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From left to right:Gyanyoganand, Umesh Da's brother I think (forgot his name), can't see (Vedpraktanand?), Gurucharnanand, Rajeshwar, Adharanand No it does not look like Ron Geaves behind 2nd and 3rd ones. -- Mike
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a prize for the mahatmas , Mike but no cigar as it is Ron, I'm sure.
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Yep, I thought it was Geaves too. He looks more like Geaves than the guy to his right looks like N S Jones but that guy could possibly be NSJ, nonetheless. The partially concealed guy to his right looks like peter lee, maybe? If we get them right and come up with an appropriate conversation caption ...is there a prize? 
Modified by Dermot at Mon, Apr 10, 2006, 12:39:14
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could be a guy called 'big Dave'? from Scotland....
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he went off with Mata /ji as I recall
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yes that rings a bell, some people were drawn to her ...
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If we get them right and come up with an appropriate conversation caption ...is there a prize?Of course - a bottle of vintage home made wine (winner collects), but the caption has to make me laugh. John.
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Though I reserve the right to make multiple entries if I think of a pearler, haha... The guy facing Geaves is saying to him " Jesus H Christ Geavsey...we'll need an airbrush for this one in 30 years time"
Modified by Dermot at Mon, Apr 10, 2006, 15:34:25
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in the third row with the confused, serious look (the one right next to Rajeswaranand's head in the pic)is saying over and over to himself in mantra like fashion: " Leave no room for doubt in your mind...leave no room for doubt in your mind...leave no room for doubt in your mind.. "
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of the hammer...... isn't that fakiranand?
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Rajeshwar taught me how to cook "oh-neeons and eskwasha" Great fun in the kitchen
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Shame, shame, Rajeshwar! Is that a pita in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?
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congratulations!
Modified by LP at Mon, Apr 10, 2006, 07:56:07
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Recognize 'em all, but can only name the guy in the middle with a button on each tit (but everybody knows him). The one on the extreme left was called something to do with yoga, since his speciality was giving cosmic satsang. I can remember him wowing the P of P premies a couple of times. His satsang was clear, articluate and (given the topic), quite coherent.
The guy at the other end was his opposite: mumbling and incoherent with a heavy Indian accent. He one time went on a tour with the Satguru Has Come movie, and never failed to evoke indignant howls to "get on with it" when he gave satsang before the movie at public programs. I had a knowledge review from the guy on the left in a suit. He fancied himself something of a Bible expert, and carried around a copy all the time. He said rawat had told him to memorize it or read it 500 times or some such nonesense. With his western suit and all, he could perhaps have gone far in rawat's corporate religion. Last I heard of him he had grabbed all the money he could lay his hands on in an ashram somewhere in Europe (Italy?), and done a bunk. Maybe he was fed up with just posing as a thoroughly modern hindu. The western guy Ron to me. rgj
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hi! rg ji ..........re: guy in suit in front on left .....Umesh Dhar?
Modified by LP at Mon, Apr 10, 2006, 17:19:59
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You could very well be correct. I just can't remember, except that it wasn't a normal "anand"-type mahatma name. rgj
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That was the peace march through London from Marble Arch, down Park Lane, to somewhere or other, can't remember where now. Can't remember which year either. We all met up at Speaker's Corner in Hyde Park, & I recall thinking that whoever it was up on his soapbox that Sunday, pontificating, was absolutely demented. Just goes to show it takes one to know one.
His satsang was clear, articluate and (given the topic), quite coherent.
Reading the two satsangs which accompany the photo, it occurs to me that the explanation for the fakir trick which they offer, ie religious syncretism with the idea of the Incarnation, is much more appealing than the present day feelgood approach taken by the Master of Lies. The body of the beast gradually faded, just like that of the Cheshire Cat, leaving only the Grin, which was the adulation of the Perfect Master, then even that vanished into the nothingness of the Motivational Speaker.
I can't see why Premelzebub finds his early youth so embarrassing. At least in those days he didn't need to glad handle degenerate old Italian politicians, in order to prove to the world that he was someone special.
I think the guy with the catflap moustache was an American whose name I can't..........
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the one on the left is special instead of a banner as the rest of them, he's got a banner with a floppy disk , a printer , a link icons , oh man.... maybe he comes from our present days, and it was the future then, like a time traveller, or what...?
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