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I feel no discomfort Stevie, certainly not the degree of chagrin and mortification you feel with I tell the truth about Liar Marshy and his Sycophantic Troops. From: "steve.sun...@yahoo.com [FairfieldLife]" To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Tuesday, August 19, 2014 8:29 AM Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2 OMG, Mikey, lose the cult mentality. I am not, repeat, am not, responsible for whatever is lacking in your life. If you don't like the message, don't blame the messenger. Look inside son. Whatever discomfort you are feeling is not coming from me. I am just some stranger on the internet. Get it. If you are feeling fragile, just do some mindfulness, or yoga, or something. Even a good nights sleep helps. (-: ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, wrote : Just can't stay away can you? Not sure I like being your addiction - find some other form of meth if TM sycophantic behavior isn't a powerful enough addiction for you. From: "steve.sundur@... [FairfieldLife]" To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Tuesday, August 19, 2014 8:02 AM Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2 Sell it Michael, sell it. Nothing wrong with that. Sometimes people need to be set straight between what is brilliance and what isyou know what. ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, wrote : Duve, you might like the description of the flying program in Part 2 - I think I nailed where its heading. Plus I'm just cognizing Buck and Nabby's dream of an ideal life. From: Duveyoung To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Monday, August 18, 2014 11:45 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2 Haven't read Part 2, cuz just remembering Part 1 has me reading the fine print on my home owner's policy. I don't think my computer screen is insured against projectile vomiting.
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On 8/18/2014 7:45 PM, steve.sun...@yahoo.com [FairfieldLife] wrote: Hey Michael, I hope it gets a nice reception It looks like a lot of time and effort went into it. I did not find it of much interest after the first paragraph, but that's probably just me. Overall, I think you have good writing skills. Good luck. > This report should be really interesting for the lurking reporters and science writers - it will give them something to read while they are on their vacation. LoL! > ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, wrote : A Day in the Life (of a TM'er) Part 2 Governor watched Bevan move his corpulent bulk to the microphone on the raised dais just behind the flying area reserved exclusively for the Rajas. The foam there is laced with gold dust and the sheets are a thousand count real Egyptian cotton grown in India by Movement Indians. Rumors that the Egyptian cotton farmers were being exploited by Girish and the Indian Movement boys were…well, you know. At one time the Rajas had insisted on all silk sheets to fly on but these had proven too slippery and there had been quite a few collisions before they were exchanged for the cotton variety. Rumors that the rajas had cursed each other out using decidedly un-vedic language while holding their bleeding heads was just that, rumor. Bevan cleared his throat and began in that distinctive accent of his. "I have a few announcements before we begin the morning's program. First of all, I want to put to rest the very scurrilous rumors that have been circulating around the community for the last several weeks that the Rajas, our highly regarded and sattvic Rajas have been eating meat, pork meat no less and that it has been producing a good deal of flatulence on the part of the Rajas and this pork meat flatulence odor is ruining the programs of some of you here in the Mahaar-shee Patanjali Golden Dome of Pure Knowledge." Bevan paused and primped his mouth up in a very disapproving way before he continued his exposition of new knowledge. "These are horrid rumors and there is not a shred of truth in any of them. Let me remind you that all of our illustrious Rajas are fully enlightened, and I mean fully enlightened. Don't waste my time after program asking me what level of enlightenment I mean. When I say enlightened rajas, I mean full enlightenment! That which is beyond Brahmin consciousness! If we think of rajas, we must think of that which is beyond Brahmin consciousness at all times!" Here Bevan paused and took out a couple of chocolate cookies from an inner robe pocket and began to delicately devour them. Crumbs fell from his mouth onto the expensive sheets beneath his rather large feet. A small form darted out of the shadows behind Bevan and immediately made for those feet. As Bevan munched, the small skinny boy surreptitiously scooped up cookie crumbs and hurriedly stuffed them in his own mouth shooting questioning looks every now and again at Bevan as if fearful of being corrected on his behavior. Those who could see this byplay nodded and smiled. They knew it was Bevan's Indian punkawalla. All the Rajas had them. The little punkawalla was doing his job cleaning up after Bevan and all was right with the world, felt the Governor who smiled and nodded too. Bevan looked down at the boy and spoke a quiet word. The punkawalla leapt to his feet and sped back into an area that was curtained off from the rest of the Dome with very expensive sheets of linen embroidered with scenes from the Mahabharata. Moments later he emerged with a solid gold thermos that everyone assumed was filled with warm water, but the punkawalla swerved his nose away from the bottle