Oh, my friend, I agree with you others beliefs are sacroscant, but Iforgot to mention one thing that I can
never forget:  I used to drive that fleet
of cars you bought – the ugly baby blue Plymouths – around the east coast, Midwest
and Colorado with Mahatma Jagdeo as my passenger.  He would up raping the children of the
premies we visited.  He would fly in on
tours I was on with Mahatma Parlokananand. 
And we’d have to cook Indian food and drive them and then massage them
at night.  It was the eeeeekiest thing I
have ever done before or since.  Jagdeo
would give me that one-eyed smile and we’d play tennis and visit these little
outposts where a visit of a mahatma was the biggest thing EVER.  Like in little towns in the Midwest where
there wasn’t an ashram, maybe a “premie center” where the family worked and did
prachar and the husband would take off work as Mahatma was coming and turn
their house upside down for his stay.  I
feel sick thinking about it.  One of the victims is a poster.  I'll let her pick up the details.  I think you better consider the 14-point letter and your responses.  But I give you a total pass.  Love you and don't care a bit about any of this.  I'm free.