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Simian first technique
Well, that didn't work. Sorry about that!
Modified by Padre Mickey at Mon, Sep 26, 2016, 14:57:42
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Them monkeys is Mahatmas and Bais. I got my eyes poke by Sulakshna Bai muchos años pasados.
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She caught on quickly that I could be loose with ashram funds when it came to buying things for traveling Bais and Mahatmas. She hit me up three times for silk blouses circa 1975/76.
Modified by lakeshore at Wed, Sep 28, 2016, 04:34:16
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I can hear it now, yet another phony plug for Knowledge: - Same thing Jesus, Buddha and Krishna revealed. - Energy cannot be created and cannot be destroyed. "The energy that moves the atom moves you." (light, sound, vibration and that stupid fourth one that never made any sense). - He's truly a genius. Did you know he flies his own jet? And now... - It's so ancient and fundamental to life that primates did it long before human beings even evolved. It's really that simple!
Modified by lakeshore at Wed, Sep 28, 2016, 04:49:36
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Modified by cq at Wed, Sep 28, 2016, 14:03:01
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that's the stupid fourth one. see hear feel and taste.
it's the fifth technique for smell that he left out.
Let's face it, what's the chance of finding God if you can't get your nose involved.
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Apparently THE Knowledge contained 9 techniques, although I don't think it's called the k in Hindi. I'm pretty sure prem and the cronies made it the K word for the english speakers. It was Raj Yoga when I was introduced, self knowledge was a description of what was meant to transpire. But Guru-ji didn't mention that the original technique bundle handed down through the centuries contained 9 techniques, not 4........ let me remind you Prem that is less than 50%.
Once I heard of the 9, I came to the conclusion that he practiced 9 techniques and handed out 4, just enough to get us under the spell but leaving out the self empowerment phase, in case someone became bigger than their boots and challenged him ( 'bout anything at all). It could also be that he has hardly any idea of another 5 techniques, maybe he received and sells the mini version that had already been abbreviated for modern times and thoroughly modern paying westerners. Make up as many versions of reality might fit that fact as you like, bets are on the most unlikely and bizarre scenario being the truth.
One thing, these techniques always seem to be a means to an end, a flailing around in our frail humanity unable or too afraid to just be a speck in the eye of god -we seek powers. Power over mind, circumstance, our reactions, other people. Remember the book" how to win friends and influence people"? still a big seller I believe. Prem probably read it. I had a boyfriend who loved that book. I refused to read it at the time because I was uncomfortable with the idea of being manipulative.I was young and naive, looking around now it seems the entire culture is either manipulated or manipulating. I might try and read it now just to see how the hell these power hungry people think they will get one over me.
I thought I was practising meditation that was revealing my inner essence to me. I revered the guru because he was my saviour my redeemer. However the mire of maya got bigger and deeper and more confusing the closer in I got. The organisation was and still is deeply weird. People that fall off the merry go round are hardly even mentioned again.They sort of evaporate very quickly out of the group consciousness, then you find yourself asking one day 10 years down the track, whatever happened to that lovely woman in the ashram.... Bizarro. Even more bizarre that I allowed myself to be so subjugated. When I look back it seems crazy that I stuck with a crowd who in the end weren't even able to ask direct questions and expect answers from their/my so called teacher. At the time it had formed a bit of grit, irritating me occasionally, but how numb and in total avoidance of cognitive dissonance I was as 'questions' changed to 'expressions' to not see that particular rule for what it was
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I read here somewhere that Rawat's dad packaged these particular four techniques into a four pack and named it Knowledge sometime in the 1940's. So much for ancient. I read that at about the same time as I read that Rawat knew he was perfect master when he heard a voice in his head saying "you are he." Must be why he declared (in a rented or borrowed room) at the United Nations in NYC that "I am me."
Modified by lakeshore at Wed, Sep 28, 2016, 17:34:22
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See how they run like pigs from a gun ,see how they fly....
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I too thought I was meditating to uncover my inner essence. Even after I ex'ed, for a while I thought meditation and inner essence were somehow connected, and that besides the guru's crock, there was something of value that just happened to look a bit like the guru's crock. But I'm getting close to settling on the whole thing is about subjugation and manipulation. Nothing else. All these instructions on how to be...
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yeah, I'm with you Suzy, I don't like manipulating people and never have.
the word denial is used for two very different things, imo. one is deliberate. I didn't say I was the messiah, I didn't steal your money, I wasn't smoking or drinking, I didn't eat the last chocolate, the dog did.
The other is the sort Elizabeth Kubler Ross talked about. He isn't dead. It didn't happen. A stepping away from facts to manage emotional pain. It's not deliberate, it just happens on automatic.
