There was some reminiscing, a few threads down, about the old days when satsang was nice and cozy and you could go to Holi festival and get sprayed with color water. The Lord Guru Maharaj Ji would give darshan and you could go through a blue tunnel (just like an after-death experience) and there He'd be, in all his glory. It was so exciting. I remember my adrenaline rushing.|
Then there'd be all the premies in the hotel coffee shops, after Darshan, satiated with the Lord's love, chatting away in a social paradise. Premies wore their best finery. And there was nothing like getting a flirtatious glance from a strange Premie of the oppposite sex (or same sex, if that was your orientation). All that Love with a little infatuation.
Then you'd get back to your Community and you'd get back to nightly satsang, and what a rush. Everything was anew, refreshed with the inspiration of Maharaj Ji's Darshan.
What a crock! Look, if you were there in the old days, or actually, if you're there now, too... That was the DUMBEST thing you probably ever did in your whole life
Really, if you were a Premie, or you are a Premie, you made an absolute fool out of yourself. First you sacrificed every last ounce of common sense you had, by buying into the most moronic spiritual trip of the era (with the exception of maybe the Moonies), and then you compomised every inch of your social conscience by abandoning the things you knew were right (helping other people, cultivating friendships, enriching yourself with real knowledge with a small k, taking a stand against bigotry, and following your real 'heart' which told you this guy was a fake). If you had any part in the Premie organization, you acted like a fucking idiot and maybe a Nazi as well.
Really, this is something to be totally embarrassed by. Admitting you had anything to do with Maharaj Ji is like having WEIRD tatooed on your forehead. Anything that seems at all glamorous, in retrospect, had nothing to do with Maharaj Ji. We fell for a ruse and sham, and nothing can be dumber than that.