrlichen Chören, Laßt uns den Namen des Herrschers verehren! Shout for joy, exult, rise up, glorify the day, praise what today the highest has done! Abandon hesitation, banish lamentation, begin to sing with rejoicing and exaltation! Serve the highest with glorious choirs, let us honour the name of our Lord!
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee In the afterlife, I'll probably have to spend eternity drinking percolator robusta, but I stopped fresh grinding my coffee. I bought a Cuisinart coffee grinder at the Home Store in FF, and it's a piece of junk that I really hate using. So, I went back to grinding the whole bag of beans at the store, with their grinder. Please forgive me.
[FairfieldLife] Re: What constitutes an intelligent discussion?
Your opinions are completely irrelevant on this topic, Barry and not any different from anything we've already heard from you a thousand times. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@ wrote: Share, Emily's frustration with you isn't it isn't about labels, it's about lies and your lack of courage to have an intelligent discussion with her that would allow her an opportunity to defend herself against your allegations. I would like to thank Raunchydog for this definition of what, in her opinion, constitutes an intelligent discussion. It's when someone agrees to argue with your self so that it can defend things said about its self that it doesn't agree with. In other words, intelligent discussion is All About Ego. Someone gets their button pushed by someone else on the forum. They demand satisfaction, in the form of an argument they believe they can win, and thus defend themselves against your allegations. When you come right down to it, isn't this a pretty pissy way to spend one's time? Feeling that one has to draw other people into confrontations so that you can defend that which does not even exist -- your self, and your puny attachment to what you think that self is, and how it should be perceived? My feeling is that if someone says something about me, that's pretty much their business. It does not affect me unless I allow it to. Seems to me that if you allow what people say or think about you to affect you so much that you feel a need to argue about it, that's your problem, not the problem of the people who blow you off.
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
Ah, authfriend, just when Curtis nails Christ you bring in the Resurrection--just like you did last time. Resurrection in this instance being metaphoric. Curtis's piece was funny--because of his religious experience of not believing in the Baby Jesus. Seems no one can kill your spirit, authfriend--gotta love that. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: snip This is, in some way, hideously blasphemous but nevertheless very interesting. It didn't leave me feeling very Christmas-y though. Here, try this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3HLVzNO5mM Jauchzet, frohlocket, Bach Christmas Oratorio, BWV 248 The Amsterdam Baroque Orchestra Choir Ton Koopman (conductor) Jauchzet, frohlocket! auf, preiset die Tage, Rühmet, was heute der Höchste getan! Lasset das Zagen, verbannet die Klage, Stimmet voll Jauchzen und Fröhlichkeit an! Dienet dem Höchsten mit herrlichen Chören, Laßt uns den Namen des Herrschers verehren! Shout for joy, exult, rise up, glorify the day, praise what today the highest has done! Abandon hesitation, banish lamentation, begin to sing with rejoicing and exaltation! Serve the highest with glorious choirs, let us honour the name of our Lord!
[FairfieldLife] Re: Yikes! Throwing down some guantlets
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote: snip Hey, what about ME? I think I was the one to start making 'fun' of John right from the get-go. Aren't I in trouble too? And Ravi called Newton fucking delusional, but he didn't get a gauntlet (or even a guantlet) thrown at him either. I think the current candidates for sucking-up-to get a free pass.
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
I'm rolling a Cuisinart burr grinder from Bed Bath and Behind that makes it all very easy. But I am no stranger to the charms of the higher end pro ground bag. If you just keep it sealed up tight you can keep the God in. I try to balance food snobbery with the pain in the ass factor too. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Alex Stanley j_alexander_stanley@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee In the afterlife, I'll probably have to spend eternity drinking percolator robusta, but I stopped fresh grinding my coffee. I bought a Cuisinart coffee grinder at the Home Store in FF, and it's a piece of junk that I really hate using. So, I went back to grinding the whole bag of beans at the store, with their grinder. Please forgive me.
[FairfieldLife] Re: The results of our group hug!
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@... wrote: snip That's a mighty impressive collection of insults, Willy. It's impressive in the sense that Judy wrote such colorful insults *and* impressive that you actually collected and posted them. Not mine. They're all (or most) from Edg.
[FairfieldLife] Re: What constitutes an intelligent discussion?
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@... wrote: snip My feeling is that if someone says something about me, Such as, The bottom line is that hardly anybody pays much attention to Barry these days except to make fun of him. Followed almost immediately by seven or eight frenzied rants from Barry about my Apocalypto comments from six years ago. that's pretty much their business. It does not affect me unless I allow it to. guffaw
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@... wrote: I am once again thinking there might be something in this Jesus thing after all. I must assume, Curtis, you do not believe that Jesus was God. I believe he was a community organizer and a hippie. He might have been met a kinder end if his century had some psycho-stabilizing drugs. For me it is a tragic tale of grandiose delusions meet the power of the state. The state won. That is if we consider any of his story more than a contrived myth collage to begin with. Christmas therefore is not the celebration of God's birthday as a newborn infant. Not for me, I consider it a delightful nostalgia-fest. If I have this right--No need to respond. I'm not sure what was in doubt. You certainly make me think: There's a lot to say for atheism. If only Saint Francis of Assisi were here to post a response. I would only engage him in a discussion of our beloved animals. I suspect we would get along famously once I introduced him to the wonders of modern deodorant. But he's dead too--along with the Christ guy. I didn't expect anything less (writing-wise). I like people with fierce and passionate beliefs-as long as they are intelligent. So, this makes it for me. Thanks, Curtis. That was nice of you Robin, thanks. You got the right perception of the way things are now--but history would refute you--but can't. Very curious. Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas to you Robin. I hope you are also enjoying all the season's nostalgia triggers too. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: snip This is, in some way, hideously blasphemous but nevertheless very interesting. It didn't leave me feeling very Christmas-y though. Here, try this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3HLVzNO5mM This refutes Curtis. There is more evidence for the truth of Christ in this than there is evidence of the falseness of Christ in Curtis's essay. Reality favours Bach--and Bach was not as funny as Curtis, but his music is so much more beautiful. Beauty wins here over writing and humour. Inspired--it's like you balanced creation with this, authfriend. Bach has the last word. Which means (for me) Christmas was once real. The tiny hands of the infant born in Bethlehem formed the stars. And Mary, I trust her--and Joe too. The painting instills belief too. It certainly was all true. Every Word of it. Jauchzet, frohlocket, Bach Christmas Oratorio, BWV 248 The Amsterdam Baroque Orchestra Choir Ton Koopman (conductor) Jauchzet, frohlocket! auf, preiset die Tage, Rühmet, was heute der Höchste getan! Lasset das Zagen, verbannet die Klage, Stimmet voll Jauchzen und Fröhlichkeit an! Dienet dem Höchsten mit herrlichen Chören, Laßt uns den Namen des Herrschers verehren! Shout for joy, exult, rise up, glorify the day, praise what today the highest has done! Abandon hesitation, banish lamentation, begin to sing with rejoicing and exaltation! Serve the highest with glorious choirs, let us honour the name of our Lord!
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@... wrote: Ah, authfriend, just when Curtis nails Christ you bring in the Resurrection--just like you did last time. Resurrection in this instance being metaphoric. Curtis's piece was funny--because of his religious experience of not believing in the Baby Jesus. Seems no one can kill your spirit, authfriend--gotta love that. Thank you, Robin. Hope that awful Nazi-sounding language Bach was burdened with didn't get in the way of your enjoyment of the piece. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: snip This is, in some way, hideously blasphemous but nevertheless very interesting. It didn't leave me feeling very Christmas-y though. Here, try this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3HLVzNO5mM Jauchzet, frohlocket, Bach Christmas Oratorio, BWV 248 The Amsterdam Baroque Orchestra Choir Ton Koopman (conductor) Jauchzet, frohlocket! auf, preiset die Tage, Rühmet, was heute der Höchste getan! Lasset das Zagen, verbannet die Klage, Stimmet voll Jauchzen und Fröhlichkeit an! Dienet dem Höchsten mit herrlichen Chören, Laßt uns den Namen des Herrschers verehren! Shout for joy, exult, rise up, glorify the day, praise what today the highest has done! Abandon hesitation, banish lamentation, begin to sing with rejoicing and exaltation! Serve the highest with glorious choirs, let us honour the name of our Lord!
