Date: Thurs, Dec 28, 2000 at 17:52:20 (GMT) From: Jim Email: None To: Everyone Subject: So I went to the Satellite Video Event last night Message:

Steve Quint and I had talked about meeting when Laurie and I came back through Van on our way home from Whistler. When we spoke yesterday morning, Steve suggested that we hook up at the hotel bar where the Wednesday night video events occurred. We could meet, have a drink and, if the spirit(s) moved us, check out the Lord of the Universe. It wouldn't cost anything (the Lord part) and, well, Steve was going anyway and it was on our way ... Of course neither Steve nor I thought each other look as we'd expected. We all had a drink, said hi, talked a bit. The hotel the cult meets in now is a fiarly humble one in east Van. Must be a lot, lot cheaper than the downtown meeting rooms we used to rent bakc in the day. But no wonder; there was hardly anyone there. I counted 15, including Laurie and me. 15 lonely souls out to watch a live satellite broadcast of a videotape of one night at the Hans Jayanti festival in India last month. Maharaji spoke in Hindi with a nice female talkover in English. As soon as we entered, I recognized one premie I hadn't seen in over 20 years sitting at the door. She didn't recognize me and I walked in and wnet over to sit down next to my old ashram brother, one-time Instructor, Stuart McDougall. There were just a few people scattered here and there. If it was a commercial release, I'd expect them to start showing something new the next night. Perhaps our biggest mistake was buying into the satsang model: I talk and you listen. Really, what an ineffectual form of communication compared to something more interactive, something with some feedback, something that calls for some accountability on the speaker's part, something bizarre like a discussion or something. I know, I know. The whole trip was premised on the notion that we spiritual neophytes knew so little and what we did know was all tainted by the world, confused and wrong. And hell, even if it was RIGHT it was wrong because we probably were too 'attached' to it or something, too proud. Better consider yourself stupid, act dumb and play empty. Shut up, grasshopper, and listen. Yeah, right. What I saw last night was a personality striptease. Maharaji has the floor for as long as he wants to do whatever he wants. He uses the time to mug this way and that, showing off little displays of faux virtues. Here's the master being strong and resolute. Here's the master being patient and long-suffering. And here he is being natural, compassionate and unaffected. He does some of these poses in mere seconds. They're brush strokes at times. Mere eyebrow shrugs suffice in a cult where the code is so universal and well-thumbed. Everyone knows Maharaji's shtick, so he can vamp on it as heavily or lightly as he wants. Everyone 'understands' when the only thing TO understand is that 'Maharaji is Maharaji' (whatever the fuck that REALLY means). At one point, Stuart got up to go. I wanted to say hi even though Steve had already told me that Stuart had told him amonth or so ago that he had no interest in talking with someone as negative as me. 'Hi, Stuart.' 'Who's that?' 'It's me, Jim.' 'Oh, hi Jim' and he was off. Left early after whispering something to Sylvia at the door. But I'm not paranoid. I'm sure he didn't leave to avoid talking with me. Of course not. Maharaji said very, very little of substance but a few things stick out: One was that arti isn't just a song. We should really, really udnerstand the significance of the words we're singing. It's not a mantra, it's a real prayer to Guru Maharaj Ji. Yes, yes, I know. This completely flies in the face of the EV FAQs etc. but then this was India, don't forget. House rules and all. Another thing he said was that it was important to find something in life that you can trust beyond reason. Should the sun come up on the wrong side of the world, no matter. You trust that one thing or person so much it wouldn't make a difference. And I'm thinking, 'why? Why in the world would you ever want to allow something to pry away your common sense and