As a premie one part of my brain was putting the facts together, inevitably leading to the day when I realised Prem Rawat had been deceiving me and another part of my brain was switching this off as a form of pain control.
The more resourced you are the more you can continue to form the picture. The more satsang you attend the more time you spend in that foggy state of denial. you can't help it.
Modified by lesley at Thu, Sep 29, 2016, 17:01:48
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"As a premie one part of my brain was putting the facts together, inevitably leading to the day when I realised Prem Rawat had been deceiving me and another part of my brain was switching this off as a form of pain control." So I drop in for a quick catch-up and within seconds I come across another gem. Exactly, Leslie! And Rawat has the audacity to call the painful conflict he puts people in "peace." It was when I nearly snapped as a result of precisely that, the mismatch between the genuine-ness of people I worked with and the un-wellness of premies who'd practiced Knowledge for decades... the fractured dis-integration I felt due to the conflict of my very real daily life and the la la land of "Maharaji's world"... that brought me to my knees in a verbal shout of "This isn't peace!!"
Modified by lakeshore at Sun, Oct 02, 2016, 16:15:14
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Yes, I remember thinking many of the people I worked with seemed quite content, without needing a guru. I wondered if 'enlightenment' was simply becoming like them, overcoming the need for some superior reason for existence.
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Dang 13! In my early days, this would be a three page-er. I wondered every day how these non-premie co-workers could be so friendly, funny, accepting and just plain human under stress -- without Knowledge! -- people I respected and wanted to be friends with. Then I'd go to a video event... suffocating, stiff and confining, utterly unable to speak freely: walking on eggshells to not be judged. As I said to Lesley, I'm in the midst of a big project at work and the laser beams of wisdom here help keep me going. Thank you!
Modified by lakeshore at Mon, Oct 03, 2016, 17:46:43
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I must admit when I read that book, in my 30's and a premie, I struggled to finish it, all he does is tell the same story over and over again I thought. I'm guessing I was too young to follow the underlying themes of the book - it's such a classic, it can't really be that lacking in content. I haven't read it since, but I have thought about it a lot over the years.
Big battle with the cat this morning. She wanted food and I wanted her not to dig her paws into me to get it - we both had right on our side and it went off. It was remarkable to find us sitting so peaceful in a pool of early morning sunshine such a short time later.
we might have had the same battle before, but a direction is unfolding which we are both happy with. and in the meantime principles have been reaffirmed, trust has been maintained and experience has developed.
I like to remember back to that moment as a premie when I too spontaneously said it out loud - all this Knowledge and meditating isn't bringing me peace, I'm at war with myself!
Once out of the cult I took any two conflicting beliefs I had and put them in one room to fight it out. There was a backlog to do for all the years I was a premie.
I think it's just there in us. The processes of making peace are on automatic and idiosyncratic. We really didn't need a guru at all. Yes I might have had uncertainty and two or more lines of thought going with conflicting ideas but in the end one has to trust that they will come together in peace because they are all compatible, not in conflict with reality. Put them together and they make better than one. Instead I got Rawat's message fouling up the works til I was stressed from inner conflict.
What a fluff piece that 'Ambassador of Peace' turns out to be in the face of life.
um. can you talk about the project, Bob? is it as interesting as playing bridge?
Modified by lesley at Mon, Oct 03, 2016, 20:18:02
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It goes without saying that that is a wonderful, inspiring post: "principles have been reaffirmed, trust has been maintained and experience has developed... to find us sitting so peaceful in a pool of early morning sunshine such a short time later." Lessons from a cat. Our little fellow likes to step on my bare foot with one of its hind legs and dig his claws in -- a highly effective way of non-verbal shouting, I suppose. And I know all about those mealtime scratches on ankles. So being unemployed after I gave up the pathetic profession of hawking houses, I applied as a pizza and sandwich maker at the hole-in-the-wall down the road. They couldn't offer enough hours. Sos I drives down to the next traffic light and get hired part time in a classic small town office a couple of small ticks above minimum wage. So when the town approves a new town office building -- and you know what they say about **it flows down hill -- I find myself as a totally inexperienced general contractor for a 6,000 sq. ft. commercial office building, the design, technology infrastructure, hiring and scheduling all the trades, furniture, relocation, etc. -- still a tick or so above minimum wage. We're moving in in a little over a month and I'm loving every minute of the challenge, kinda like happily paying my dues to the humanity I abandoned as a premie. Marginally as interesting as bridge.
Modified by lakeshore at Tue, Oct 04, 2016, 17:34:35
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yes well that does strike me as an absorbing and interesting endeavour. good for you, Lakeshore. 
