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Great post Lakeshore...good to have you back. And the ever-insightful Lesley, right on point as always. Honestly I hated Charananand. He seemed like a small-minded, spiteful prick with a superiority complex imo. Oh yeah, he could bask in the glow of the stage lights singing his "perfectly translated bhajans". But in real life he always seemed aloof and oddly conflicted. Unless he was being treated like The #1 Devotee that he thought he was...safron robes and all. Maybe he spent an entire lifetime pining for his high school sweetheart ?...I don't know... In the Broad Ripple he was routinely elusive and rude... contemptuous sums up his personality perfectly. But the real reason I am posting is because I have been thinking about human relations, or more precisely human contracts. If you think about it WE were the only ones in this lopsided relationship who took vows or made eternal promises. Well ok...this is a bit of a gray area...but what did he actually promise to deliver besides an amorphous "experience" ? Try taking that argument to Divorce Court or to a Business Dispute. "Well Your Honor, I delivered exactly what my clients expected from me...a vague and subjective set of goals and values...that I reserved the right to change daily, based on my capricious nature... after all, I AM the Lord of the Universe...and you know that comes with a long list of entitlements...you read my manifesto didn't you ? " In reality we took ALL the risks in this emotional arrangement. He offered up no spiritual earnest money or deposit. Oh well, he did say that the purrfect master "eclipsed our efforts in a millisecond" or something like that. He probably just finished watching Star Trek that afternoon... But he always took emphatic steps to remind us that he could "do without us" or "continue on his own" or that "he doesn't need to bend" to our humanness (and our myriad tiresome needs). In short he wrote a one sided contract with infinite fine print that only HE was privileged to interpret and worthy to dispense opinions on. No businessman, statesman or negotiator would submit to such terms...unless it was a complete and utter document of defeat and surrender (there's that S word again...). So, it's not that I read too much into this imaginary compact that we sort of signed...both sides kind of let it go wild with ambiguity... But come on...we passed through spiritual adolescence a long long time ago, didn't we ? Isn't it time to grow up ? I guess Tinkerbell has pity on aging, alcoholic, narcissist gurus. But I can't help but feel concern for my old friends that arrive at Amaroo each year, thinking that Peter Pan can still swing from a star... I'm speechless, well sort of.
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