Wow!  So much to comment on... corporate "fashion," honcho wannabe, pained smiles, one of his not very good posters, impeccable taste. 

That's how I know the real you between those lines could never thrive in that phony, contrived, artistically starved, feeling-less environment, no matter how hard you tried for so many years.  It's heartwarming to see you being your genuine, creative and unfettered self again. 

There's so much to say about how I abandoned everything I held dear in favor of adopting a sickeningly phony "painful smile" -- and painfully "conscious" -- persona. 

I bought a Silent Dream print and had it mounted and framed for a whopping $400.  Hung it in a prominent place in our tiny condo.  Hid it when we had company.  When I left the cult, I put it in a storage locker in our building's garage where it got moldy over the years.  Tossed it in a dumpster when we moved along with a moldy framed photo of Rawat in his fedora.  Rawat's moldy art and fashion statement dumpsterized in two heaves.  

Speaking of his music, anyone remember the only time he came down from his stage at a Miami Beach Convention Center event to play electric piano and sing... "Swing me.  Swing me.  Swing me... in your beautiful swing." -- about ten very slow tempo times -- followed by a loud harsh curdling scream that sounded like a cross between a hindu chant and a native American war cry?

I sat there believing I was witnessing the creator who'd manifested to sing and Lord over his creation, albeit with an abrasive lack of talent. 

And what bands play at Amaroo events these days?  Or has it been reduced further into cult sanctioned quasi-commercial/devotional syrup with CD's available near the exit?

I didn't realize what a relevant topic the artistically/creatively/fashion challenged nature of the cult is/was.  There's another great Geico commercial in there somewhere... "If you're in a cult, it's what happens to you."

Thanks Suzy!