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Anyone who is 'anyone' would not know anyone who went. N
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Yes, apparently it was full and went splendidly.
Maharaji was on top form.Later there was an after-Event party in which there was much grey hair and maybe feelings that the first generation were feeling their age. Wouldn't like to say, I wasn't there. However, apparently a (very) successful event.
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>> apparently a (very) successful event I wonder how one measures success? How many people went along?
Amount of money raised?
Length of time Rawat spoke?
Length of time Rawat wiggled on stage?
Number of questions allowed?
Decibel level of 'Bholi Shrees'?
Percentage of people reaching permanent salvation?
Number of children finding their absent fathers?
Variety of goods for sale after program?
Lack of parking tickets for misparked cars?
Absence of Glen Whitaker? What?
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No ex-premies handing out leaflets outside
Rawat didn't lose his cool by saying he didn't want to get into a 'pissing contest' with a questioner
Rawat wasn't drunk when speaking or at least didn't appear so
No reporters were allowed in
Rawat's facial blemishes were well disguised by the make-up
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That's how it was reported to me. I think we must all have experience of some events which are/were actually good, or even very good. I attended Ally Pally in 2003, and the first day - a public program - was very good.
The follow-ups were abysmal, with much sycophancy, and that very brave woman challenging Prem on the ashram closures, when he made the celebrated 'pissing contest' statement, which I myself later reported on F7. I think the whole thing about cults is that they have a charismatic leader who manages to tweak people in the right way, maybe talking directly to the heart in a way which we all must sometimes experience with one another. This becomes infiltrated with many ideas of the leader being a supra channel for love, and, with cultural spiritual trappings, they become the idealised representative or personification of the same. The reality is often a person who has spent time some time (in earlier days) in spiritual or yogic practise, such that they definitely seem to impart a sense of spiritual value or aura, which is then fairly commonly tainted later with materialism. I personally tend to think we have some spiritual centre, through which we hear a voice of conscience or some natural teaching presence, but that's a personal opinion. The problem comes when our natural capability becomes merged in thinking with some leader who we then think is we ourself - is the external manifestation of our deep internal being. Of course they never were - they were just inspiring people. The point is to separate such people out from our natural internal processes or spiritual capabilities, if one thinks in such a way (which is an individual perception, and not true for everyone anyway [meaning not everyone would accept this view] ). But it is a fairly good bet that Maharaji will continue to perform some very good and uplifting programs, though - unless people were to see that spiritual value and meaning come really from within us - they will commonly find that, no matter how enjoyable the event, they will be back on their own resources anything from about one hour to a day later.
Modified by Anthony at Sat, Jul 15, 2006, 12:34:42
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I'm still waiting on the other forum for your "balanced view" of Islam, to hear all the positive things about it that you say I can't see because I used to be in a cult. You won't let me down, will you?
Modified by Jim at Sat, Jul 15, 2006, 13:15:21
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Got a chip on both shoulders
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hmm.. well I suppose it is all subjective. Felt generally stressy to me.. parking difficulties , friends not getting in and petty manouvering over seats etc. I thought that M was struggling to say anything. Certainly nothing new (although this is now a point in itself) The 'little lion' story was slowly drawn out and struck me as a time-filler. Something about drops and oceans (again). Felt laboured, a job that had to be done and that M was glad when it was over. So was I. It was lovely to get back out into the sunshine, walk along the pebbles and just walk by the sea.
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How else would a Rawat programme go? When, since time began, was a guru+devotee love-in less than 'successful'? Not even the Houston 1973 fiasco failed remotely, if you ask the cult-drunk idiots who participated. Failures only occur in the reports of outsiders who manage to sneak inside - which doesn't happen these days. The less salutory Rawat episodes get quietly brushed under the carpet or destroyed in magazine fires. The only thorn in Golden-balls' spin machine is the reality of ex-premies, which he cannot hope to control (as long as we have our memories online and Hilltop has the negatives). No wonder they hate us. Within 15 to 20 years, a sizeable proportion of those original, twinkly-eyed hippie grey-hairs (us too, I guess - maybe Rawat himself?) will have moved on to our Log Cabin Homes in the Sky. Whither then the cult? I predict EPO will still be online, but I suspect that Rawat's piggy bank will have been carved up by lawyers in a fresh round of family in-fighting, and such premies as still exist will either factionalise into subsects, drift away to more interesting life pursuits. A few will set up their own cults, a la John Yarr, Katie Darling... But success is meaningless unless you have a yardstick for failure. By the standards of his original claims and promises, Rawat has failed already: a fact that is transparent to all but cult members.
