Great Lakeshore. I too was doing my best there. Rawat really went for it, angrily describing how worthless the best of us were, unfit to tie his shoelaces or something like that. Many people left the event early in response.
Sadly, I didn't but doubled down. My service there was emptying the rubbish. At the end, I flew to LA, but was so determined to pull my weight I didn't even take the time for a shower. Emptying rubbish in the Florida heat.
I was exhausted. Just caught the plane and though it was pretty full, no-one wanted to sit near me. I had 5 seats to myself at the back and slept like a stinky baby.
That time in Kissimmee, he was so much the dissatisfied Perfect Master, the only one who knew how things ought to be done, the unappreciated Lord - to now claim that was just Hindu religion he had to play along with is utter bollocks.
I should add how I got a shower at last. I arrived in LA knowing no-one there and with very little money. I couldn't find a secluded place to sleep, so decided a safe place to sleep might be in the middle of a huge sports field. Away from everything. Pretty flat and comfy in my sleeping bag. I don't think I had ever seen those huge sprinklers before. Not till just before dawn. Me and everything I owned absolutely drenched and very cold!
