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Date: Tues, Nov 17, 1998 at 20:02:58 (EST)
From: Evidence (1)
Email: None
To: Nigel, Jim, JW, TD
Subject: Andy O'Dwyer
Message:
'Andy O'Dwyer' (aka. Nigel) has been out of the loop
for a long time. He's never heard of 'Knowledge Lite' and
still lives in a timewarp where Guru Maharaj Ji is nothing
less than Lord of the Universe.
How would the Enjoyinglife censors deal with his
contribution? Look down to the last few paragraphs where the
censor's cuts are
[HIGHLIGHTED IN BOLD RED
CAPITALS].
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Hello there, how are you all doing?
My name is Andrew (Andy) O'Dwyer. I was born 45 years ago in
county Sligo to a family of itinerant travellers. I never
knew my mother and father but was raised instead by My Uncle
John and Aunt Miriam. Uncle John was a tinker in the
traditional sense and we spent all my growing years
travelling around Ireland. I'd like to say we lived in a
horse-drawn caravan too, but reality is never as romantic as
people think!. Instead we had a big black converted bus that
once saw service on the streets of Cork city back in the
thirties. Uncle John must have been quite a mechanic on the
side, because between us we kept that thing running for
something like seventeen years.
I realise now we must have been very poor, but it never
seemed like that At the time as there was always food on the
table, and John and Miriam always made me feel like the
luckiest boy alive. I didn't get much of a schooling since
we were always on the move, but Aunt Miriam gave me a great
love of literature and poetry and there was never a time my
head wasn't stuck firmly between the pages of some book or
other. My favourite times were the summer fairs in County
Wicklow where Uncle John always managed to find work and
aunt Miriam (who was never a Romany) used to take out her
headscarf and large gold earrings and tell fortunes to the
fair-goers from a little tent as 'Madame Mystra'. She knew
nothing about tarot or palmistry, but used To just make
people's futures up as she went along. The punters often
came back the next year to say how accurate the predictions
had been! We used to find this hysterically funny. 'There's
one born every minute' Uncle John would always say. So I
guess you could say I was pretty much a sceptic in those
days. But I loved nature and the wild mountains, and there
was always this feeling in me that there must be some deep
mystery going on in nature that was also right there within
myself, if I could just put my finger on it.
Anyway, all good things come to an end, and when I was
seventeen Aunt Miriam died. Uncle John almost went to
pieces, but managed to stay off the drink and keep himself
together, thank God. Unfortunately around that time he
started keeping some undesirable company and was soon
involved in carrying occasional parcels across the border
into the north. He always refused to talk to me about this.
Uncle John was a good man and I'm sure he only got involved
in all that business because he was very hard up and it paid
well. But I told myself I'm not wanting any of that caper
and took off for London as soon as I was eighteen.
[AS I SAW IT, UNCLES FORM OF
IDEALISM HAD BROUGHT NOTHING BUT SORROW TO OUR LAND FOR
HUNDREDS OF YEARS WHILE I SINCERELY FELT THERE MUST BE SOME
OTHER WAY OF ESTABLISHING PEACE, BOTH IN IRELAND AND ACROSS
THE WORLD.]
It was the early seventies and I was working on building
site in Belsize park. One day a hippie-looking girl was
walking past and I wolf-whistled her (she was quite a
looker!). Instead of carrying on past, she turned and came
over to speak to me. Shes all yours, Andy was my immediate
thought, but instead she started telling me about this
Indian kid, [GURU MAHARAJ JI,
WHO WAS GOING TO BRING PEACE TO THE WHOLE WORLD. NOT ONLY
THAT BUT GURU MAHARAJ JI, THE LIVING PERFECT
MASTER,] could show me a perfect gift Inside
myself.
Sceptic that I was, I was having none of it, but because I
really fancied this Sarah chick I went along with her one
eveing [TO THE PALACE OF PEACE
WHICH WAS ONLY A COUPLE OF STREETS AWAY FROM WHERE I WAS
WORKING]. I listened to
[MAHATMA GURU]
Charanand give satsang, and all at once I felt something
happening in me, the like of which I had never known before.
Within a week I had received Knowledge (either I was lucky
or they seemed to be just giving it away to all-comers at
that time). [I EVEN SURRENDERED
THE REINS OF MY LIFE TO GURU MAHARAJ JI WHO I RECOGNISED AS
TRULY THE SUPERIOR POWER IN PERSON.]
[I REMEMBER CHARANAND SAYING AS HE SHOWED US THE NECTAR
TECHNIQUE THAT I WOULD NEVER HAVE TO DRINK AGAIN - NOT EVEN
WATER! - CAN YOU IMAGINE? UNFORTUNATELY I WAS STILL RATHER
FOND OF THE ALE (NOT THE BLACK STUFF - I'M NOT YOUR COMPLETE
PADDY STEREOTYPE, YOU KNOW!), SO NOT DRINKING WASNT REALLY
ON THE CARDS. I REALISE NOW,] I was not
really ready for Maharji Ji's
[PRICELESS GIFT
OF] knowledge, since I moved into an ashram
and was thrown out again a few weeks later!
The trouble was my new friend Sarah and I were becoming
altogether too fond of one another, and what with she having
moved into the same ashram, we ended up breaking our
celibacy vows on a pretty routine basis, and every time I
got drunk I would carry chicken legs or kebabs back to the
ashram. Jeez! - can you imagine? We were supposed to be
teetotal and strictly vegetarian. Ah, but I remember those
days with a great fondness, still. Having split up with
Sarah, I wandered off for a while, returning to Ireland and
living the travelling life again. I thought I might just
keep the Knowledge for myself, practice on my own in rural
tranquility. But after meeting my wife Kathy, I settled down
for many years and we ran a small poultry farm in Wicklow.
Unforunately I lost contact with the other premies, and I
found it impossible to practice without that daily
[CONSTANT] focus
[AND SURRENDER TO SATSANG,
SERVICE AND MEDITATION].
Many years followed, with many ups and downs along the way.
I tried to meditate when I could and I always knew over the
years that I was still carrying
[MY PRECIOUS GURU MAHARAJ
JI] in my heart. When my marriage broke up a
couple of years back, I moved back over to England again,
and now live in Chester, UK, where I work in insurance.
[I FOUND THIS INTERNET SITE
THANKS TO A WORK COLLEAGUE TELLING ME ABOUT THE
EX-PREMIE.ORG SITE. I LOOKED THERE FIRST AND COULDNT BELIEVE
THE GOSSIP AND LIES I WAS READING. BUT, BY HIS GRACE,
SOMEONE POSTED A LINK TO THIS SITE WHICH IS
HOW] I found your beacon of peace and hope in
a turbulent cyberworld. Take care, and keep up the good
work, all of you. Andy
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