There was a time in my life when I would fall asleep on the sofa. wake up, feed the cat on the way to bed. So one time I notice I am leaving bloody footprints behind me and that's when I realised my puss had taken to sticking her claw into my toe to wake me up. I must have been really fast asleep that time.
So that was that. No more clawses tolerated at all she wasn't dying of starvation was she! But then after my leg was operated on it was sore and she discovered she could wake me up by walking with heavy paws on it.
So now I have insisted the whole concept of waking me up by inflicting pain has to go. and I do believe she is prepared to be tolerant of my oddly non-feline ways.
which goes to show what a nice cat she is and in her maturity still learning how to be more primate-friendly. meanwhile I have had a 'grasshopper you have become my graduate' moment with my bridge teacher, Pat. It was so funny, we were all in shock, happened last week. No doubt she'll be back to shredding me to pieces again this week, I hope so.
I am invincible. I chanted the Om mantra 3 times this morning.
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My cat always wakes me up at 4 or 5 in the morning for something to eat and then to be let outside. I am not always prompt with my replies, so on those nights when my 4 year old is sleeping over, she goes straight for his face and starts meowing loudly. I am up in a flash to serve its bidding. That cat has no morals!!!!
Modified by swimming free at Thu, Oct 06, 2016, 15:42:28
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My friends are back from Austrailia now. I think rather than verbally attack them, I'm gonna bet gentile. They are old, and I love them. They know the've been duped, but I sure don't want to be the bringer of embarerassment. I guess they know I'm always here if they want to stop riding the train.
Modified by auggie55 at Thu, Oct 06, 2016, 21:54:12
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I guess we all assumed that you are gentile!
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that's very smart of her - advanced emotional intelligence in the paws of a cat.
I think cats might be more intelligent than us in some ways. I'm glad my cat is so kindhearted and friendly!
Modified by lesley at Fri, Oct 07, 2016, 04:01:29
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Oh Lesley... my nose was deeply involved: so far up Rawat's and every mahatma, bai and higher-up's, er, kiester that I still can't wipe it clean. Few things in life feel better than picking oneself up, dusting oneself off and reclaiming dignity after such a fall from everything that was good about ourselves before we crossed paths with Rawat. To you and others, I apologize for being so sporadic lately. I'm so fortunate to once again be up to my neck in a huge project at work that I'm thoroughly enjoying -- as Mike would say, "Without the Guru." Yeah, I'm sure I would have splurged ashram funds on Lark luggage (the "must have" for any self-respecting mahatma/bai/initiator/instructor) for him just as easily as I did for so many others. 
PS, as for those easterners who loved to shop, it's funny how the revisionists tried to portray westerners (the sari brigades and all) as infatuated with all things eastern.
Modified by lakeshore at Wed, Sep 28, 2016, 17:22:00
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glad to hear your sporadicness is due to good things.
I suppose, judging by the other techniques, the nose technique would be to hold it closed with your thumb and forefinger and sniff inwardly.
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Wasn't that what we were compelled to do when we put our heads under a blanket?
And come to think of it, wasn't that one of the most peculiar habits we got into? Me and my little brother spent days with our heads under blankets, but we usually expanded the territory with chairs and cushions and more blankets till we had a covered maze. But we were at primary school age...
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I didn't experience any celestial perfumes indeed I couldn't smell anything. I wished I had kept my beragon and I would have wished for a blanket if i'd thought of it because there was a tendency to worry a bug might fly into my open mouth.
well, once is not enough I tried again. curled up on my sofa - no need for beragon, and not out in the open air. I persevered. I think I must have gone way beyond the 15 minutes. I stopped viewing the lack of ability to smell as an impediment but saw it as a door closing so the door to inner sniffing could open. I became accustomed to the closed nostrils, to such an extent I became reluctant to unclose them.
It was the first time I'd tried to meditate like I did as a premie - things have changed. It was a bit boring to keep trying like that so I tried meditating by approaching it afresh and it was a lot more fun, much better but I still didn't smell a thing.
not to worry I have taken up yoga now. A little group of older women with arthritis, all balancing better than me but it suits me fine, I thought the teacher was excellent. I am looking forward to next week, now I know it's going to happen I won't be too surprised to join in - the class finished with chanting Om. I think it's considered part of the workout, a stretch and bend for the voice. Perhaps it'll bring out the inner sniffer. .. or was that just a silly idea? a blanket maze sounds much more fun.
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i just opened the working link for the first time. Yes, premies will spin this as some sort of evolutionary proof of Knowledge being real. Just thinking about it makes me cringe.
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