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Fri, Oct 15, 1999 at 08:56:24 (EDT)

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Jerry

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Way

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Re: To Lee
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This act of thievery is the reason behind the great anger felt by many exes.

My anger stems from the fact that in my deepest depression, Maharaji was there to take avantage of that for his own benefit, not to help me in any way, although he acted, literally, as if he was God's gift to the world who could heal whatever ails you.

I don't care much for meditation, but I do enjoy just sitting with my eyes closed, just being conscious of whatever. I hear, that in independent studies, it's been shown to have the same effect.

I wonder when the whole thing got started. Who was the first guy who meditated and started the rage? Was it a caveman, maybe? Fred Flinstone? Maybe it went something like this:

Fred: Hey Barney, I just discoverd something that you might want to know about.
Barney: Er, what's that, Fred?
Fred: Meditation.
Barney: You don't say. What's that?
Fred: You just sit quietly, close your eyes, and look.
Barney: Er, look at what, Fred?
Fred: At whatever, Barney.
Barney: You don't say.
Fred: Try it Barney. I think you'll like it.
Barney: Er, okay, Fred. I'm closing my eyes and looking at whatever. Feels like I'm just closing my eyes, Fred. What's suppoded to happen?
Fred: I don't know. I just like doing it. Don't you?
Barney: Fred, are you okay?
Fred: I'm telling you, Barney. Mark my words. One day, this is going to be all the rage.
Barney: Er, okay, Fred. If you say so. Let's go bowling.

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Fri, Oct 15, 1999 at 11:20:51 (EDT)

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Way

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Jerry

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Response to Jerry
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Jerry,

What do you call it when you 'enjoy just sitting with my eyes closed, just being conscious of whatever'? I would definitely call that a type of meditation. I would say that all people practice some form of meditation, if you allow the word to have its most generalized meaning. Gazing at a painting at a museum, gazing at your lover as he or she sleeps, taking a walk in the woods, watching a movie, drawing a picture, composing a poem - all such activities have the similar effect of quieting the superficial thoughts and allowing the consciousness to dwell in the mind's higher, deeper regions. These 'deeper regions' are the true final frontier, more unfathomable than any place on the planet or in outer space.

If Barney has no taste for the Collective Unconscious then I'm sure a game of bowling will prove quite satisfying, but his loss will not diminish Fred's adventure. I could be wrong but I still have the feeling you are more of a Fred than a Barney. After all, Barneys rarely become depressed. Some of us need to hear the voice of the muse within us and only its message of higher reality will calm our frustrations with the painful limitations of human ignorance. I will tell you what your problem is (forgive my presumption please) - you've accepted the great 20th century myth that matter has the capacity to organize itself into life forms without the power of Mind, and all the while your own mind is seeking its higher levels.

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Fri, Oct 15, 1999 at 20:31:59 (EDT)

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Jerry

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Way

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Re: Response To Way
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Way, you're just mystifying normal human experience. There's nothing unfathomable about enjoying precious moments. The true frontier is not in enjoying these preferable states of consciousness but in understanding them, what the underlying mechanics are.

Knowledge is the true frontier, and I don't mean Maharaji's pseudo-knowledge. I mean real knowledge, like what you find in science books and in the thoughts of great thinkers, people who exercise and cultivate their minds instead of writing them off as being a handicap, such as blind guides, like you know who, would have us do.

This is also a BIG reason why Maharaji pisses me off. He took years off of my mental development. Now, in my mid 40s, it's doubtful I'll ever achieve the clarity of thought I might have if I had wise men instead of fools as my guide. I suppose part of it is my own fault. I did choose fools instead of wise men, didn't I? But still, good direction isn't exactly everywhere you turn.

I forgive you for being presumptuous. I haven't accepted any 'myth' about materialism. I just know that there is a correlation between matter and life which can't be denied. If anything's a myth, it's this imagined Mind you keep talking about. 

5 Brighter than 1000 suns as seen through night vision goggles
4 As bright as the lights on Maharaji's jet
3 As bright as a 60 watt light bulb
2 As bright as a pile of burning ghi on a swinging arti tray
1 As bright as the inner light as seen by the third eye
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