when he opened it. The suggestions some had made that perhaps Bevan kept some beverage a bit stronger in his Maharishi Golden Thermos™ were crude, coarse and not to be believed. Bevan took a long draught from the bottle, smacked his lips, waved the punka away and continued. "As I was saying, when we think of the rajas, we think of the pinnacle of human evolution. We are enlightened! If air is issuing forth from our hindquarters it is wind of the highest vibration! It is not in fact flatulence but pure soma! Everyone knows that enlightened beings create only soma in their digestive systems and the soma of the Rajas is of the very finest quality! What you are smelling is the aroma of soma! You should feel honored to get even one whiff of the soma aroma of a Raja even once in your lifetime!" He paused to take another swig from the thermos. "It is more than the aroma of soma, it is in fact the breath of the gods themselves! We all know from Mahaar-shee's Supreme Knowledge that the Maharishi Vedic Gods™ feast on the soma produced by even a mere meditator. And of course we know the rajas produce only the very finest soma with their ayurvedically correct digestive systems and the Maharishi Vedic Gods™ gorge on this Maharishi Supreme Soma™. Thus the posterior e
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2
OMG, Mikey, lose the cult mentality. I am not, repeat, am not, responsible for whatever is lacking in your life. If you don't like the message, don't blame the messenger. Look inside son. Whatever discomfort you are feeling is not coming from me. I am just some stranger on the internet. Get it. If you are feeling fragile, just do some mindfulness, or yoga, or something. Even a good nights sleep helps. (-: ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, wrote : Just can't stay away can you? Not sure I like being your addiction - find some other form of meth if TM sycophantic behavior isn't a powerful enough addiction for you. From: "steve.sundur@... [FairfieldLife]" To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Tuesday, August 19, 2014 8:02 AM Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2 Sell it Michael, sell it. Nothing wrong with that. Sometimes people need to be set straight between what is brilliance and what isyou know what. ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, wrote : Duve, you might like the description of the flying program in Part 2 - I think I nailed where its heading. Plus I'm just cognizing Buck and Nabby's dream of an ideal life. From: Duveyoung To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Monday, August 18, 2014 11:45 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2 Haven't read Part 2, cuz just remembering Part 1 has me reading the fine print on my home owner's policy. I don't think my computer screen is insured against projectile vomiting.
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On 8/19/2014 4:55 AM, Michael Jackson mjackso...@yahoo.com [FairfieldLife] wrote: Duve, you might like the description of the flying program in Part 2 - I think I nailed where its heading. Plus I'm just cognizing Buck and Nabby's dream of an ideal life. > You really got to work early this morning, or maybe you've been real busy all night? Time for the false-flag reporters to rise up and get to work. Wake up out there and get to work you informants! Address the important issues. > *From:* Duveyoung *To:* FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com *Sent:* Monday, August 18, 2014 11:45 PM *Subject:* [FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2 Haven't read Part 2, cuz just remembering Part 1 has me reading the fine print on my home owner's policy. I don't think my computer screen is insured against projectile vomiting.
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Just can't stay away can you? Not sure I like being your addiction - find some other form of meth if TM sycophantic behavior isn't a powerful enough addiction for you. From: "steve.sun...@yahoo.com [FairfieldLife]" To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Tuesday, August 19, 2014 8:02 AM Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2 Sell it Michael, sell it. Nothing wrong with that. Sometimes people need to be set straight between what is brilliance and what isyou know what. ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, wrote : Duve, you might like the description of the flying program in Part 2 - I think I nailed where its heading. Plus I'm just cognizing Buck and Nabby's dream of an ideal life. From: Duveyoung To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Monday, August 18, 2014 11:45 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2 Haven't read Part 2, cuz just remembering Part 1 has me reading the fine print on my home owner's policy. I don't think my computer screen is insured against projectile vomiting.
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2
Sell it Michael, sell it. Nothing wrong with that. Sometimes people need to be set straight between what is brilliance and what isyou know what. ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, wrote : Duve, you might like the description of the flying program in Part 2 - I think I nailed where its heading. Plus I'm just cognizing Buck and Nabby's dream of an ideal life. From: Duveyoung To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Monday, August 18, 2014 11:45 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2 Haven't read Part 2, cuz just remembering Part 1 has me reading the fine print on my home owner's policy. I don't think my computer screen is insured against projectile vomiting.