[FairfieldLife] Re: New Video: Talk a Lot
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Bhairitu noozguru@... wrote: On 12/08/2012 09:13 PM, raunchydog wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Bhairitu noozguru@ wrote: Here's my latest music video Talk a Lot: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPmllQDYRMI Enjoy! Yes, indeed! I thoroughly enjoyed your video, fun lighthearted music. Thank you. Loved the kick-line. The FFLife home page showing up on a computer screen, was a delightful surprise. Good attention to detail. I know it takes a lot of work editing to get your characters to move in time to the music. Good job. Your characters have a lot more detail than in previous videos. Are you using a different program to generate the animation or have you improved with practice? Thanks. I wish that the animation was as easy to do as the music. The music took one afternoon of time and the animation several days. It's same iClone 4.x that I used before but not to be confused with the videos where I used CrazyTalk Aninmator which is simpler and more cartoon like. For the kick and crowd animations since everyone was pretty much doing the same thing I made one character with the animation and then saved it as a motion file which was simply applied to the other characters. It was pushing iClone a bit to have 15 characters in the kick sequence. There are different kinds of characters though and I made as much use of the early iClone 2.0 low poly characters but there are also some of the higher poly 4.0 characters. I don't have iClone 5 yet and it would have come in useful as someone has created an animated crowd prop for that version which could have filled out the square in the background. BTW, YouTube is now begging us to use our real names! I declined. Is Google going Facebook? Yeah, I noticed. Having personal information on Facebook is bad enough. Turn Google loose on social media and we'll soon have spybot drones no bigger than a fly buzzing uploaded personal info to Star War satellites. The Strategic Defense Initiative, is the USA's wet-dream for military superiority. Think about it. As I type these words, every bit, bundle and byte gets relayed via satellite to Google's massive data bank. Wouldn't they just love to have access to military secrets? Perhaps they already do. Sleep well tonight. If you see anything that looks like a bug, kill it. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strategic_Defense_Initiative
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: snip This is, in some way, hideously blasphemous but nevertheless very interesting. It didn't leave me feeling very Christmas-y though. Here, try this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3HLVzNO5mM This refutes Curtis. There is more evidence for the truth of Christ in this than there is evidence of the falseness of Christ in Curtis's essay. I think it supports my main point which is that there is much to enjoy in this season artistically no matter how you relate to the Jesus myth. Bach is as much testament to man's artistic genius as some supernatural agency. I just stop at at the human composer and painter with my awe and wonder. Reality favours Bach--and Bach was not as funny as Curtis, but his music is so much more beautiful. Beauty wins here over writing and humour. Inspired--it's like you balanced creation with this, authfriend. Bach has the last word. Which means (for me) Christmas was once real. The tiny hands of the infant born in Bethlehem formed the stars. And Mary, I trust her--and Joe too. The painting instills belief too. It certainly was all true. Every Word of it. Jauchzet, frohlocket, Bach Christmas Oratorio, BWV 248 The Amsterdam Baroque Orchestra Choir Ton Koopman (conductor) Jauchzet, frohlocket! auf, preiset die Tage, Rühmet, was heute der Höchste getan! Lasset das Zagen, verbannet die Klage, Stimmet voll Jauchzen und Fröhlichkeit an! Dienet dem Höchsten mit herrlichen Chören, Laßt uns den Namen des Herrschers verehren! Shout for joy, exult, rise up, glorify the day, praise what today the highest has done! Abandon hesitation, banish lamentation, begin to sing with rejoicing and exaltation! Serve the highest with glorious choirs, let us honour the name of our Lord!
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Yikes! Throwing down some guantlets
Aw, that's so real. Raunchy, Share is in too much fear me. I am a formidable woman, after all. She will never address any of my questions - she has written me off because it's less scary that way. I don't think she likes me very much. Or, maybe, her latest John Newton healing session will have done her some good and soon we will experience the benefits here on FFL, subtle as they may be. Although, given this comment about your granddaughter - judgment still reigns supreme in her being. From: raunchydog raunchy...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 9:52 AM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Yikes! Throwing down some guantlets --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@... wrote: Can't help feeling sad as I think how the people, including Juliette, in Raunchy's life will miss out on all the extra benefits because she doesn't have, psychologically speaking some of those cojones she often talks about. She doesn't have the cojones to actually go and see John Newton for herself. Something that would have been very easy for her to do THREE times this past year. What's that about? Why hasn't she attended even one presentation to see for herself that John is authentic and has something of great value to offer her and through her the people in her life?  Share, if you had any cojones at all you would have shown Emily some respect and have answered her questions by now. Don't talk to me about snark when you so blithely pin the cult member label on anyone who happens to like Robin. Fainting goat snark is humorous, your snark is deadly serious and hurtful. Furthermore, leave my family out of this. No she'd rather very cleverly and in a seemingly down home kind of way snark about someone she has chosen not to meet in person. She'd rather cleverly and superficially diss John for his looks. She'd rather despicably call his integrity into question by using the word claims in reference to John's remote viewing training. Which BTW he talks about in his presentations.  What's also sad is Robin's response. Supposedly he loves Raunchy. But what kind of love is it that praises someone for such snarky behavior as RD exhibits here? Robin, learn to REALLY love someone rather than in a creepy cult leader kind of way. It will not only do you good, but also your loved ones. I'm sure John would instantly forgive all this, even my ineptness here. And he would laugh about it all. And he would have unconditional love for Raunchy and Robin. And Ravi too. Just as I'm sure Steve has BTW.   Anyway, Raunchy I officially DARE you to attend John's next presentation. With or without goat. And Robin I officially dare you to have a phone session with John. In the spirit of continuing to wish complete healing for you.    I dare you to answer Emily's questions. From: Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@... To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 12:02 AM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Yikes!  --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, raunchydog raunchydog@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Ravi Chivukula chivukula.ravi@ wrote: On Sat, Dec 8, 2012 at 5:43 PM, awoelflebater no_re...@yahoogroups.comwrote: ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote: Apologies to Emily and anyone else who wrote a post to me yesterday or today. I participated in a John Newton workshop all day today. Excerpts from the website http://healthbeyondbelief.com/about-the-work.html John Newton is fucking delusional. In the movie The Men who Stare at Goats the military explores the potential of Military Remote Viewing and other paranormal applications for spying. On his website, Newton claims he trained and practiced Military Remote Viewing. He's definitely dreamy looking enough to have been a pick for the movie instead of George Clooney. But what I want to know is, as they attempted in the movie, can John stop a goat's heart and make it drop dead by staring at it? Here's a test of Newton's bona fides that will make him wildly famous in Fairfield. No animals will be harmed. I have friends who have a farm with fainting goats. Honest to God, if you make a sudden move toward one of these critters, it just keels over on its side and faints. If John's psychic powers are as good as he says, he should be able to stare at the goat I'm borrowing for his next seminar and make it faint. I'll post video of the event on FFLife. Learn to love this woman, Steve: It will do you good. http://img.izismile.com/img/img3/20101021/1000/fainting_goats_08.gif For those interested in watching:
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
Curtis, Welcome back dude. I don't believe I've ever read a version of Christmas the way you just presented. It certainly is unique and eclectic. JR --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine pregnancy in a desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden age-inappropriate hot wife with him. This better be the ONLY divinely conceived baby in this house Miss Missy! My eyes drift up to my walls with pictures of Santas from 1930's magazines gaily puffing on cigarettes (damn I wish I was English and could say he was sucking on a fag) while the copy makes claims of the throat soothing virtues of Chesterfields. Throat soothing! I've got versions of them all over thanks to Ebay, as if Santa had a walk-on part on Mad Men. I've got some hand carved camels made of olive wood led by a man on a donkey who I can only assume is spending another Christmas in Guantanamo and someone else is now leading these camels laden with the concentrated sap of the poppy which I guess is the wink, wink, nudge, nudge, translation for frankincense and myrrh I loves me some Christmas. It is an atheist version, but I don't let the bastard child of a rapist ghost interfere with my nostalgia wallowing. If you really listen to Christmas songs they are freak'n maudlin aren't they? That hits my blues center just fine. I'm not even a hater of the materialistic/commercial side of Christmas. I like being coerced into buying presents with money I don't have, because otherwise I wouldn't do it, and gift giving is a blast. (If you prime the pump with specific requests, the receiving