reason?' But then I'm fallen, I guess. We monmots do get into some pretty dark places at times. Maharaji also told an absurdly useless story about some swans carring a tortoise out of forest fire by having it hang on to a stick with its mouth. The trick for the tortoise, of course, was to never say anything until he was safely put down. So they fly over some villages and eveyonje claps and waives at the tortoise. The tortoise begins to say thanks or something and .... Now at this point Laurie and I are very discretely, very politely laughing our heads off. I mean no one knew or anything. But, yes, we were laughing. Not as much, though, as when Maharaji came back out with his now quite-pudgy daughter and started leading the troops in some two-aprt Bajan. And there was David Anderson shamelessly hamming it up on the bass and Fuzzbee pulling off riffs for his multi-cultural uni-cult audience. Maharaji sings worse than some dogs I've heard. That was a first for me and hopefully a last. Please. The lights went up and I looked around the room. Was that what's her name? Yes, it was! I said hi to a couple of people. After the initial bonhommies, I noticed that these people weren't used to striking up plain, ol' conversations inthese circumstances. Now I wasn't about to cause a scene, maybe because I didn't want to play into anyone's expectations, (maybe just because there wasn't a big enough audience!). But I was polite. I mentioned to one girl I knew from a million years ago that I was no longer a premie, that I thought we'd gotten involed very young and with a dearth of contextual information. Now I was older and wanted that information and, guess what? I was getting it. That there was a website, ex-premie.org, that acted as a clearing house for all sorts of facts that Maharaji would never want known. She firmly resisted with a somewhat forced smile and I demurred. Forgive me for generalizing, but I noticed a decided sadness in these guys. Really. Back when we rented rooms in the Hotel Vancouver our cult was on the ascendency and we all felt and knew that. We were aprt of something big and that itself brought meaning and enthusiasm. What could it mean that the cult was meeting in cheap rooms like this that even still seemed too big and overblown? People feel these things. It's unavoidable. I felt sorry for them all. There was a coldness to their interaction with each other that I'd kind of forgotten. You know, we reminisce and reminsice but I think at times we -- or I do, anyway -- forget how chilly we could be in this cult. Soem guy started talking with me and it was as if he had a simple service to do and he wasn't doing it and all he got was a bit of a 'hurry up' from his video tech cohort and, well, it was bleak. You like going to these things, Steve? Help yourself. If I lived in Van I would probably go a bunch until I'd crossed paths with all the oldtimers I knew and felt that I'd said at least a little somethging to them all, just so they knew the website was here for them if they were ever interested. One girl (hard to think of them as women, even though we're all so middle-aged now) told me that soon all the premies will be able to watch these broadcasts at home. I said that even though I no longer believe in Maharaji or Knowledge I had to say that at least in the old days we did get to do this shit together. It seemed so sterile now. (I know this somewhat contradicts me earlier observation that we were so often cold with each other, but coolness is at least something, better than nothing, I figure). She told me that a few weeks ago they had a '70's' party. All the premies came with their old medallions and buttons. They showed old videos. What a conversation starter that might ahve been but then this was the girl/woman who had resisted my earlier effort to pry the lid off adn the box remained closed. Afterward, Laurie and I had a fast bite with Steve and a friend of his who was there as well. And that, as they say, was that. Et I did pick up one souvenir, a print out on a meeting in early January, kind of a lunchbag brainstormer, to see how they could get propagation kick-started ......