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2
Duve, you might like the description of the flying program in Part 2 - I think I nailed where its heading. Plus I'm just cognizing Buck and Nabby's dream of an ideal life. From: Duveyoung To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Monday, August 18, 2014 11:45 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2 Haven't read Part 2, cuz just remembering Part 1 has me reading the fine print on my home owner's policy. I don't think my computer screen is insured against projectile vomiting.
[FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2
Haven't read Part 2, cuz just remembering Part 1 has me reading the fine print on my home owner's policy. I don't think my computer screen is insured against projectile vomiting.
[FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2
---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, wrote : A Day in the Life (of a TM'er) Part 2 Governor watched Bevan move his corpulent bulk to the microphone on the raised dais just behind the flying area reserved exclusively for the Rajas. The foam there is laced with gold dust and the sheets are a thousand count real Egyptian cotton grown in India by Movement Indians. Rumors that the Egyptian cotton farmers were being exploited by Girish and the Indian Movement boys were…well, you know. At one time the Rajas had insisted on all silk sheets to fly on but these had proven too slippery and there had been quite a few collisions before they were exchanged for the cotton variety. Rumors that the rajas had cursed each other out using decidedly un-vedic language while holding their bleeding heads was just that, rumor. Bevan cleared his throat and began in that distinctive accent of his. "I have a few announcements before we begin the morning's program. First of all, I want to put to rest the very scurrilous rumors that have been circulating around the community for the last several weeks that the Rajas, our highly regarded and sattvic Rajas have been eating meat, pork meat no less and that it has been producing a good deal of flatulence on the part of the Rajas and this pork meat flatulence odor is ruining the programs of some of you here in the Mahaar-shee Patanjali Golden Dome of Pure Knowledge." Bevan paused and primped his mouth up in a very disapproving way before he continued his exposition of new knowledge. "These are horrid rumors and there is not a shred of truth in any of them. Let me remind you that all of our illustrious Rajas are fully enlightened, and I mean fully enlightened. Don't waste my time after program asking me what level of enlightenment I mean. When I say enlightened rajas, I mean full enlightenment! That which is beyond Brahmin consciousness! If we think of rajas, we must think of that which is beyond Brahmin consciousness at all times!" Here Bevan paused and took out a couple of chocolate cookies from an inner robe pocket and began to delicately devour them. Crumbs fell from his mouth onto the expensive sheets beneath his rather large feet. A small form darted out of the shadows behind Bevan and immediately made for those feet. As Bevan munched, the small skinny boy surreptitiously scooped up cookie crumbs and hurriedly stuffed them in his own mouth shooting questioning looks every now and again at Bevan as if fearful of being corrected on his behavior. Those who could see this byplay nodded and smiled. They knew it was Bevan's Indian punkawalla. All the Rajas had them. The little punkawalla was doing his job cleaning up after Bevan and all was right with the world, felt the Governor who smiled and nodded too. Bevan looked down at the boy and spoke a quiet word. The punkawalla leapt to his feet and sped back into an area that was curtained off from the rest of the Dome with very expensive sheets of linen embroidered with scenes from the Mahabharata. Moments later he emerged with a solid gold thermos that everyone assumed was filled with warm water, but the punkawalla swerved his nose away from the bottle when he opened it. The suggestions some had made that perhaps Bevan kept some beverage a bit stronger in his Maharishi Golden Thermos™ were crude, coarse and not to be believed. Bevan took a long draught from the bottle, smacked his lips, waved the punka away and continued. "As I was saying, when we think of the rajas, we think of the pinnacle of human evolution. We are enlightened! If air is issuing forth from our hindquarters it is wind of the highest vibration! It is not in fact flatulence but pure soma! Everyone knows that enlightened beings create only soma in their digestive systems and the soma of the Rajas is of the very finest quality! What you are smelling is the aroma of soma! You should feel honored to get even one whiff of the soma aroma of a Raja even once in your lifetime!" He paused to take another swig from the thermos. "It is more than the aroma of soma, it is in fact the breath of the gods themselves! We all know from Mahaar-shee's Supreme Knowledge that the Maharishi Vedic Gods™ feast on the soma produced by even a mere meditator. And of course we know the rajas produce only the very finest soma with their ayurvedically correct digestive systems and the Maharishi Vedic Gods™ gorge on this Maharishi Supreme Soma™. Thus the posterior exhalations of the Rajas are the exhalations of the Gods themselves, for they are in our digestive systems feeding on the royal Raja soma. Consider yourselves extremely fortunate to be allowed to breathe in the very breath of the Gods themselves, courtesy of your generous Rajas who are willing to give to you even the breath of the Gods from their arses! So inhale deeply, realize you are being blessed and stop your complaining or you may very well
