Date: Thurs, Mar 25, 1999 at 14:50:05 (EST)
From: Nim
Email: None
To: Everyone
Subject: The day Wadi Sue ran away
Message:
This story is dedicated to COLIN NEIBURGER of the Amtext office in Miami. Without his inspiration I wouldn't even have the heart to tell it.
Neiburger was the one who referred to me as the 'dog face buyer from Canada.' I only have one question about that today.
Did m ask him to do it?
Neiburger himself, is the resident circus freak fat boy head fucking artist at the office, relishing his role as the resident office rottweiler, while bemoaning his incurable obesity so as to garner the sympathy of his victims.
Trust me on this one. He's truly worthy of this dedication.
I hope he enjoys it!
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Introduction
On May 11, 96 as I have already recalled on these pages, I attended what was billed as an 'intimate party with Maharaji' at his Malibu residence, for the premie book buyers associated with Amtext and its office staff.
For those of you who missed our discussion on Amtext last November here on the forum, let me attempt a brief introduction.
Amtext is a twenty year old company whose president, pwk Chuck Nathan, has described m as being the company's 'sole beneficial owner'
Now there are quite a few fine points that could be brought into the picture here, if we really wanted to probe the true meaning of m being the sole beneficial owner of Amtext. But that would only delay unnecessarily the telling of this story, so we can always have that discussion some other time.
For now, suffice to say that being the sole beneficial owner of Amtext, has brought m an average of over $1,000,000,000 a year for the last twenty years. I believe he's very fond of Amtext and everyone involved.
Please keep in mind that not one cent of this money goes to propagation/dissemination. The Amtext pwk's are very proud of the fact, that their efforts are dedicated to supporting the 'personal needs ' of m and his family. Its their greatest honor. I know... I was one of them.
And it was to show us his 'personal appreciation', as only he can, that m invited us to the residence on May,11, 96.
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The Story
Most of the guests for the party were staying at the Wyndham hotel at LAX.
After a series of roll calls and sign ins (there were a total of four before we we even arrived at the residence, where we had still another sign in ahead of us once the gates to the residence were actually opened) we were organized into vans for the trek up to Malibu.
The party was slated to start at 4:00pm sharp ,not a minute sooner. By the time my van arrived, there were around 80 of the 150 guests who had already arrived. We were just standing around,wating for the gates to open, when Wadi Sue pulled into the driveway in her little mercedes.
I believe everyone there wanted to treat her with the respect befitting 'Maharaji's daughter'. There was no crowding around her car... in fact we just stayed where we were, so as to give Wadi her 'space', everyone just smiling in her direction from wherever we were standing.
As Wadi got out of her car, she treated us all to a display of freakery, that must have come straight out of ' The Twilight Zone.'
She emerged from her car with this expression of total terror on her face. She looked at the group of us, with this look of horror and contempt, as if she was looking at a gang of Jagdeos   or something. And then she ran away disappearing on this trail that goes by the side of the house. We never saw her again that day.
Of course, who the fuck would want to see her after that, anyways?!
I immediately put it out of my mind ,when it happened. Wasn't going to let it spoil my 'intimate' moment with Maharaji.
Besides as every premie dam well knows, that feeling that Wadi expressed to her dad's premies as she got out of her car could in no way reflect m's own feelings for his premies. Could they?
No way. Besides it cost me $1,000 dollars to get there.
Fuck Wadi Sue, It was party time with Maharaji.!!


Perhaps she has no way of relating to premies like they are normal people?
I guess thats why dad is letting her assume a more significant place in his organization. Who knows , maybe she feels more comfortable relating to premies when she can speak to them from the pedestal of being up on the same stage with m.
Who cares? If you ask me, those Rawats are one sick fuck of a family.
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