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Sunday, 15 February 2015

The Indian village boy

The Indian village boy wanted to get out of poverty.
He had been meditating and practicing spirituality for years in an ashram (an indian spiritual community).
He knew devotional singing, knew how to teach meditation, could talk for hours about Indian spirituality and maybe had some spiritual power.
He moved to the West. He got a job at the Indian embassy. But the job was modest, and the salary too.
Especially since the leader of the ashram used to ask him to send her every month some pricey goods from the West.
It was in the late 60s and Westerners were very eager for Indian spirituality.
He found an audience. He started having followers.
He could have been just a teacher, one of those who inspire, but do not tell one what to do with one's life: those who do not pretend to know the whole truth but give their two cents and get quite some recognition for that.
But he did not just want to get out of poverty. He wanted to be big.
He started telling his followers that he was God-realized.
A little later, he told them he was an avatar, a direct incarnation of God.
Then he said he was the greatest avatar that ever existed.
Westerners were not only eager for Western spirituality: they thought they had to be saved. They thought they needed a savior.
Followers turned into disciples.
Inspiration turned into the dictatorship of the truth.
None of his disciples realised he was losing it.
Year after year, disciple after disciple telling him he was the greatest meant that he started believing in the big lie.
He was losing it more and more.
He became more and more demanding with his disciples.
He then asked for total obedience from his disciples.
More and more lives got broken.
But everyone was caught in the lie and no-one inside noticed.
Everyone was just drunk with the joy and love received in the meditations.
Everyone wanted his piece of the big man and a social position as high as possible in the organisation.
As an Indian village boy who grew up in an ashram, he did not know much about sex.
He was pretending to be celibate. He was asking his disciple to be celibate too.
But right from the beginning he had sexual affairs with disciples.
But Indian and Western spiritualities and bourgeoise comedy are the same: as long as no-one knows, it's fine.
It kept going for many years. Those denouncing the lie were treated without mercy.
He ended his life with many sex slaves and many broken lives.
His death did not end the story.
Many disciples are still caught in the big lie.
Even the sexual abuse kept going in another form.
Lives kept being broken.
He wanted to be big.

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