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Date: Fri, Dec 29, 2000 at 08:43:33 (GMT) From: brian too Email: None To: Jim Subject: I think that we were so cool Message:

to each other because as I recall there was this suspicious vibe amoungst us that no one was measuring up to the alledged bliss potential. We kept each other at arms length because we did not want to get found out. Keep the big smile pasted on ones face at all times and keep up appearances. It is funny that you mentioned this, I had not given much thought to the strange little distance that we cultivated between us back then. This space seemed to get larger the higher up the Premie Food chain one was. I had a very hard time being a good devotee back then, Today I do not feel quite so guilty about that

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Date: Fri, Dec 29, 2000 at 04:11:45 (GMT) From: Jim Email: None To: Jim Subject: A bit more Message:

Laurie's in the other room, still recuperating from our one day of snowboarding. She did better than me in that, quite honestly, I had a hell of a time getting back up after falling every ten seconds. Indeed, I plum gave up. But hell, YOU try it. You've got this board under your feet that's meant to move, not stand still, and that's what it does. It moves. Even reagular boarders can't stand still on the slope, they've got to sit down or unstrap. I wasn't in shape at all for this and, shit .... Like, I was able to get the actual borading a bit, but I can't even think of trying it again until I get in much better shape. Laurie, on the other hand, was a ripper. That's what her kids called her anyway, 'Ripper'. 'Mom's a ripper!' But she was. She was able to get herself back up after falling and the rest, well, they say it takes a few days. But she doesn't look like much of a ripper right now. Ha! You should see her. So tonight, as part of my new fitness regimen, we're going to see the new, highly-acclaimed martial arts flick, 'Crouching Tiger, something-or-other'. That is, if I can wake the Ripper up and get her off the couch. But why am I posting? Just to say this: one thing came through clearer than anything else in Maharaji's discourse, juxtaposed against the confident, strong adventuring spirit of the kids I hung out with up at Whistler. Maharaji cultivated nothing but weakness, cowardice and infantilism in us. Many of us were immature and tentative about the world when we got caught. Well, Maharaji played on that and only made it worse. People who joined with stronger spirits were broken down or somehow co-opted so that they, too, eventually lost all courage and independence. I know this is basic, maybe trite, but it hit me quite strongly yesterday. Maharaji takes people from life and makes them mere voyeurs. Yes, there's a big 'spiritual' tradition that supports this but that's what it is nonetheless. It's babying in the extreme. Much like that classic Nichols and May routine about the jewish astronaut and his cloying mama who has him reduced to baby talk in their goodbye call before he blasts off. Sad, sad, sad.

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Date: Fri, Dec 29, 2000 at 05:43:00 (GMT) From: Susan Email: None To: Jim Subject: great post Jim Message:

Just to say this: one thing came through clearer than anything else in Maharaji's discourse, juxtaposed against the confident, strong adventuring spirit of the kids I hung out with up at Whistler. Maharaji cultivated nothing but weakness, cowardice and infantilism in us good stuff, interesting insights

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Date: Fri, Dec 29, 2000 at 04:26:50 (GMT) From: Jim Email: None To: Jim Subject: Nicols and May's 'Mother and Son' Message:

This may be the link. Don't know, as it doesn't work on my computer for some reason, but it's worth a try if it's the same routine: Mother and Son

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Date: Fri, Dec 29, 2000 at 19:07:38 (GMT) From: bill Email: None To: Jim Subject: Good insights James.-nt Message:

xdfh

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Date: Fri, Dec 29, 2000 at 01:06:07 (GMT) From: Steve Quint Email: the_avenger55@hotmail.com To: Jim Subject: So I went to the Satellite Video Event last night Message:

I just want to add that I concur with Jim's observations. Attendance was lower than expected. He made a total fool of himself (m, not Jim). He looked like he was squirming in his chair. And the singing - towards the end I actually heard some loud banging on the side wall of the room - I was expecting baying dogs any second. The lord? The Indian audience looked infinitely happier than he did. Jim said it's because they don't know he's a fake and he does. Ignorance is bliss. Steve

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Date: Thurs, Dec 28, 2000 at 22:13:50 (GMT) From: Joe Email: None To: Jim Subject: So I went to the Satellite Video Event last night Message:

Jim, Thanks for your observations. I don't know if I could have stomached being there. I suggest you make every effort to attend the propogation meeting. I'm sure you would have a number of helpful suggestions. I think selling the Elan Vital newsletter door-to-door, setting up a giant picture of Maharaji in the park and yelling that the Lord is here, and organizing another 'most significant event in human history' event are the most promising, don't you?

