Elandra Kirsten Meredith Kamalla Rose Kaur, you really impress me! Again thank you for your volunteer noble service both as historian for truth and for holding the field/space for bigger picture evolvement for all. Not to speak of your brilliant writing talent. Love you for all of it.
The search for and #loveoftruth and #truthspeaking plus the longing for signs of #INCORRUPTIBLEINTEGRITY, the longing to feel real people actually living in #integrity, is growing stronger all the time in the world now. OUR LOVE AND DETERMINATION IS ALSO GETTING STRONGER ALL THE TIME.
Which was what we were looking for back then...many are looking again...
When people start sliming others, insulting with lies, name calling, filth, scumbag actions, I claim my boundaries. All my friends on my list and on fb are genuine. This time, for the first time I will do whatever can be done on fb, to ban or unfriend.
Kamalla Rose Kaur The-growing-stronger-in-integrity- ALL ONE-path! (Peppermint tingling sensations!)
Absolutely. Confess sooner, and reach out and help the survivorss. Like start listening to and honoring our survivors of child abuse? Past and present?
Obviously there are people who know more than we at "The Wacko World of Yogi Bhajan" about the CIA's influence on the cult, (Wild Bill Richardson, JJ Angleton, the Clintons) , and Indira Gandhi's agendas, the arms and drugs trafficking, and the horrible sadistic abuse and curses that Yogi Bhajan perpetrated on us, (and his bodyguards and why cult survivors might fear them) and so forth.
All that NEGATIVE stuff.
Yet, actually. the incredibly delightful FUNNY stories of life in the Yogi Bhajan Cult shed just as much LIGHT into the evil dark secrets of Yogi Bhajan's Legacy. If you do not wish to COME OUT here, share your stories at "The Wacko World of Yogi Bhajan" under the cover of an anonymous alias.
Sharing, you may discover, is actually a non-dualistic experience - because sharing your "negative experiences and knowledge" is very righteous and healing, for your health and soul, and to warn others. And sharing your positive delightful true stories is also very positive.
It is ALL GOOD's WILL, (so be good.)
I am going to post an example of how our personal memories - things we ALL experienced as devoted Bhajanists, turn out to be HILARIOUS. AND powerful activism too.
Take the topic of "Cockroaches" ( "wheatberries" would work just as well.).
Kamalla Rose KaurYogi Bhajan taught (and seemingly believed) that cockroaches are reincarnated spiritual teachers/gurus who betrayed their students in their former incarnation.
Yogi Bhajan, from a 1988 lecture titled:
"I Am Not The Siri Singh Sahib"(It is a confession lecture. Yogi Bhajan wasn't the Mahan Tantric either)
"It's not within my power to change the environments and the circumstances. It is not within my power to tell a donkey to become a cockroach. But it is the hand of the power that when a teacher misses the style of the life bestowed on him, the path of being teacher, the next life for him is a cockroach. That I know."
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RoseLotus1 1/1/05A friend has been having this cockroach invading her meditation space. He comes into this crack in a set of shelves, and he sits there, tentacles dancing, and he watches her as she meditates. It freaks her out, disturbs her peacetime. She feels she will have to use poison, that cockroach is too fast for her when she tries to attack it directly. She is wondering if this situation has a deeper meaning.
My first thought?
Yogiji!
He is back!
Anyone else having cockroach happenings since YB's death?
Kamalla Rose Kaur Here are a couple more of my Sikh Dharma/3HO cockroach stories.
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RoseLotus1 1/2/05There was a story I heard around the Eugene ashram about how some Bhajanist had walked by the open bathroom door and paused to look only to see Yogiji bent over the toilet. Yogiji appeared to be watching a lone roach on the rim who appeared to be preparing to leap to his watery death below. While this Bhajanist watched, Yogiji picked up the roach and put him on the floor saying, "No no, Swamiji. You don't get out of it that easily!"
Now I heard this story, maybe it was a myth, back when I was 20 or so, and my first thought was "A roach in the Eugene ashram bathroom? How embarrassing for Sat Kirpal Kaur!"