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote: Ah, authfriend, just when Curtis nails Christ you bring in the Resurrection--just like you did last time. Resurrection in this instance being metaphoric. Curtis's piece was funny--because of his religious experience of not believing in the Baby Jesus. Seems no one can kill your spirit, authfriend--gotta love that. Thank you, Robin. Hope that awful Nazi-sounding language Bach was burdened with didn't get in the way of your enjoyment of the piece. I like how you can make reverence and irony co-exist in the same post. Johann just went a little deeper than Curtis--but Curtis will never know this--and must disbelieve it. There has to be truth in something that is allowed to be this beautiful. JSB versus CDB: We keep celebrating Christmas no matter what. It's almost involuntary. Curtis's atheism can't create Chartres or Christmas Oratorio--but his (CDB's) beliefs are nevertheless very pure. Merry Christmas to you, authfriend. The universe liked your post--and its timing. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: snip This is, in some way, hideously blasphemous but nevertheless very interesting. It didn't leave me feeling very Christmas-y though. Here, try this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3HLVzNO5mM Jauchzet, frohlocket, Bach Christmas Oratorio, BWV 248 The Amsterdam Baroque Orchestra Choir Ton Koopman (conductor) Jauchzet, frohlocket! auf, preiset die Tage, Rühmet, was heute der Höchste getan! Lasset das Zagen, verbannet die Klage, Stimmet voll Jauchzen und Fröhlichkeit an! Dienet dem Höchsten mit herrlichen Chören, Laßt uns den Namen des Herrschers verehren! Shout for joy, exult, rise up, glorify the day, praise what today the highest has done! Abandon hesitation, banish lamentation, begin to sing with rejoicing and exaltation! Serve the highest with glorious choirs, let us honour the name of our Lord!
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
I keep my coffee in one of those clear plastic canisters with a rubber gasket and a wire clamping mechanism. In other news, I'm sitting here in Petra's Jeep, by the side of the road, waiting for the inflator to pump up her tire. She drove off to an appointment and didn't notice the flat until a mile from the house. So, I have the satellite radio playing the grateful dead channel, as I post to FFL on my phone. And this is after making us both a gourmet lunch. A hubby's work is never done. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... wrote: I'm rolling a Cuisinart burr grinder from Bed Bath and Behind that makes it all very easy. But I am no stranger to the charms of the higher end pro ground bag. If you just keep it sealed up tight you can keep the God in. I try to balance food snobbery with the pain in the ass factor too. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee In the afterlife, I'll probably have to spend eternity drinking percolator robusta, but I stopped fresh grinding my coffee. I bought a Cuisinart coffee grinder at the Home Store in FF, and it's a piece of junk that I really hate using. So, I went back to grinding the whole bag of beans at the store, with their grinder. Please forgive me.
[FairfieldLife] The perfect time to visit London.....
is when the British Museum is doing one of its major shows. This will be a treat. I love these people, they were us, but most likely smarter and a good deal fitter, and they lived in a young and pristine world where if you wanted something you made it yourself - no technology other than whatever you find on the ground. Their art is beautiful, the dawn of self awareness revealed in their figurines, their understanding of nature in the depiction of animals they depended on for pretty much everything. Nice if they could chisel off a cave wall from Lascaux and exhibit that too but this will very probably be satisfying enough as it is. http://www.britishmuseum.org/whats_on/exhibitions/ice_age_art.aspx From the Grauniad: When Homo sapiens hit upon the power of art A staggering collection of ice age artefacts from museums across Europe will showcase the explosion of technical and imaginative skill that experts say marked the human race's discovery of art. [Fragment of decorated reindeer metatarsal] A reindeer bone engraved with two reindeer, part of the ice age art show at the British Museum. Photograph: British Museum Rail engineer Peccadeau de l'Isle was supervising track construction outside Toulouse in 1866 when he decided to take time off to indulge his hobby, archaeology. With a crew of helpers, he began excavating below a cliff near Montastruc, where he dug up an extraordinary prehistoric sculpture http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/sculpture . It is known today as the Swimming Reindeer of Montastruc. Made from the 8in tip of a mammoth tusk, the carving, which is at least 13,000 years old, depicts two deer crossing a river. Their chins are raised and their antlers tipped back exactly as they would be when swimming. At least four different techniques were used to create this masterpiece: an axe trimmed the tusk, scrapers shaped its contours; iron oxide powder was used to polish it; and an engraving tool incised its eyes and other details. It is superbly crafted, wonderfully observed and shows that tens of thousands of years ago human beings had achieved a critical intellectual status. They had moved from making objects merely for physical use, such as stone axes, and had begun to create works that had no purpose other than to reflect the patterns and sights they were experiencing around them. Homo sapiens had discovered art. There is evidence that pigments were being used by our ancestors in Africa 150,000 years ago and that later, around 70,000 years ago, they were engraving geometric patterns on objects, says Professor Steven Mithen of Reading University. http://www.reading.ac.uk/about/people/about-mithen.aspx But it was not until modern humans reached Europe more than 40,000 years ago when there appears to have been an explosion of technical creativity that art, as we understand it today, appeared. The results were breath-taking. Indeed, I don't think they have ever been surpassed. The startling, highly advanced nature of these works can be judged this February when the British Museum opens its exhibition, Ice Age Art: Arrival of the Modern Mind http://www.britishmuseum.org/whats_on/exhibitions/ice_age_art.aspx . It will display artefacts, borrowed from museums across Europe, which were made between 13,000 and 42,000 years ago, when the last ice age took its grip of the continent, and will include the world's oldest portrait, the oldest sculpture, the oldest ceramics and one of the oldest musical instruments. There will even be a case for the world's oldest puppet. This show has been tens of thousand of years in the making and it will give visitors a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see the cream of Europe's ice age art, says exhibition organiser, Jill Cook, the British Museum's curator of European prehistory http://www.bradshawfoundation.com/sculpture/jill_cook.php . This show marks the beginning of the modern world. For the first time, humans were displaying the full imagination of modern humanity and externalising thoughts. They are making objects not just for practical value but to express ideas in a symbolic, highly skilful manner. Consider the Montastruc reindeer. The slightly smaller of the two animals has got six little nipples while the larger, behind it, has male genitalia. Both animals have antlers, however, which indicates we are dealing with reindeer, the only deer species whose females grow antlers, says Cook. Crucially, males lose theirs in December but females keep theirs. So this is not a winter scene though the female's flank, beautifully shaded by the sculptor, shows she has grown a thick coat. So winter must be close. In other words, this is an autumnal scene, a time of migration. Hence the swim across a river. It is all beautifully observed. The carving was made by a member of the Cro-Magnons, hunter-gatherer descendants of the first modern humans to occupy Europe around 45,000 years ago, and who lived there through the last ice age, which began 40,000
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, John jr_esq@... wrote: Curtis, Welcome back dude. I don't believe I've ever read a version of Christmas the way you just presented. It certainly is unique and eclectic. JR Thanks for checking it out. The perspective that Joseph might not have been thrilled when his knocked up young wife delivered the good news was lifted from a routine from the late genius comedian Sam Kinison. It all goes back to Jesus... he's got to be up in heaven freaking out at all the interpretations of the things they SAY he said. He didn't even KNOW he was the son of God. As soon as he was born, as soon as he could speak the language, his mother said, 'You're the son of God. When you were born the angels came, and the stars stood in one place, the wise men brought gifts, and the whole world's been waiting for you to come and do great things.' [As baby Jesus] 'Really? Me? Are you sure?' [Back to normal voice] Everybody but Joseph. Joseph's walking around going, [very suspicious] 'Yeah, you had better be the son of God, I'll tell you that. You had BETTER be him, little mister. And you better be the ONLY son of God.' -- Early routine from the Comedy Annex in Houston, 1979. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine pregnancy in a desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden age-inappropriate hot wife with him. This better be the ONLY divinely conceived baby in this house Miss Missy! My eyes drift up to my walls with pictures of Santas from 1930's magazines gaily puffing on
[FairfieldLife] Re: The Global Country
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Re: [FairfieldLife] And so this is Christmas
Dang Curtis, so nice of you to provide such lovely links and a recipe for holiday coffee. We have something in common - pre-ground coffee is a non-starter in my kitchen as well. Tee Hee. From: curtisdeltablues curtisdeltabl...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 8:37 AM Subject: [FairfieldLife] And so this is Christmas So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine pregnancy in a desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden age-inappropriate hot wife with him. This better be the ONLY divinely conceived baby in this house Miss Missy! My eyes drift up to my walls with pictures of Santas from 1930's magazines gaily puffing on cigarettes (damn I wish I was English and could say he was sucking on a fag) while the copy makes claims of the throat soothing virtues of Chesterfields. Throat soothing! I've got versions of them all over thanks to Ebay, as if Santa had a walk-on part on Mad Men. I've got some hand carved camels made of olive wood led by a man on a donkey who I can only assume is spending another Christmas in Guantanamo and someone else is now leading these camels laden with the concentrated sap of the poppy which I guess is the wink, wink, nudge, nudge, translation for frankincense and myrrh I loves me some Christmas. It is an atheist version, but I don't let the bastard child of a rapist ghost interfere with my nostalgia wallowing. If you really listen to Christmas songs they are freak'n maudlin aren't they? That hits my blues center just fine. I'm not even a hater of the materialistic/commercial side of Christmas. I like being coerced into buying presents with money I don't have, because otherwise I wouldn't do it, and
Re: [FairfieldLife] The results of our group hug!
