What I want to say is that the truth is the truth, regardless of the level of damage. We have a right to speak the truth about our lives, and it seems that those who want to deny us that right, and even deny that the truth is the truth, have taken a very dark turn in their lives, where their desire to protect their master has made them abandon respect for the truth.This is the crux of it.
It's impossible for me to know how my life would've turned out if I hadn't gone to London with Frank in Jan 1972 to check out the boy guru who someone had sent an airmail letter from India about. I wasn't in the slightest bit interested in that stuff,I just fancied a day out. It was Frank who never went back though,& me who got hooked.
I suppose you could call it fate if you were so inclined. I was 20 then, & it wasn't until I was 33 that I made a decision about my life which didn't take what I understood to be GMJ's directive to 'never delay in attending satsang' & all the rest, into account.
I was 49 when I cleared the residual garbage out of my system,& that wouldn't've been possible without the internet & EPO.
Its the fact that we were lied to from the beginning which really rankles,not the lost opportunities.But then I consider myself to have been one of the lucky ones. Apart from being broke,everything is ok.
So sue me Rawat: You're a liar,a fraud,a despot,a parvenue,a stealer of souls, & an all round piece of shit.