Modified by Nigel at Fri, Jul 14, 2006, 11:24:07
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Here's a short blurb from the simpleton. Maharaji spoke of flying - Brighton, July 9: "Before there were aeroplanes, it was hard to fly. Somebody had an idea - to build a contraption. I'm sure there was a lot of determination, a lot that they were sure of. But there would have also been a sense of - holy moly! But, it worked. Now, it is easy to fly. "I can show you how to fly the innerscape. Fly within. To go there, you need very special wings. Very special wings." I call it Knowledge. What a brilliant mind. LOL!
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Thankyou for much Cynthia:
Nothing like the real thing for a good laugh.. but there's a touch of holy moly about it.. how special exactly are these wings? 
As an amateur aeodynamicist, (I'd have woken up at this point in the siesta) I would have been genuinely interested to hear him give an explanation of what a wing is. Or how he might explain how the air behaves with aerofoil sections in motion.
But still on about the air in our lungs, or beings, flights to within on inexplicable wings to unfathomable regions within inside, flying on a special 'lite' name that's a bird that can separate milk and water, yawn, and it's a mystery. No it's not. Good for another half hour's kip.
best wishes
Lp
But even in dreams
So the Pandavas went on their last journey, north, into the great
mountains. It was a small troup this time - just Draupadi, the five
brothers, and Yudhishtira’s faithful dog. One by one they fell,
victims of time and their own distinctive frailties. Draupadi went
first, then Sahadeva and Nakula, then Arjuna, and finally mighty Bhima.
Yudhishtira and his dog continued through the high mountain passes
against the vicious wind and swirling snow.
And suddenly, there was Indra, in his chariot, offering Yudhishtira a hand up.
"Welcome, Yudhishtira, hero. You have won to my heaven. Come aboard and I will take you there."
Yudhishtira whistled for his dog.
"Hold on." Indra smiled fondly at Yudhishtira and wagged his finger. "No dogs in heaven."
"He is a faithful and true companion," said Yudhishtira.
"Sorry, old chap. Just gods and human heros in my heaven."
"If he cannot come with me, then I will stay with him." And Yudhishtira stepped down from Indra’s chariot.
"But, Yudhishtira, old warrior, great king. You are the great hero of a great story. Your place is in my heaven."
"My place is where dharma is constant. This dog has been companion, protector, friend. I will stay near him." "Yudhishtira," said the dog as he transformed into the embodied form
of god Dharma. "My son, I have been with you through your long sad
journey, and I am well pleased with your devotion. Draupadi and your
brothers await you in Indra’s heaven; they have all left their
bodies behind. You alone, great king, alone in all the ages, will enter
Indra’s heaven in this body."
"What? Time to go, yeah ... quite nice really... I'll drive."
Modified by LP at Fri, Jul 14, 2006, 13:29:13
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I used to follow this guy? I am a total f**king idiot ... Oh well. 
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In the book of love's own dream
Where all the print is blood
Where all the pages are my days
And all my lights grow old
When I had no wings to fly
You flew to me
( Grateful Dead)
Modified by lexy at Fri, Jul 14, 2006, 14:32:00
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So he talked about the beginnings of aviation... This whole trip has had much to do with a buy plane.... Kabir
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I heard that Guru Mai showed up with Virginia Braithwait and a few other lesbian chelas and gave M the V sign .M announced a free concert Live at Leeds to promote his RAP album . He said he would be on the KUMARS show next week . So every one TUNE in for that ,maybe he will dance and rap one of his songs on the Kumars show . M and guru Mai wrestle for the soul / flower of Virginia Braithwait ( SEE Image Change ) they all have a threesome Guru Mai is knocked up by M the new sat guru comes and there is peace in the middle east
Modified by geo at Fri, Jul 14, 2006, 17:24:33
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Surely not! He will be asked those sweet sarcastic questions by the grandma character and we know how he hates unscreened questions. " Darling,you have followers all around the world who love you ,don't you ? Is it true that they like to give you lots of money and kiss your feet?"
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"This whole trip has had much to do with a buy plane...." Yeah, we buy ; he flies. ( did you mean bi-plane?)
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No. I meant buy plane. Kabir
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- but fruit flies like a banana.(c) Groucho Marx 
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