True!

But don´t you forget, please, your own role you´re playing – at least here-now at your virtual keyboard and quite anonymous, I´d say – like with your hate speech towards the “hippie era” and “flower power time of the 60s” or speaking of a “multiculti EU freak show” in hindsight.

The latter is a loveless and also stupid and very contemptuous stance, and I don´t know your age, but such a stance then could be made by some of the right-wing, dumpheaded and very stupid gangs which I have to deal with in everyday reality here at my place.

You also say, Dominic:
“This constant swinging from balance to extreme to balance to extreme etc. seems to be the way it works.”

Could well be – something like Foucault´s Pendulum (read Umberto Eco if you want). But Umberto´s literary version, shedding some light on the enhanced utter madness of people who are in greed for power is an intelligent one. He also was an angry old man about all the stupid and very, very cruel approaches so-called humans are able to show up with.

When I came home late, Dominic, I saw that the next thread topic is already on the way, and I’m asking myself if I am landing in a forensic asylum these last days, where a bunch of British and associated people calling themselves sannyasins or friends of Sannyas have lost more than just their common sense.

Greedy for what? is the question.

And what you are up to I also don´t have a clue, but what I know is that you are a very angry man and you are not speaking about YOUR anger.

Madhu

I groan inwardly or make fun if I hear “everything is an illusion” and all the non-dual blah blah. There may be a genuine experience behind that, but when swallowed as an ideology it becomes toxic, dissociative and nihilistic.

The mood at the moment in these circles (if you keep tabs) is towards integration, catching up with Osho’s tantric approach, but also with a more ethical base and less of the crazy wisdom bullshit (Trungpa, Adi Da, Osho etc).

Same with the flower power hippie BS of the 60s, ‘we are all one’, which prepared the ground to morph into the globalist, multiculti EU freak show, but with countries and people now fighting back.

This constant swinging from balance to extreme to balance to extreme etc, seems to be the way it works.

Mind you, it can come in pretty handy, the old “who is it?” “There is nobody…” thing.

I remember a wild night trawling the Bombay red-light area for the ultimate medicine with a few of the advaita skins – back in the 70s. LBW Poonjaji, Rambone Ballsache and Maharaj himself, all tanked up on ganja bidis, paan and bhang. Got into a few scuffles, ended up in a whorehouse.

In the morning the madam came in and said, “Who`s paying?” Maharaj said, “There is nobody here to pay” and legged it out of the door.

He was a card!

When my elder son was 11, he visited me in Pune. Summer holidays in Germany means monsoon season in India. During one of the rainy days we have seen a cat shivering near the staircase. He asked me, “Can we fetch the milk for her?” We brought milk in a plastic bowl.

Around half an hour later we went to look and take the empty bowl.
It is engrained in my brain, “Cat was sitting like a mother and her baby was licking the milk.”

Must be love!
Must be love which is more than the words in any scripture.