Ah ha ha ha. Very excellent. So many great insults to read, so little time. I'm on the run and must escape to my next hidey hole. Ya'll have an exquisite day and I look forward to reading Edg's? list of insults tonight. From: emptybill emptyb...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 7:22 AM Subject: [FairfieldLife] The results of our group hug! I figure after the pin pops off my grenade we will have about 3 seconds to go oh shit. That last impression should make quite a nice imprint. It will instantiate all the warm, loving relationships we enjoy here on FFL. Even better, that oh shit will cause us to avoid needless bickering in our next corporeal lifetime, since unlike FFL, we will see that even verbal actions have consequences. Then because we've been meditating for years, we'll be reborn in the heaven of savitarka-samadhi lovers as two-fisted soma drinkers at the banquet of the gods. But not everyone will be happy … Robin will be displeased that there isn't only one god and will declare, I see the truth with my inner heart and I don't deserve this. This is definitely not the Unified Field Steve will be back on earth thinking what a bunch of fools – serves them right. Share will say, I didn't plan it to come out this way so it isn't my fault. It says that in the opera. Judy will pronounce, Is this just a drunkfest? Where's the Sturm und Drang around here? Anyway, do I have to point out again that you are completely wrong? Raving yogi will warn everyone … See that Devi there? She's all mine - so fuck-off you retards. Emily will say, Where's that stage? Can't we have some opera here to go with the soma? Alex will say,This is the opera. Barry will be back on earth repeating, Dude, I told you they would all drink the kool-aid … hey babe, you want a sip? Wolf Baiter will be shouting over the racket, I want that chariot they keep singing about. You know the one that circles the worlds with each lap! This is so boring. Raunchy will say, No matter what, it's still fucked up. Willy will announce to everyone, It was better in the Gupta empire `cause they knew that Shakya the Muni already had done it all and had just returned back to the mantra … the Saraswati mantra. Finally, when the soma runs out, emptybill will say .. Yeah, let them eat cake. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, emptybill emptybill@... wrote: So many folks here are full of angry displays that I've lost faith in humanity. Everyone here needs to recognize that none of it means anything - it will all be meaningless in a month. I think we all need a group hug. Here ... let's all gather 'round and pray for forgiveness. Let's do it now ... and the grenades on my vest are just for looks. Honest.
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@ wrote: snip This is, in some way, hideously blasphemous but nevertheless very interesting. It didn't leave me feeling very Christmas-y though. Here, try this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3HLVzNO5mM Jauchzet, frohlocket, Bach Christmas Oratorio, BWV 248 The Amsterdam Baroque Orchestra Choir Ton Koopman (conductor) Jauchzet, frohlocket! auf, preiset die Tage, Rühmet, was heute der Höchste getan! Lasset das Zagen, verbannet die Klage, Stimmet voll Jauchzen und Fröhlichkeit an! Dienet dem Höchsten mit herrlichen Chören, Laßt uns den Namen des Herrschers verehren! Shout for joy, exult, rise up, glorify the day, praise what today the highest has done! Abandon hesitation, banish lamentation, begin to sing with rejoicing and exaltation! Serve the highest with glorious choirs, let us honour the name of our Lord! Ah...glorious chills of Jauchzet, frohlocket reverberating in my being. Thank you, Judy.
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: New Video: Talk a Lot
On 12/09/2012 10:47 AM, raunchydog wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Bhairitu noozguru@... wrote: On 12/08/2012 09:13 PM, raunchydog wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Bhairitu noozguru@ wrote: Here's my latest music video Talk a Lot: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPmllQDYRMI Enjoy! Yes, indeed! I thoroughly enjoyed your video, fun lighthearted music. Thank you. Loved the kick-line. The FFLife home page showing up on a computer screen, was a delightful surprise. Good attention to detail. I know it takes a lot of work editing to get your characters to move in time to the music. Good job. Your characters have a lot more detail than in previous videos. Are you using a different program to generate the animation or have you improved with practice? Thanks. I wish that the animation was as easy to do as the music. The music took one afternoon of time and the animation several days. It's same iClone 4.x that I used before but not to be confused with the videos where I used CrazyTalk Aninmator which is simpler and more cartoon like. For the kick and crowd animations since everyone was pretty much doing the same thing I made one character with the animation and then saved it as a motion file which was simply applied to the other characters. It was pushing iClone a bit to have 15 characters in the kick sequence. There are different kinds of characters though and I made as much use of the early iClone 2.0 low poly characters but there are also some of the higher poly 4.0 characters. I don't have iClone 5 yet and it would have come in useful as someone has created an animated crowd prop for that version which could have filled out the square in the background. BTW, YouTube is now begging us to use our real names! I declined. Is Google going Facebook? Yeah, I noticed. Having personal information on Facebook is bad enough. Turn Google loose on social media and we'll soon have spybot drones no bigger than a fly buzzing uploaded personal info to Star War satellites. The Strategic Defense Initiative, is the USA's wet-dream for military superiority. Think about it. As I type these words, every bit, bundle and byte gets relayed via satellite to Google's massive data bank. Wouldn't they just love to have access to military secrets? Perhaps they already do. Sleep well tonight. If you see anything that looks like a bug, kill it. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strategic_Defense_Initiative Have we been invaded by aliens who want to know everything we do or are these companies run by lame kids who think it is cool to know what everyone is doing? I'm boring to most people so why would they find what I do interesting? Plus I just came back from the farmer's market and stopped off a Walgreens who now has a rewards card. The nearby supermarket just added a rewards card. Only Lucky's doesn't have a card though they used to. It doesn't do marketing or their sales staff any good if every store has a card because they are only getting partial profiles. I shop to weird for my information to be useful for them. Google's opt out has an option for performer anyway and Captain Bebops is a stage name.