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2
Thanks for your feedback Michael. As I said, I hope it gets a nice reception, for your sake. As of the moment, I don't intend to read any more of it, but if it gets comments, I may peak. But, I'm glad you flatter yourself, that you find your writings so irresistible, or me so addicted to you in some way. Confidence in oneself is a good thing. Anyway, I'll be looking forward to parts 3 and so on, even if I'm not the audience. It looks like a good exercise for you. ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, wrote : You'll read it - you won't be able to resist taking more pot shots at me - you are addicted and obsessed - yep more and more I feel its some form of unstressing - if you would only do your sutra practice again I'm sure you would balance it all out. From: "steve.sundur@... [FairfieldLife]" To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Monday, August 18, 2014 8:45 PMSubject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2 Hey Michael, I hope it gets a nice reception It looks like a lot of time and effort went into it. I did not find it of much interest after the first paragraph, but that's probably just me. Overall, I think you have good writing skills. Good luck. ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, wrote : A Day in the Life (of a TM'er) Part 2 Governor watched Bevan move his corpulent bulk to the microphone on the raised dais just behind the flying area reserved exclusively for the Rajas. The foam there is laced with gold dust and the sheets are a thousand count real Egyptian cotton grown in India by Movement Indians. Rumors that the Egyptian cotton farmers were being exploited by Girish and the Indian Movement boys were…well, you know. At one time the Rajas had insisted on all silk sheets to fly on but these had proven too slippery and there had been quite a few collisions before they were exchanged for the cotton variety. Rumors that the rajas had cursed each other out using decidedly un-vedic language while holding their bleeding heads was just that, rumor. Bevan cleared his throat and began in that distinctive accent of his. "I have a few announcements before we begin the morning's program. First of all, I want to put to rest the very scurrilous rumors that have been circulating around the community for the last several weeks that the Rajas, our highly regarded and sattvic Rajas have been eating meat, pork meat no less and that it has been producing a good deal of flatulence on the part of the Rajas and this pork meat flatulence odor is ruining the programs of some of you here in the Mahaar-shee Patanjali Golden Dome of Pure Knowledge." Bevan paused and primped his mouth up in a very disapproving way before he continued his exposition of new knowledge. "These are horrid rumors and there is not a shred of truth in any of them. Let me remind you that all of our illustrious Rajas are fully enlightened, and I mean fully enlightened. Don't waste my time after program asking me what level of enlightenment I mean. When I say enlightened rajas, I mean full enlightenment! That which is beyond Brahmin consciousness! If we think of rajas, we must think of that which is beyond Brahmin consciousness at all times!" Here Bevan paused and took out a couple of chocolate cookies from an inner robe pocket and began to delicately devour them. Crumbs fell from his mouth onto the expensive sheets beneath his rather large feet. A small form darted out of the shadows behind Bevan and immediately made for those feet. As Bevan munched, the small skinny boy surreptitiously scooped up cookie crumbs and hurriedly stuffed them in his own mouth shooting questioning looks every now and again at Bevan as if fearful of being corrected on his behavior. Those who could see this byplay nodded and smiled. They knew it was Bevan's Indian punkawalla. All the Rajas had them. The little punkawalla was doing his job cleaning up after Bevan and all was right with the world, felt the Governor who smiled and nodded too. Bevan looked down at the boy and spoke a quiet word. The punkawalla leapt to his feet and sped back into an area that was curtained off from the rest of the Dome with very expensive sheets of linen embroidered with scenes from the Mahabharata. Moments later he emerged with a solid gold thermos that everyone assumed was filled with warm water, but the punkawalla swerved his nose away from the bottle when he opened it. The suggestions some had made that perhaps Bevan kept some beverage a bit stronger in his Maharishi Golden Thermos™ were crude, coarse and not to be believed. Bevan took a long draught from the bottle, smacked his lips, waved the punka away and continued. "As I was saying, when we think of the rajas, we think of the pinnacle of human evolution. We are enlightened! If air is issuing forth from our hindquar
Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2
You'll read it - you won't be able to resist taking more pot shots at me - you are addicted and obsessed - yep more and more I feel its some form of unstressing - if you would only do your sutra practice again I'm sure you would balance it all out. From: "steve.sun...@yahoo.com [FairfieldLife]" To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Monday, August 18, 2014 8:45 PM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2 Hey Michael, I hope it gets a nice reception It looks like a lot of time and effort went into it. I did not find it of much interest after the first paragraph, but that's probably just me. Overall, I think you have good writing skills. Good luck. ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, wrote : A Day in the Life (of a TM'er) Part 2 Governor watched Bevan move his corpulent bulk to the microphone on the raised dais just behind the flying area reserved exclusively for the Rajas. The foam there is laced with gold dust and the sheets are a thousand count real Egyptian cotton grown in India by Movement Indians. Rumors that the Egyptian cotton farmers were being exploited by Girish and the Indian Movement boys were…well, you know. At one time the Rajas had insisted on all silk sheets to fly on but these had proven too slippery and there had been quite a few collisions before they were exchanged for the cotton variety. Rumors that the rajas had cursed each other out using decidedly un-vedic language while holding their bleeding heads was just that, rumor. Bevan cleared his throat and began in that distinctive accent of his. "I have a few announcements before we begin the morning's program. First of all, I want to put to rest the very scurrilous rumors that have been circulating around the community for the last several weeks that the Rajas, our highly regarded and sattvic Rajas have been eating meat, pork meat no less and that it has been producing a good deal of flatulence on the part of the Rajas and this pork meat flatulence odor is ruining the programs of some of you here in the Mahaar-shee Patanjali Golden Dome of Pure Knowledge." Bevan paused and primped his mouth up in a very disapproving way before he continued his exposition of new knowledge. "These are horrid rumors and there is not a shred of truth in any of them. Let me remind you that all of our illustrious Rajas are fully enlightened, and I mean fully enlightened. Don't waste my time after program asking me what level of enlightenment I mean. When I say enlightened rajas, I mean full enlightenment! That which is beyond Brahmin consciousness! If we think of rajas, we must think of that which is beyond Brahmin consciousness at all times!" Here Bevan paused and took out a couple of chocolate cookies from an inner robe pocket and began to delicately devour them. Crumbs fell from his mouth onto the expensive sheets beneath his rather large feet. A small form darted out of the shadows behind Bevan and immediately made for those feet. As Bevan munched, the small skinny boy surreptitiously scooped up cookie crumbs and hurriedly stuffed them in his own mouth shooting questioning looks every now and again at Bevan as if fearful of being corrected on his behavior. Those who could see this byplay nodded and smiled. They knew it was Bevan's Indian punkawalla. All the Rajas had them. The little punkawalla was doing his job cleaning up after Bevan and all was right with the world, felt the Governor who smiled and nodded too. Bevan looked down at the boy and spoke a quiet word. The punkawalla leapt to his feet and sped back into an area that was curtained off from the rest of the Dome with very expensive sheets of linen embroidered with scenes from the Mahabharata. Moments later he emerged with a solid gold thermos that everyone assumed was filled with warm water, but the punkawalla swerved his nose away from the bottle when he opened it. The suggestions some had made that perhaps Bevan kept some beverage a bit stronger in his Maharishi Golden Thermos™ were crude, coarse and not to be believed. Bevan took a long draught from the bottle, smacked his lips, waved the punka away and continued. "As I was saying, when we think of the rajas, we think of the pinnacle of human evolution. We are enlightened! If air is issuing forth from our hindquarters it is wind of the highest vibration! It is not in fact flatulence but pure soma! Everyone knows that enlightened beings create only soma in their digestive systems and the soma of the Rajas is of the very finest quality! What you are smelling is the aroma of soma! You should feel honored to get even one whiff of the soma aroma of a Raja even once in your lifetime!" He paused to take another swig from the thermos. "It is more than the aroma of soma, it is in fact the breath of the gods themselves! We all know from Mahaar-shee's Supreme Knowledge that the Maharishi V