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Date: Thurs, Dec 28, 2000 at 23:12:54 (GMT) From: bill Email: None To: Joe Subject: Thanks for the laugh Jimmie. nt Message:

fgh

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Date: Thurs, Dec 28, 2000 at 22:30:20 (GMT) From: Monmot Email: None To: Joe Subject: Hooking for the Lord Message:

A synchronized team of Holy Whores for the Lord could not only progagate Knowledge, but the species as well (now that's synchronization IMO). I suppose those darker-haired sacred prostitutes (men and women alike) could don blonde wigs so Maharaji would feel most comfortable with this tool of propagation. Donnez-moi un big break. What a mess.

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Date: Thurs, Dec 28, 2000 at 21:30:02 (GMT) From: SB Email: None To: Jim Subject: As sad as it gets, well, it can get even worse Message:

Thanks for your post. Happy to see you here again. I missed your posts, really, while you were gone. The description of your time at the Satellite Event reminds me once more of the luck we had leaving the cult, since I realize many are not going to make it out. Your post clearly express the sadness of the cult today, even taht you placed humor at times narrating it. I left about a year a go and being that my memories are still fresh it makes my stomach sick. Strong emotions surfaced reading your post. I feel very resentful still. I am very angry at Rawat, and indirectly to his troop. I was one of the premies in charge of presenting such Satellite Events and I remember well what a sacrifice really taht ment, because how he'd put it so many times: What else can be more important than being there, listening to the Living Perfect Master? So much was given up, by me and the others 'participants'/servants to be there, 'religiously' every time. He kept us busy like hell... almost every week. So much work and so hard to accomodate responsibilities, family, etc. with the Living Lord asking you for help. To try to amiliorate the guilt for not attending when the events occurred with justifications why I couldn't do it in a particular ocassion was in vane, because then, in a phone conference I would be then reminded taht if I didn't put him/K first, I was LOST, not clear, as David Smith and others put it. You better be there was the hidden message. To me there was no choice. Imagine, 9-10 premies left in a community that used to be one of the largest ones. The Lord is here kept me going ,slaving for him and forced me psichologically to be there. Oh yes, I am very resentful still. How much easier could have been for me if he told us the truth. I would have never participated on the Elan Vital scam for 5-6 years. Rawat must be exposed as much as possible at this site and be reminded (HE READS THIS SITE, I BET) of how much pain and sadness he has inflicted upon 'his' premies and what a sad loser he is. We here can remind him of the pain he inflicts presently and taht it SHOULD stop. He doesn't want to give up the title, eh? Too bad. I am aware of the statue of limitations Jim. I am going for the jugular. I will use my aggressive personality and resources to do what I can, personally, to expose him to the world if possible. Any ex-premie who left recently should do the same. It's up to us to do something, if we want to, of course. I have to get up everyday and be reminded of how well he fhuqed up my life. It is not easy to enjoy life after exiting the cult, not easy. I am a recent ex, time will help, I hear. I hear others like you who apparently went on with their lives. Enjoy life? Possible, but the strenght are not there at times and that hurts because I know with absolute certainty that it is not solely my fault, but his irresponsability also. The brainwashing received is simply too powerful. Thanks again for sharing with us what you saw. Love, SB

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Date: Thurs, Dec 28, 2000 at 21:52:41 (GMT) From: Lesley Email: None To: SB Subject: Pounding a nail in your head Message:

Remember how he used to go on about how teachers pounded a nail in your head and he took it out? Well, when I finally questioned the heart/mind split, the nail he had pounded into my head came out. As Anth said, sometime recently, brain healing seems to be on automatic just like body healing. When the deep dark hole carved into my psyche by the fucker aches, I think of it as an old wound that is healing.