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
If I may be so bold to ask, why do you say Maharishi despised Christianity? I have never heard that. From: curtisdeltablues curtisdeltabl...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 12:02 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas Much appreciated. Merry Krishnaamas back atchya. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, laughinggull108 no_reply@... wrote: Curtis, if this was your one and only post to FFL, it would be enough, it would be enough...you got the gift man! Happy holidays! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her pretends to believe her whopper of a tale of her divine pregnancy in a desperate bid to keep his first century Courtney Stodden age-inappropriate hot wife with him. This better be the ONLY divinely conceived baby in this house Miss Missy! My eyes drift up to my walls with pictures of Santas from 1930's magazines gaily puffing on cigarettes (damn I wish I was English and could say he was sucking on a fag) while the copy makes claims of the throat soothing virtues of Chesterfields. Throat soothing! I've got versions of them all over thanks to Ebay, as if Santa had a walk-on part on Mad Men. I've got some hand carved camels made of olive wood led by a man on a donkey who I can only assume is spending another Christmas in Guantanamo and someone else is now leading these camels laden with the concentrated sap of the poppy which I guess is the wink, wink, nudge, nudge, translation for frankincense and myrrh I loves me some Christmas. It is an atheist
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: New Video: Talk a Lot
On 12/09/2012 08:17 AM, turquoiseb wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, laughinggull108 no_reply@... wrote: Excellent bhairitu! I'm amazed by how you got the actual FFL message list to scroll on the computer, and I appreciate your nod to Barry and Buddha, and to Rick and Alex at the end. I even think I recognize RD in there somewhere. Also, I get the message (or I think I do). I gotta go back to see if I can discover anything else. Thanks for sharing your creativity. Indeed. I'm still having technical glitches with Flash, so can't watch all of it without it crashing on me, but that's a problem with my machine, not your video. What I saw was very creative indeed. Great work! Thanks. YouTube recodes all the video uploaded anyway and they recode separate files for each resolution. This time the 1080p file I uploaded was 52 MB and their recoded 1080p file is 74 MB. While uploaded they put up a banner to click for tips on uploading your QuickTime video. I clicked on it and the stuff was rather basic but apparently the kids think that you can only encode MP4 videos with QuickTime even though many other video editing programs including Linux ones have had MP4 (h264) for years. My bet is a team there tweaked the open source x264 for their encoder. At some point when HTML5 becomes more ubiquitous and they have their Webm codec better optimized Flash will go away.
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Yikes! Throwing down some guantlets
On Sun, Dec 9, 2012 at 10:17 AM, authfriend authfri...@yahoo.com wrote: ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote: snip Hey, what about ME? I think I was the one to start making 'fun' of John right from the get-go. Aren't I in trouble too? And Ravi called Newton fucking delusional, but he didn't get a gauntlet (or even a guantlet) thrown at him either. I think Share secretly knows that after a couple of hours of my humiliation therapy sessions John Newton will resolve to be authentic and earn an honest, decent living by relocating to Los Angeles for a career in the Film Industry and people like her will have no one that will soothe them. I think the current candidates for sucking-up-to get a free pass.
[FairfieldLife] Re: What constitutes an intelligent discussion?
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, authfriend authfriend@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb no_reply@ wrote: snip My feeling is that if someone says something about me, Such as, The bottom line is that hardly anybody pays much attention to Barry these days except to make fun of him. Followed almost immediately by seven or eight frenzied rants from Barry about my Apocalypto comments from six years ago. Kinda weird that he'd take you to task for commenting about a movie you haven't seen when he frequently comments about a forum he hasn't read.
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Yikes! Throwing down some guantlets
On Sun, Dec 9, 2012 at 12:35 PM, Ravi Chivukula chivukula.r...@gmail.comwrote: On Sun, Dec 9, 2012 at 10:17 AM, authfriend authfri...@yahoo.com wrote: ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, awoelflebater no_reply@... wrote: snip Hey, what about ME? I think I was the one to start making 'fun' of John right from the get-go. Aren't I in trouble too? And Ravi called Newton fucking delusional, but he didn't get a gauntlet (or even a guantlet) thrown at him either. I think Share secretly knows that after a couple of hours of my humiliation therapy sessions John Newton will resolve to be authentic and earn an honest, decent living by relocating to Los Angeles for a career in the Film Industry and people like her will have no one that will soothe them. And when John Newton inevitably becomes the next star I will become popular in Hollywood and my fantasies of having a hot actress girlfriend will be completed and I can then retire peacefully in Malibu. I think the current candidates for sucking-up-to get a free pass.
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson mjackson74@... wrote: If I may be so bold to ask, why do you say Maharishi despised Christianity? I have never heard that. I got the impression from a few sources. One was when they asked Maharishi on one of the early courses if they could put up Christmas decorations and he replied we don't celebrate those pagan holidays. I was close to one of the M initiators who was very involved with the Christian Monks. Maharishi made it clear to him how he felt. It became an issue when I was a student there that we were holding monastic prayer services. The world from Switzerland was knock it off. For all the lip-service about supporting religions, no insider could ever maintain their going to religious services and being on the fast track with Maharishi's organization. You might have witnessed that yourself. Maharishi was not shy about expressing its inferiority to Hinduism in how much natural law it expressed. He was a triumphalist Hindu. From: curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 12:02 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas  Much appreciated. Merry Krishnaamas back atchya. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, laughinggull108 no_reply@ wrote: Curtis, if this was your one and only post to FFL, it would be enough, it would be enough...you got the gift man! Happy holidays! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of George Clinton's Parliament- Funkadelic. There are oxen and sheep and an adoring Mary, looking herself a bit sheepish, as Joseph beside her pretends to believe
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
Most definitely, this is true--not just objectively, either. He has a terrific secret animus against Christ and Christianity--I noticed this in all the hours I studied him live and in every video, every audio tape. *And he communicated this contempt to his teachers*--each and every one--even without them knowing it. No, Curtis read him perfectly here. He conveyed a sense of the inferiority of Christianity to Hinduism--and it was impossible not to catch this and appropriate it for oneself--as a TM teacher. It still persists probably in almost every initiator and ex-initiator. But Maharishi's hatred--it was deeper than Curtis's--who at least feels he is detached in the perfection of his religious belief: *There is no God*. With Maharishi, that antipathy went down as deep as the Crucifixion itself. This is the unmistakable impression I got from tracking Maharishi very closely on this matter, Michael. He even reacted to all the teachers singing Silent Night to him one Christmas. Robin --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson mjackson74@... wrote: If I may be so bold to ask, why do you say Maharishi despised Christianity? I have never heard that. From: curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 12:02 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas  Much appreciated. Merry Krishnaamas back atchya. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, laughinggull108 no_reply@ wrote: Curtis, if this was your one and only post to FFL, it would be enough, it would be enough...you got the gift man! Happy holidays! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it was my Christmas miracle. I thanked him, and he floated off in a shower of Jai Guru Devs. Back to my nativity. The figures are some kind of plaster and my Dad repainted them in garish Homer Simpson style, no doubt accompanied by more than a bit of Dewar's Scotch, so that the wise men look like members of
[FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT
Ravi replied to me that he was still revving up - which I was OK with. The fellow is an alarm clock to wake up dreamers, and though I followed a teacher who was not in favor of alarm clocks, to each his own. Whether I agree with everything he says, or not, he is authentic and owns his own stuff, which about the best I can say of anybody, even if I find their behavior offensive sometimes. As for being on anyone's friend or enemy list, they can put me there, and there is not a damned thing I can do about it, or would care to. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, seventhray1 lurkernomore20002000@... wrote: Share, I suppose it is a matter of hurting his feelings. But really this is just his M O 90% of time. Demeaning and insulting is what he does. It is how he interacts. He will sometimes defend those people he likes, but mostly he just insults and demeans the people he doesn't like. And it doesn't take much to go from one to the other. And that is why I am so perplexed how someone would ascribe loyalty as one of his traits. I mean DD came dangerous close to go from Ravi's friend list to his enemy's list with a comment he made. If DD had come up with an unfavorable follow up comment, then we likely would have seen the famous Ravi switch. BTW, I'll post DD's comment here, since I felt it was so appropiate. DD Ravi:The grinding sound is because you are stuck in first gear. Push in the clutch and shift into second, then third, etc. It was a good comment. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote: Thank you Steve for all your support. Hope you and family are well and happy. I very much regret having hurt Ravi's feelings. From: seventhray1 lurkernomore20002000@ To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Friday, December 7, 2012 9:17 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT  Share, Always consider the source. As Ravi has said, much of his dysfunctionality is a matter of the public record, except for those posts (a considerable amount) he has managed to have expunged. He is on the record here, saying that he issued an ultimatum to his wife that she renounce Amma as her guru and instead accept him as her guru. So, as I've said, consider the source. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Ravi Chivukula chivukula.ravi@ wrote: Share - I have to add, your posts to this thread have hilarious in their utter clueless-ness. You are not a person who has, so far shown any awareness, sensitivity, maturity - intellectual and/or emotional, intelligence to understand the nuances of any issue to be really compassionate. There is a difference between fake niceness and genuine compassion - in the absence of above your responses to Robin's posts come across as hilarious or malicious depending on my mood. I would say you are very much like Barry except he is overtly mean and you are not. Anyway I don't know what the sound of two paranoid, delusional people conversing is - I don't think it's possible, they are too..well paranoid and alike to get along with each other. So you are better off spending your time on FFL chatting to people like LG, Xeno and others if you don't want people to pile on you. On Fri, Dec 7, 2012 at 4:34 PM, authfriend authfriend@ wrote: ** --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Share Long sharelong60@ wrote: Judy, whatever the quality of Robin's intentions, they would have been under the influence of his self proclaimed state of mystical hallucination. Your ignoring, in relation to his intentions, that self proclamation of his Of course, I don't ignore it. You say that without having any idea of how I view this: You just made it up. Typical. I *disagree* that Robin's intentions would have been affected, made somehow negative, by his enlightenment. I see no reason why that would have been the case. You are taking delusion and hallucination too literally; those terms are only very roughly approximate, because there simply is no vocabulary to describe what happened to him. He himself has said his enlightenment was *real*, so there's obviously a paradoxical element to this that you haven't bothered to take into account. perpetuates an aspect of hallucination into the PRESENT and is not IMO helpful in the present. This is what I am addressing, the present. Yes, I know you are. Your sole interest is in finding ways to portray him negatively *in the present*, and you'll make up whatever metaphysical rules you need to in order to do that. Your perpetuate an aspect of hallucination into the PRESENT doesn't make any sense. *You* don't even know what you mean by it. You have a
[FairfieldLife] Re: What constitutes an intelligent discussion?
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Alex Stanley j_alexander_stanley@... wrote: Kinda weird that he'd take you to task for commenting about a movie you haven't seen when he frequently comments about a forum he hasn't read. Good line. :-) In response I would just say that sometimes after watching the trailers (in Message View) you know the movie isn't worth watching. :
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
Good for him! There is not a religion more disgusting in the way it has been endlessly used to conquer and kill indigenous tribes, plunder and rape other civilizations, and continues to this day as convenient cover for pedophiles and war mongers. Religion in general is a bad idea, and f*cking Christianity takes the cake. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson mjackson74@ wrote: If I may be so bold to ask, why do you say Maharishi despised Christianity? I have never heard that. I got the impression from a few sources. One was when they asked Maharishi on one of the early courses if they could put up Christmas decorations and he replied we don't celebrate those pagan holidays. I was close to one of the M initiators who was very involved with the Christian Monks. Maharishi made it clear to him how he felt. It became an issue when I was a student there that we were holding monastic prayer services. The world from Switzerland was knock it off. For all the lip-service about supporting religions, no insider could ever maintain their going to religious services and being on the fast track with Maharishi's organization. You might have witnessed that yourself. Maharishi was not shy about expressing its inferiority to Hinduism in how much natural law it expressed. He was a triumphalist Hindu. From: curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 12:02 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas  Much appreciated. Merry Krishnaamas back atchya. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, laughinggull108 no_reply@ wrote: Curtis, if this was your one and only post to FFL, it would be enough, it would be enough...you got the gift man! Happy holidays! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who can only manage a few notes of the melody at a time before his mental ship sails away for a few moments. The song is doubly sentimental for me because as a ploy to get some Maharishi darshon when he visited MIU my first Winter in '75, I put together a group to sing him the song in German. (It is surprisingly not at all Nazi sounding and is beautiful in that language, check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUb8ySdERKs ) It actually worked to flush out the old guru, and it was the longest time I had spent standing next to him at that time. He kept us waiting for hours till the early morning, but he was really gracious about it all, despite the fact that he despised Christianity and looked so tired I thought he was going to fall over. After we were done he asked for Age of Enlightenment songs. Emily Levin banged out one of her saccharine ditties. Before he went back upstairs where he was saving the world and all (banging groupies) he took a moment to look me in the eye. It was a nice steady benevolent look, not exactly kind, a bit curious, non committal but prolonged. For a guy as besotted as I was for the dhotied one at the time, (or my imagination of him) it
[FairfieldLife] Re: The perfect time to visit London.....
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, salyavin808 fintlewoodlewix@... wrote: is when the British Museum is doing one of its major shows. This will be a treat. I love these people, they were us, but most likely smarter and a good deal fitter, and they lived in a young and pristine world where if you wanted something you made it yourself - no technology other than whatever you find on the ground. Their art is beautiful, the dawn of self awareness revealed in their figurines, their understanding of nature in the depiction of animals they depended on for pretty much everything. Nice if they could chisel off a cave wall from Lascaux and exhibit that too but this will very probably be satisfying enough as it is. http://www.britishmuseum.org/whats_on/exhibitions/ice_age_art.aspx From the Grauniad: Righto, salyavin. I've visited London on four occasions during Christmas. It's an excellent time of year for package deals on flights and hotel rates and it's never that cold or snowy. I always hit Leicester Square in the morning for evening theater tickets and tour during the day. I pack in as many shows as I possibly can during my stay. The theater district is *fabulous*! On your recommendation, I'll be sure to visit the British Museum next time round, I'm hoping next year. Love the tube, it's convenient and easy to figure out where you're going. I have a tea tin from Harrods and a tea cup imprinted with a map of the tube and a caution to Mind the Gap. These two quintessential British items always remind me as I'm drinking tea, that I must one day return to London. My last visit, I had an excellent map and decided to try my luck on the buses. I saw a lot more of London traveling above ground and I'm glad I gave it a go. Love London. When Homo sapiens hit upon the power of art A staggering collection of ice age artefacts from museums across Europe will showcase the explosion of technical and imaginative skill that experts say marked the human race's discovery of art. [Fragment of decorated reindeer metatarsal] A reindeer bone engraved with two reindeer, part of the ice age art show at the British Museum. Photograph: British Museum Rail engineer Peccadeau de l'Isle was supervising track construction outside Toulouse in 1866 when he decided to take time off to indulge his hobby, archaeology. With a crew of helpers, he began excavating below a cliff near Montastruc, where he dug up an extraordinary prehistoric sculpture http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/sculpture . It is known today as the Swimming Reindeer of Montastruc. Made from the 8in tip of a mammoth tusk, the carving, which is at least 13,000 years old, depicts two deer crossing a river. Their chins are raised and their antlers tipped back exactly as they would be when swimming. At least four different techniques were used to create this masterpiece: an axe trimmed the tusk, scrapers shaped its contours; iron oxide powder was used to polish it; and an engraving tool incised its eyes and other details. It is superbly crafted, wonderfully observed and shows that tens of thousands of years ago human beings had achieved a critical intellectual status. They had moved from making objects merely for physical use, such as stone axes, and had begun to create works that had no purpose other than to reflect the patterns and sights they were experiencing around them. Homo sapiens had discovered art. There is evidence that pigments were being used by our ancestors in Africa 150,000 years ago and that later, around 70,000 years ago, they were engraving geometric patterns on objects, says Professor Steven Mithen of Reading University. http://www.reading.ac.uk/about/people/about-mithen.aspx But it was not until modern humans reached Europe more than 40,000 years ago when there appears to have been an explosion of technical creativity that art, as we understand it today, appeared. The results were breath-taking. Indeed, I don't think they have ever been surpassed. The startling, highly advanced nature of these works can be judged this February when the British Museum opens its exhibition, Ice Age Art: Arrival of the Modern Mind http://www.britishmuseum.org/whats_on/exhibitions/ice_age_art.aspx . It will display artefacts, borrowed from museums across Europe, which were made between 13,000 and 42,000 years ago, when the last ice age took its grip of the continent, and will include the world's oldest portrait, the oldest sculpture, the oldest ceramics and one of the oldest musical instruments. There will even be a case for the world's oldest puppet. This show has been tens of thousand of years in the making and it will give visitors a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see the cream of Europe's ice age art, says exhibition organiser, Jill Cook, the British Museum's curator of European prehistory http://www.bradshawfoundation.com/sculpture/jill_cook.php . This show marks
[FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Alex Stanley j_alexander_stanley@... wrote: I keep my coffee in one of those clear plastic canisters with a rubber gasket and a wire clamping mechanism. In other news, I'm sitting here in Petra's Jeep, by the side of the road, waiting for the inflator to pump up her tire. She drove off to an appointment and didn't notice the flat until a mile from the house. So, I have the satellite radio playing the grateful dead channel, as I post to FFL on my phone. And this is after making us both a gourmet lunch. A hubby's work is never done. Have a relaxing day, Alex. http://youtu.be/OOeB80DePn0 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: I'm rolling a Cuisinart burr grinder from Bed Bath and Behind that makes it all very easy. But I am no stranger to the charms of the higher end pro ground bag. If you just keep it sealed up tight you can keep the God in. I try to balance food snobbery with the pain in the ass factor too. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee In the afterlife, I'll probably have to spend eternity drinking percolator robusta, but I stopped fresh grinding my coffee. I bought a Cuisinart coffee grinder at the Home Store in FF, and it's a piece of junk that I really hate using. So, I went back to grinding the whole bag of beans at the store, with their grinder. Please forgive me.
[FairfieldLife] Re: A Second Open Letter to Bill Howell, author of CULT
Dear Feste, I sense the genuineness of feeling here, feste--and the intelligence of your intention. Once someone appears to be having a different *perception* of one (from what was seemingly definitive in terms of what went before), there is always some confusion and momentary disorientation. This precipitate change in your approach to me--and judgment of me--startled me, and of course (as you can imagine) disappointed me. But it seemed so real in its forcefulness that I never contemplated a return to that previous perception--which is what appears has happened here. Also all the thoughtfulness and discernment of your true sensibilities comes through--so that is significant: If I find all of you in a post, it probably means I am getting the truth--I mean about you.) I felt deprived of the whole feste when you were dishing me. It was just a deep mystery; but I reconciled myself to this fate. Now, I feel we are on ground where we could discuss our differences--and enjoy the friendly intelligence which I believe was the context of our previous correspondence (on FFL). The question you pose about Wordsworth is very deep, and I have a rather complex response. I think this warrants a separate post. And I would like to take it as a challenge that will be worthwhile for me to face. So I won't give away anything yet. ;-) But the issue fascinates me. Hopkins' anti-oneness versus Wordsworth's (like Emerson, Thoreau and the Transcendentalists) Intimations of Self Immortality. It is a pleasure for me to return to the quality of mind that first made itself known to me in our exchange about the marriage of East and West--which I felt had been consummated in you--and no one else that I had encountered. That nonplussed me--but in just the right way. The high of having one's Negative Capability tested. Again, I thank you for your mercy and fairness, feste. And I look forward to taking the second part of your post and trying to answer this very important question: Does this mean that Wordsworth was suffering from a 'mystical hallucination' when he wrote [those lines] in the Prelude? Thanks again for fighting through the complexity. I don't think you are wrong about me. Robin After I read CULT I was a little pissed off for a variety of reasons, and I think I made 2 or at most 3 posts that contained something negative about you. I now think those posts were uncharitable and did not take the full context into account. I withdraw the sentiments expressed in those posts because they were mean-spirited and not relevant to the present situation. Yes, I do remember our first exchange, and this East-West reconciliation thing is something I think about most days of my life. Any normal person would surely agree with Hopkins' statement: We say that any two things however unlike are in something alike. This is the one exception: when I compare myself, my being-myself, with anything else whatever, all things alike, all in the same degree rebuff me with blank unlikeness. But does this mean that Wordsworth was suffering from a mystical hallucination when he wrote the following in the Prelude? I was only then Contented when with bliss ineffable I felt the sentiment of Being spread O'er all that moves, and all that seemeth still, O'er all, that, lost beyond the reach of thought And human knowledge, to the human eye Invisible, yet liveth to the heart, O'er all that leaps, and runs, and shouts, and sings, Or beats the gladsome air, o'er all that glides Beneath the wave, yea, in the wave itself And mighty depth of waters. Wonder not If such my transports were; for in all things I saw one life, and felt that it was joy. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@... wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, feste37 feste37@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, salyavin808 fintlewoodlewix@ wrote: --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Robin Carlsen maskedzebra@ wrote: And here is the formal ending of our correspondence: From: Blue Caboose Sent: Tuesday, September 18, 2012 3:56 PM Subject: what I wish to tell you now Dear Share, I wish only for you to know that after everything we have said to each other that I respect you and love you and want you to be happy and to know whatever truth God would have you know and understand. I only want you to go to heaven, whatever that may be, Share. I have played and teased and challenged and danced and argued with you; but now it is at an end, and I must be quiet and accept the will of reality in all things. For us, Share, I believe that means that I must leave you to your life and your very earnest and sacrificial strivings. Please believe me when I tell you that I want only your happiness, and in my own way I shall pray for this. It has been a privilege of a kind to carry on our conversations all these months, but now, in the writing of this letter, I just want to express
[FairfieldLife] Re: Heaven on Earth
With reference to CULTURE, Heaven on Earth will be characterized by cultural integrity in which every nation will blossom in the richness of its natural cultural dignity. Life will be lived spontaneously in accord with the natural law of the land. No culture will overshadow any other culture. The whole world family will be a beautiful mosaic of different cultures. With the full blossoming of culture on earth, civilization will be perfect. Heaven on Earth will be characterized by a perfect civilization. With Heaven on Earth, every nation will spontaneously radiate a nourishing influence to neighboring nations, and the whole family of nations will naturally enjoy harmony and real freedom. With Heaven on Earth, INVINCIBILITY will be the national characteristic of every nation, victory before war will be enjoyed by every nation. With reference to DEFENSE, Heaven on Earth will be characterized by victory before war -in the lack of the need to prepare for defense- because everything and everyone will be on the path of evolution, and as a result, coherence in every country will be so strong that invincibility will be a natural feature of national life. No negativity will arise and no enemy will be born for any nation. Heaven on Earth on the COLLECTIVE level will be characterized by indomitable positivity, harmony, and peace on all levels of collective life -family, community, nation, and the world. Heaven on Earth will also be characterized by perfection in all areas of the life of the individual and society. Heaven on Earth on the INDIVIDUAL level will be characterized by perfect health, long life in bliss, the ability to effortlessly fulfill one's desires, and live always in a beautiful, ever fresh, and nourishing environment. Considering all the innumerable values of life and living, Heaven on Earth will be characterized by all good everywhere and non-good nowhere beautiful sunshine of the Age of Enlightenment for everyone always and everywhere. With reference to LIVING, Heaven on Earth will be characterized by self-sufficiency in the ability to know anything, do anything, and accomplish anything. With reference to LIFE, Heaven on Earth is characterized by perfection, complete balance and integration. Fulfillment will prevail on all levels of life and living -spiritual, intellectual, physical, material, environment, and cosmic. Heaven on Earth may be defined as the supreme quality of life everywhere in this beautiful world when weakness and suffering is not found anywhere, and everyone in the world enjoys real freedom in bliss and fulfillment. This Heaven on Earth is now going to be real for everyone and every nation. Heaven on Earth has been the most laudable aspiration of the wise throughout the ages. Creation of Heaven on Earth is the most desirable project in the entire history of the human race. Everyone can now enjoy Heaven on Earth through perfect alliance with Natural Law, through the enlivenment of the total potential of Natural Law in one's own consciousness.