[FairfieldLife] Re: Day in the Life, Part 2
Hey Michael, I hope it gets a nice reception It looks like a lot of time and effort went into it. I did not find it of much interest after the first paragraph, but that's probably just me. Overall, I think you have good writing skills. Good luck. ---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, wrote : A Day in the Life (of a TM'er) Part 2 Governor watched Bevan move his corpulent bulk to the microphone on the raised dais just behind the flying area reserved exclusively for the Rajas. The foam there is laced with gold dust and the sheets are a thousand count real Egyptian cotton grown in India by Movement Indians. Rumors that the Egyptian cotton farmers were being exploited by Girish and the Indian Movement boys were…well, you know. At one time the Rajas had insisted on all silk sheets to fly on but these had proven too slippery and there had been quite a few collisions before they were exchanged for the cotton variety. Rumors that the rajas had cursed each other out using decidedly un-vedic language while holding their bleeding heads was just that, rumor. Bevan cleared his throat and began in that distinctive accent of his. "I have a few announcements before we begin the morning's program. First of all, I want to put to rest the very scurrilous rumors that have been circulating around the community for the last several weeks that the Rajas, our highly regarded and sattvic Rajas have been eating meat, pork meat no less and that it has been producing a good deal of flatulence on the part of the Rajas and this pork meat flatulence odor is ruining the programs of some of you here in the Mahaar-shee Patanjali Golden Dome of Pure Knowledge." Bevan paused and primped his mouth up in a very disapproving way before he continued his exposition of new knowledge. "These are horrid rumors and there is not a shred of truth in any of them. Let me remind you that all of our illustrious Rajas are fully enlightened, and I mean fully enlightened. Don't waste my time after program asking me what level of enlightenment I mean. When I say enlightened rajas, I mean full enlightenment! That which is beyond Brahmin consciousness! If we think of rajas, we must think of that which is beyond Brahmin consciousness at all times!" Here Bevan paused and took out a couple of chocolate cookies from an inner robe pocket and began to delicately devour them. Crumbs fell from his mouth onto the expensive sheets beneath his rather large feet. A small form darted out of the shadows behind Bevan and immediately made for those feet. As Bevan munched, the small skinny boy surreptitiously scooped up cookie crumbs and hurriedly stuffed them in his own mouth shooting questioning looks every now and again at Bevan as if fearful of being corrected on his behavior. Those who could see this byplay nodded and smiled. They knew it was Bevan's Indian punkawalla. All the Rajas had them. The little punkawalla was doing his job cleaning up after Bevan and all was right with the world, felt the Governor who smiled and nodded too. Bevan looked down at the boy and spoke a quiet word. The punkawalla leapt to his feet and sped back into an area that was curtained off from the rest of the Dome with very expensive sheets of linen embroidered with scenes from the Mahabharata. Moments later he emerged with a solid gold thermos that everyone assumed was filled with warm water, but the punkawalla swerved his nose away from the bottle when he opened it. The suggestions some had made that perhaps Bevan kept some beverage a bit stronger in his Maharishi Golden Thermos™ were crude, coarse and not to be believed. Bevan took a long draught from the bottle, smacked his lips, waved the punka away and continued. "As I was saying, when we think of the rajas, we think of the pinnacle of human evolution. We are enlightened! If air is issuing forth from our hindquarters it is wind of the highest vibration! It is not in fact flatulence but pure soma! Everyone knows that enlightened beings create only soma in their digestive systems and the soma of the Rajas is of the very finest quality! What you are smelling is the aroma of soma! You should feel honored to get even one whiff of the soma aroma of a Raja even once in your lifetime!" He paused to take another swig from the thermos. "It is more than the aroma of soma, it is in fact the breath of the gods themselves! We all know from Mahaar-shee's Supreme Knowledge that the Maharishi Vedic Gods™ feast on the soma produced by even a mere meditator. And of course we know the rajas produce only the very finest soma with their ayurvedically correct digestive systems and the Maharishi Vedic Gods™ gorge on this Maharishi Supreme Soma™. Thus the posterior exhalations of the Rajas are the exhalations of the Gods themselves, for they are in our digestive systems feeding on the royal Raja soma. Consider yourselves extremely fortunate to be allowe