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Date: Fri, Dec 29, 2000 at 01:43:15 (GMT) From: SB Email: None To: Lesley Subject: Pounding a nail in your head Message:

I take your post as a tip. Right? :) Believe me, I am trying very hard to heal because I DO realize considering what he took away from me, he got enough. Now needs to be my time. Such a circumstance that of some of us... When I left it became obvious that all rawat said about being a slave was exactly the opposite: I was free when I crossed paths with him and became a slave of his false promises. Is time for him to free his left premies. They do not belong to him. I feel like swering but I'm not going to do it tonight. RAWAT SUCKS!! Lesley, did you used other/s names here? Chau Thanks. SB

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Date: Fri, Dec 29, 2000 at 21:05:50 (GMT) From: Lesley Email: None To: SB Subject: The slaves are revolting Message:

It always makes me giggle, that phrase, childish, I know, but the double meaning of revolting makes me giggle! Empathy, more than advice, but yes, thinking of it as an old wound that is healing makes it easier for me. I agree with you, it is time to shake the palace walls. Just one ex makes such an impact. All the best, Lesley, aka Lotus Eater.

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Date: Thurs, Dec 28, 2000 at 19:24:37 (GMT) From: Way Email: None To: Jim Subject: Did you leave anything in the donations box? Message:

I remember Stuart. He put gardenia oil along the window sills of our ashram. He caught me laughing about it. Our community in the 70's was always a warm, friendly one. The satsang meeting was always very pleasant and soothing. Maharaji doesn't really know how to run a cult or he would have strengthened community bonds instead of breaking them. Very powerful. The cold atmosphere only started here when the video programs were held at impersonal, public locations and all the premies were actually instructed not to speak. Bad, bad move, guru. Don't you know premies love to hear themselves blabber on and on, just as much as you do? That 70's party is very interesting. Who brought the charanumrit? Was it BYOB, bring you own barogon? I bet Maharaji misses the old days, but they're gone forever. The future looks drier and drier, unless Rawat really freaks out and starts up with the weapon-stockpiling option. If you or Steve attend the promogation meeting, please let us know what ideas they come up with. I can't think of a single one!

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Date: Fri, Dec 29, 2000 at 04:36:51 (GMT) From: Jim Email: None To: Way Subject: No but I dropped my card in for the lunch draw Message:

Interesting, Way. You're probably right. Maharaji's turned the thermostat down on these guys. Poor, poor premies. I won't be going to that propagation meeting because I'm back in Victoria now. Besides, that kind of encounter would indeed get ugly. How could I help but be disruptive? I couldn't. Not in their eyes anyway. I wonder if the 70's party included any mention of the five British Columbia premies (that I know of) who killed themselves in '74 and '5, or of Mahatma Tejeshwarand turning one of our two ashrams into his own private harem for a few months. Did they reminsice about our Lord of the Universe parades? What? What was their take, what was their spin? I truly would have loved to have been there for that one.

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Date: Thurs, Dec 28, 2000 at 19:41:16 (GMT) From: Steve Quint Email: the_avenger55@hotmail.com To: Way Subject: Did you leave anything in the donations box? Message:

I didn't see him put anything in the donations box but I was waiting for him a long time while he lingered in the room. I was about to call a deprogrammer. Steve

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Date: Thurs, Dec 28, 2000 at 18:22:07 (GMT) From: Marianne Email: None To: Jim Subject: Words to Arti? Message:

Jim: Congratulations on having gotten into the satellite event. Next time they'll have armed security to keep you out! I am most impressed that M mentioned arti. Could someone please post the words in this thread, or a link to where it can be found? Those who are unfamiliar with its intensely devotional language are in for a real treat. Who said this guy no longer touts himself as the Lord of the Universe? Read the words to arti and figure it out for yourself. I found a net site about EV events in Ireland, Jim. What do you think? They don't know me over there.... Happy New Year, and thanks for taking the plunge. I understand there's a coordinated effort for exes to attend as many video and live events as possible in 2001. Marianne

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Date: Thurs, Dec 28, 2000 at 18:51:51 (GMT) From: Joy Email: None To: Marianne Subject: Words to Arti Message:

Hi Marianne. The words to Arti can be found in the Nuts and Bolts section of this website. But here they are below, to refresh people's memory (I sung this every day for many years). I think it's outrageous that he STILL uses this ancient devotional song to portray himself as Lord of the Universe (in disguise). Enjoy Ireland, you lucky dog! (P.S. Good post, Jim!) * * * Guru Brahma, Guru Vishnu, Guru Devo-Maheshwara, Guru sakshat, Param Brahma tas mai Shri Guru vai namaha. Dhyana mulam guru murti, Puja mulam guru paduka Mantra mulam guru vakyam, Moksha mulam guru kripa. Meditation begins in the form of our master, Adoration begins at the feet of our lord, Concentration begins in the words of our master, Liberation begins in the grace of our lord. Jai Gurudev Maharaj Ji Your glory fills the world Protector of the weary and the weak You bring the death of attachment You bring the mind true detachment Save us from the ocean deep Jai Dev, Jai Satgurudev Creator, Preserver, Destroyer Bow their heads and pray to You All bow and pray to You Scriptures sing Your glory Heaveny hosts sing Your praises Your virtues are ever true Jai Dev, Jai Satgurudev Chanting, fasting, charity, austerity never bring you knowledge of the soul will never reveal your soul without the grace of satguru without the Knowledge of Satguru rites and rituals never reach the goal Jai Dev, Jai Satgurudev In the river of bondage to maya All are swept out to sea All are sinking in the depths of the sea Guru's boat is the holy name Guru's ship is the holy word In seconds he has set us free Jai Dev, Jai Satgurudev Anger, desire, attachments Rob us of eternal life Take away our heavenly life Satguru gives us true Knowledge Satguru is eternal Knowledge The sword that kills our problem life Jai Dev, Jai Satgurudev Religions harp their own glories Call to follow their own path Welcome me to follow their own way The essence of all was revealed The seed of all was revealed I walk on the true way today Jai Dev, Jai Satgurudev Nectar from Satguru's feet is Holy and it cleans us of our sins So sacred in cleaning us of sin When he speaks, darkness flies away When he speaks, darkness cannot stay Doubts removed, new life then begins Jai Dev, Jai Satgurudev Mine, thine, Heart, Time Give them to the lotus feet of love Give them to the lotus feet of the Lord Give yourself to Satguru Sacrifice yourself to Satguru Be united with the blissful Truth Jai Dev, Jai Satgurudev Bible, Gita, the Koran Sing the glory of Your Name They all sing the glory of Your Name Angels sing Your great glory Heavenly hosts sing Your praises They find no end to Your fame Jai Dev, Jai Satgurudev Desires have robbed me and left me Trapped in the darkness of the night Yes, they've trapped me in the darkness of the night Guru gives holy Name and Light Guru gives Holy Name and Sight Cross the ocean by His Love and Light Jai Dev, Jai Satgurudev Many past forms you have taken Now we have come in your control Again You have come to save the soul In this time of darkness To lead Your devotees from darkness You have come as Hansa the pure soul Jai Dev, Jai Satgurudev Come to the shelter of Guru's grace Come with your heart and your soul Bring Him your heart and your soul Cross the worldly ocean Cross it by your devotion And attain the supreme goal Jai Dev, Jai Satgurudev Jai Gurudev Maharaj Ji Your glory fills the world Protector of the weary and the weak You bring the death of attachment You bring the mind true detachment Save us from the ocean deep Jai Dev, Jai Satgurudev Our Lord is the maker of all things created He keeps them and brings them all home to his word Our Lord is the superior power in person I bow down before such a wonderful Lord. Twameva Mata, chaa pita twameva Twameva bhandu chaa sukha twameva Twamev vidya dravinam twameva Twamev sarvam muma deva deva Twamev sarvam muma deva deva Twamev sarvum muma deva deva You are my mother and you are my father you are my brother and you are my friend you are riches, you are wisdom You are my all, my lord to me. You are riches, You are wisdom You are my all, my Lord to me. Guru Maharaj Ji, my life is within You From You I was born and to You now I go Forever I'm Yours, my longing is endless This heart of mine aches to be one with You Forever I'm Yours, my longing is endless This heart of mine aches to be one with You Wherever I look, Your face is before me Your golden Love melts all my troubles away I give You my heart, for in You it will mellow Maharaj Ji my Lord, my life is Your play I give You my heart, for in You it will mellow Maharaj Ji my Lord, my life is Your play Oh wondrous Lord, my Guru Mahraj Ji Your grace is a river which flows on and on You fill my heart with Your Love overflowing Let me come home find my rest at Your feet You fill my heart with Your Love overflowing Let me come home find my rest at Your feet Twameva Mata, chaa pita twameva Twameva bhandu chaa sukha twameva Twamev vidya dravinam twameva Twamev sarvam muma deva deva Twamev sarvam muma deva deva Twamev sarvum muma deva deva Tasmey Shri, Guru Deva Deva Guru Vishnu, Guru Deva Oh my Guru Maharaji, you are all powerfull, there is nothing in this world you cannot do, you can do everything, kindly save me, kindly protect me, and thank you my Lord for everything.

