In the early
80s, following a festival at the ashram
outside of New Delhi, India, Maharaji and his
motorcade were traveling from the ashram to the
airport to board the 707 for America. Maharaji was
driving the lead car and I was a passenger in the
front seat of the car directly behind his. All of a
sudden, I saw a man riding a bicycle pull out in
front of Maharajis car.
Seconds later the man went flying several yards
into the ditch. He died instantly. Randy Prouty,
who was traveling as security in Maharajis
vehicle, frantically ran to the car I was in and
instructed all of us to get out of the car and find
a place in the other vehicles that were part of the
motorcade. Maharaji and the people in his car
quickly transferred to the car I was in, and we all
sped to the airport.
Sampurnanand stayed behind to deal with the
situation which he did by having his houseboy take
the wrap. In the investigation that ensued, the
houseboy stating that he was the driver of the
vehicle who hit the unfortunate cyclist. That
explanation, plus a heft cash settlement to the
victims family, enabled Maharaji to quickly
put the incident behind him so that he could get on
with the business of bringing peace, love and joy
to the rest of humanity.
I would like to ask you some questions regarding
these allegations of Michael Dettmers.
1) What was your reaction to the death of this
cyclist?
2) Was it you or somebody else who decided that
the matter should be handled in this way?
3) What were you or those premies involved so
afraid would actually happen if you had confessed
that you were driving - that was so worth this
risky course of action?
Presumably you and your premies thought that the
scandal of your involvement in the accident would
have been so damaging to your work that it merited
lying to avoid such an outcome. Surely you would
have known that lying about it in this manner would
constitute an even worse scandal should someone
decide to blow the whistle - as Michael Dettmers is
attempting to do?
4) What is your version of events?
5) If you are prepared to admit that the way
this incident was handled was a mistake, then how
would you propose to rectify this error?
6) Most premies I have spoken with so far regard
this, at face value, as a regrettable mistake. They
also feel that to admit as much, leaves your
validity as The Master in matters of Knowledge
intact.
7) If as a Master you are really prepared to
allow people to protect you through lies, then how
can we be sure that you are not also capable of
lying with regard to matters of the heart and
Knowledge? In short you could make it a lot easier
for your pupils to trust you and get on with the
business of knowledge if you didnt appear to
behave so contradictingly at every turn.
8) Wouldnt it be more helpful to your
stated cause of inspiring people in the field of
Knowledge, if you were to act in a manner which
generally made it easier for people to develop
trust in you rather than the opposite? What is to
be gained by behaving in such a way that you are
effectively putting obstacles in the path of your
students? If the object is to somehow test them,
then would it not be kinder to give them trials
that they had some hope of passing?
9)You once said words to the effect that
the Master places insurmountable difficulties in
the paths of those who he loves so that they will
abandon all attempts to deal with them on their
own, and turn to him all the more. If your
confusing behaviour is supposed to represent such a
gracious gift from you, our loving Master, whereby
we have another opportunity to deny our reason and
once again, trust that you, and your apparent
propensity for lies and cover up, only indicates
another opportunity for us to abandon our
judgement,
then where is the loving
reassurance and help that is supposed to come in on
the wings of grace once this letting go
has been done?
10) How come when I gave up everything,
including my better judgement, obediently, to serve
you in your Ashram a lifelong commitment that
I made with considerable anguish and sense of
sacrifice how come I ended up having such a
miserable time?
11) How come
the experience of
surrendering to you in practice only seemed to
bring deprivation and poverty of experience of
life?
12) How come even the initial joy of meditation
that you seemed to have introduced to me became of
little comfort when I entered your world of
total surrender where, deprived of the
love of man and wordly pleasures, and turning as a
child stripped of hopes in this world
I reached much as a dying man for the love and
mercy of God you. How come you were not
there then?
13) They say that Hell is the absence of both
the love of Man and God. How come that is what it
felt like?
14) How long are we supposed to hang in there
and await the tests to finish? How come you let us
continually fail your endless Herculean tests if
you love us so much?
15) How come when you claim to be the only
friend and lover that we truly have in this life,
your truly dedicated lovers find themselves waiting
out in the cold, wasting their lives doing
apparently fruitless tasks for all the world
as if they might as well be dead whilst you
and a select few privileged sycophants
have all the fun , all the while spurning
and deriding the honest intentions of your
dedicated lovers who are in difficulty.
16) How come this whole show seems daily more
like the story of a Vampiric Antichrist who
drunk with power and congratulating himself for
triumphing over the God of Lovein an obscene
parody of the latter - enslaves his wan,
lifeblood-sucked victims to him promising
them elusive eternal happiness and swearing them to
deadly secrets that behold them to fearful
dependancy upon him, their bloated and gloating
Slave Master? He who would rub out their self
respect, reason and righteousness and replace it
with self-doubt , nonsense and immorality.
He who would hold up their stupid blind acceptance
as noble faith and flatter his gullible sheep that
they are safely at home in his comfy slaughter
house.
He who like the Pied Piper would lead the
innocent children from their loving families and
homes with his siren melodies, charming them to
follow him , spellbound under his hypnotic
influence to the distant cave where they were lost
to those who loved them where they were
entombed and put to work as his slaves.
Too many mince pies or a cry from the heart?
Happy Christmas!
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