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
Thanks to both Curtis and Robin for giving these answers - this is just something I had never heard and i appreciate knowing this - I was never a TM teacher, just one of the many RU's who meditated twice a day - it does not surprise me in a way, and in another way it does surprise me. I just wish all the folks who are listening to David Lynch's PR these days were aware of this - it might put a chill on his effort to re-brand TM back to the pre-sidhi days. On another note, I really appreciate everyone here who has shared their experiences with and about Maharishi and the Movement. The time I have spent here has been very transformative for me. I had pretty much put my years and experiences of TM on the back burner till I recently re-connected with someone who was on MIU staff same time I was. He remained after I left and had some real wowzer experiences both positive and negative, some of which almost killed him, but that was in part due to some unethical treatments he received at the hands of someone who was also on staff in charge of a certain part of MIU ayurveda program. He was also at MIU when Mark Totten committed suicide and had a few things to say about the crummy response the MIU leaders had to his death. Listening to his recounting of the events brought up a bunch of stuff that made me look back and to seek some clarification of some things I had not thought about for years with regards to events, experiences and my beliefs about Maharishi and the Movement, as I still call it. I obviously have not agreed with everyone who posts here but I do appreciate hearing about direct experiences regarding TM, whether they tie into my viewpoint or not. I really really appreciate everyone's expressing themselves. This FFL has been a very transformative experience for me as I said. It is so interesting to see that some believe that the TMO is doing good work and that Maharishi was an enlightened man who always did good, while others like myself feel he was a damned old fraud all the way. The most interesting viewpoints I have seen are those who remember and appreciate a lot of good stuff they experienced with Maharishi yet feel he was a con artist to some extent. Personally I would not be surprised if he is remembered as the most successful con artist in the 20th Century. But anyhow, I appreciate everyone for expressing their feelings and points of view and however inadvertently, contributing to my transformation. For whatever it is worth, nor not worth, I did not really believe any of the allegations that Maharishi had ever had sex with women when I started reading and posting on FFL - I have now become convinced that he did - so as a few folks here say Go figure! From: Robin Carlsen maskedze...@yahoo.com To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 3:49 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas Most definitely, this is true--not just objectively, either. He has a terrific secret animus against Christ and Christianity--I noticed this in all the hours I studied him live and in every video, every audio tape. *And he communicated this contempt to his teachers*--each and every one--even without them knowing it. No, Curtis read him perfectly here. He conveyed a sense of the inferiority of Christianity to Hinduism--and it was impossible not to catch this and appropriate it for oneself--as a TM teacher. It still persists probably in almost every initiator and ex-initiator. But Maharishi's hatred--it was deeper than Curtis's--who at least feels he is detached in the perfection of his religious belief: *There is no God*. With Maharishi, that antipathy went down as deep as the Crucifixion itself. This is the unmistakable impression I got from tracking Maharishi very closely on this matter, Michael. He even reacted to all the teachers singing Silent Night to him one Christmas. Robin --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson mjackson74@... wrote: If I may be so bold to ask, why do you say Maharishi despised Christianity? I have never heard that. From: curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 12:02 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas  Much appreciated. Merry Krishnaamas back atchya. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, laughinggull108 no_reply@ wrote: Curtis, if this was your one and only post to FFL, it would be enough, it would be enough...you got the gift man! Happy holidays! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas
Well I think MMY's behavior is a little strange. Most of the Hindus I know, including myself naturally respect Jesus and Christianity since it is part of the Hindu conditioning of to each his own. However I can identify with what Curtis crudely states as Hindu triumphalism. It's natural that the Hindu thought or the ancient Indian wisdom's insistence on the purity, dignity, freedom of each individual's inner journey being superior to Christian fascination on a life-abnegating, poverty worshipping messiah from the dark ages which is no different from the Guru worship. In this case Maharishi was a big fucking hypocrite. I also don't agree with Curtis when he states that Jesus should have been medicated. Grandiosity and delusional behavior are a natural side effect of the highly intense, impersonal mystical energy. Jesus was just not sophisticated or intelligent enough to see it and he didn't have to - this was 2000 years back. If I was around Jesus I would have asked him to stop making a fool of himself, stop insulting my individual freedom and dignity by his insistence on suffering for my sins. I would have given him some decent clothes, some money and asked him to get a girlfriend and a job. But of course it's not a fair comparison since Jesus was the right answer for people 2000 years back since the culture was crude, uneducated and unsophisticated. So any criticism of Jesus has to consider the context he was in and the people, culture he was in. It's disgusting when the same mindset continues in the fascination for charlatans like Ammachi. On Sun, Dec 9, 2012 at 12:49 PM, Robin Carlsen maskedze...@yahoo.comwrote: ** Most definitely, this is true--not just objectively, either. He has a terrific secret animus against Christ and Christianity--I noticed this in all the hours I studied him live and in every video, every audio tape. *And he communicated this contempt to his teachers*--each and every one--even without them knowing it. No, Curtis read him perfectly here. He conveyed a sense of the inferiority of Christianity to Hinduism--and it was impossible not to catch this and appropriate it for oneself--as a TM teacher. It still persists probably in almost every initiator and ex-initiator. But Maharishi's hatred--it was deeper than Curtis's--who at least feels he is detached in the perfection of his religious belief: *There is no God*. With Maharishi, that antipathy went down as deep as the Crucifixion itself. This is the unmistakable impression I got from tracking Maharishi very closely on this matter, Michael. He even reacted to all the teachers singing Silent Night to him one Christmas. Robin --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Michael Jackson mjackson74@... wrote: If I may be so bold to ask, why do you say Maharishi despised Christianity? I have never heard that. From: curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@... To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Sunday, December 9, 2012 12:02 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: And so this is Christmas  Much appreciated. Merry Krishnaamas back atchya. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, laughinggull108 no_reply@ wrote: Curtis, if this was your one and only post to FFL, it would be enough, it would be enough...you got the gift man! Happy holidays! --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, curtisdeltablues curtisdeltablues@ wrote: So you take your fresh ground coffee (preferably dark roast Sumatran) and you brew it however you do, (I use one of those Bailetti Italian numbers you see on the stove in every Sofia Loren movie) and then the magic begins. Having tasted versions of Christmas blends through the years, I always thought I could do better, but until this morning never took the trouble. I resisted the temptation to drop in a soft peppermint (tomorrow I'm gunna) and went right for the high grade dark coco powder, a sprinkle of cinnamon, sugar, and some ginger and milk. Christmas blend perfection. I'm sure any version that includes cloves would be great too. But it is the overly strong cloves that I object to in the commercial mixes, aside from the fact that any pre-ground coffee is a non starter in my kitchen. (Coffee oils are where God lives, and God evaporates really quickly.) Speaking of God in his various human imagined personas, I am sipping my yuletide brew while gazing on a nativity baby as pump as the churro stuffed Honduran neighbor's kids who stomp up and down the stairs in their princess dresses, but sound more like the prince's horse. (Type 2 diabetes coming right up.) It is the nativity set from my youth rescued from my Dad's house's attic as we emptied it out. It has a tiny wind-up music box that tinkles out Silent Night, but slowed down by decades of mouse droppings no doubt. It plays the song absentmindedly now in stops and starts, like an old man slumped over the piano in the Alzheimers unit who