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Date: Fri, Dec 29, 2000 at 01:21:36 (GMT) From: Salam Email: None To: Joy Subject: Amazing, can not remember a word of it Message:

and I sang it nearly every day for years.

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Date: Thurs, Dec 28, 2000 at 20:28:59 (GMT) From: Disculta Email: None To: Joy Subject: Warning, do not read Joy's post! Message:

I found myself in the kitchen making ghee candles with the ends of my used Q-tips!

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Date: Thurs, Dec 28, 2000 at 20:46:22 (GMT) From: Roger eDrek Email: drek@oz.net To: Disculta Subject: Fear not! Cleanse yourself with Larkin's Arti Message:

Larkin's Arti

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Date: Thurs, Dec 28, 2000 at 22:56:38 (GMT) From: Music Critic Email: None To: Roger eDrek Subject: Is the arti music online? I need it for...... Message:

Our Lord to Dance to.....

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Date: Thurs, Dec 28, 2000 at 20:54:35 (GMT) From: Disculta Email: None To: Roger eDrek Subject: Phew! Thanks Drekko! nt Message:

nt

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Date: Thurs, Dec 28, 2000 at 18:33:48 (GMT) From: Selene Email: None To: Marianne Subject: Words to Arti? Message:

http://www.ex-premie.org/pages/arti.htm Hi Marianne, Enjoy Ireland. Personally I would think there would be much better things to do than attend one of those things, unless you need a reminder of why you left, which I doubt you do. Jim's description of the premie interaction was a lot like I remember it a few years ago, only he was being kind I think.

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Date: Thurs, Dec 28, 2000 at 18:06:41 (GMT) From: Steve Quint Email: the_avenger55@hotmail.com To: Jim Subject: I Finally Got To Meet The Great Jim Message:

I like funerals too, Jim. Don't put down my eclectic tastes. Steve

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Date: Thurs, Dec 28, 2000 at 20:25:06 (GMT) From: Roger eDrek Email: drek@oz.net To: Steve Quint Subject: I met Jim Heller, too. What a let down! Message:

You're expecting this mean, loudmouth 100% asshole and then there he is and he's rather pleasant and considerate and his girlfriend is a babe. Although, his bodyguards are a bit intimidating.

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Date: Fri, Dec 29, 2000 at 01:11:19 (GMT) From: Steve Quint Email: the_avenger55@hotmail.com To: Roger eDrek Subject: I met Jim Heller, too. What a let down! Message:

Don't say that. We should be keeping up the image of six-foot two 250 pound Big Jim. Steve

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Date: Sat, Dec 30, 2000 at 03:00:32 (GMT) From: Tom's imagination Email: None To: Steve Quint Subject: 250 lbs yes, though not so tall(nt) Message:

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