Now, years later, I am a bit fascinated by the theater of the scene, assuming that the story really happened. Did YB truly believe that spiritual teachers who betray their students reincarnate as cockroachs? Did he know he had an audience? Did he feel any irony in his little dramatic bathroom vignette?
And did he yell at, or publicly shame, Sat Kirpal Kaur about the roach?
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IprayzGod 1/2/05"IF" the story is true, one could never know how the bogi reacted...In whichever way it would give him most power.
He could have humiliated her, just for the fun of seeing a good woman feel bad about the fastidious job she probably did.
Or, he could have told everyone that the "ex-swami" chose to be in one of "His Ashrams" so the poor soul could see how good students really were, and to work off his bad karma.
That was the thing about the bogi that kept everyone walking on eggs, not really deeply inhaling and exhaling....never knew how he would react....or when which shoe would drop,...or, get thrown at your head...or, at your back.
I know that doesn't address your post. But, my answer addresses the enigma of living life around the bogi.
Kamalla Rose KaurFrom:
phatphoton May-9-2014...a very, very interesting coincidence that exactly in front of the GRD ashram in Los Angeles on Preuss road, where YB used to live, there happens to be a huge geometrically progressing infestation of cockroachs scuttling all over. They come out at night and chase people walking by, like out of an Indiana Jones movie! People who live on that street comfort themselves, calling them "waterbugs".
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RoseLotus1 May-10-2014Clearly former swamis and con-gurus who harmed their students are really attracted to Bhajanists!
Like we all were back in 1973 in the Philadelphia Ashram, under the directors Guru Rakha Singh and Kaur - very nice folks, both X Bhajanists for years now.
For some reason former swamis adore Philadelphia. Seemed to me, a native Pacific Northwesterner who had never in truth seen a cockroach until she moved to Philadelphia at age 18, (a new bride of a physics major who had been given a great deal to attend graduate school at the U of PA - founded by Ben Franklin). I screamed the first morning there, when a roach appeared on the bathroom sink of our 10th floor married student apartment/dorm.
I soon came to understand that Philly is built on a huge hole filled with cockroaches. In Philly, neighborhood associations arise and exist first and foremost to coordinate the group chemical spraying of cockroaches. One week one neighborhood sprays, and the roaches pour into the next neighborhood, and that neighborhodd association sprays the next week. The roaches flow around their big hole like that endlessly.
But, we were
Clambaked (as X-Scientology jis say) and very against spraying chemicals, and folks didn't come asking us to join the neighborhood association anyway.
So we had a bit of a roach problem!
Roaches walking across our faces while we slept, and we were already sleep deprived.
It was like watching the tide go out when you turned on the kitchen light in the morning and the loud swishy-clicky sound of the black foam disappearing behind the counters and appliances, has haunted me ever since.
We tried everything including 40 day meditations, but those former swamis were after us and they were winning. Of course Guru Rakha Singh had called Yogiji about the problem several times but Yogi Bhajan was clear that cockroaches should not be killed. Be kind to former swamis!
Fimally, Yogi Bhajan came to Washington DC and Guru Rakha Singh, and Alpha male 2 of the Philly Ashram, made an appointment to meet with him and they shared our desperate situation with Yogi Bhajan and his entourage.
After listening very intentlly, nodding his head, seriously and masterfully, Yogi Bhajan finally decreed, "There comes a time when all peaceful means have been employed and we must, as Khalsa, take our kirpans in hand and fight!"
Yogi Bhajan continued in this inspiring battle pep talk, and immediately upon returning to Philly, the ashram became part of the neighborhood association! And every few weeks our brave Bhajanist men donned gas masks and armed with tanks of poison and shooter wands, they slaughtered those former swamis!
We women would go off and visit other ashrams for a day or two. But we women chanted "Akal! Akal!" for those swamis, in solidarity with the chants of our fierce fighting men. And our chants finally worked too! We must have liberated those swamis, because the roaches finally went away!
Well, for a month or so, until our adjoining neighborhood association sprayed, and the black wave of bad, sad, swamis returned for another round of endless combat.