I haven’t written about my centre experience for a year. Since I stopped working on this blog. I wrote 41 articles in a month and a half and that was exhausting. Haven’t got the energy to write about it again since. Plus now I am writing in French and it is way easier for me. Someone was asking for articles on an ex-disciple Facebook group. I thought, ‘Oh yes, I should give a story. Maybe I can find one on my blog. ’So I went through my blog and then, ‘Oh God, it is all quite negative and intense. Let’s see if I can write a positive story.' Nothing came, so I wrote this.
About one and a half months ago, someone who was a famous criminal in the 70’s and then spent twenty years in jail asked me to write a theatre play about his life. I was so happy to get this opportunity. I have been dreaming of going back to theatre for 15 years, when we did the Buddha play for three weeks in Paris.
Writing the play is very interesting. It’s a kind of therapy work: revisiting the person's life, unveiling layer after layer. But the most interesting thing is that it is echoing so much my Centre life. I did not expect that.
This person became a kind of monk in prison. He studied the philosopher Spinoza for eight years. He was working on himself and his spiritual work, and discipline was everything for him.
When we started writing the play, it was quite hard for me to understand and to write about his prison years. I could not really understand his message. It was something like, ‘Prison is horrible, awful, I was not in jail, I was free inside, my imagination was keeping me out of the jail.' Then, about a week ago we talked again about his jail years. This time I could feel the bliss he was feeling inside himself while in prison. I could feel it in my body. It was totally real to me. I realised it was the feeling I had so often when I was in the Centre. And I realized that was my Centre life. So much bliss inside, such a jail outside. Something in me said, ‘God, I enjoyed this life so much.'
When I joined the Centre, I got quite fast into the intense game. I started working on the opening of my restaurant a few months after I became a disciple. The restaurant opened when I had been a disciple for a year. CFG came to Paris three weeks after the opening. As I was organizing the hotel for CFG and the court, I became aware of the Centre politics. I got a briefing from the main French girl about how ‘girl’ #1 should not be on the same floor as ‘girl’#2 at the hotel.
Haridas, the centre leader for France, was a good friend of mine. He was regularly telling me about all the power games in the inner circle. I have never liked big group activities, whether before, during, of after the Centre. I could enjoy to some extent the Paris Centre as long as Haridas was the leader, but I could hardly take it after Haridas was gone. I had some fun with my restaurant, but most of the time I was drained by the intensity of running such a business with seven to ten mostly non professional employees. There was always so much pressure and discomfort for me. The insane manifestation projects in which I had at least to pretend to be a bit involved. The hundreds of disciples in New York during celebrations. Taking breakfast with hundreds of disciples around on the Christmas Trip. The silly evening functions with one performance out of ten that I could be interested in. The fights for attention from the guru. The endless political games. It was like I had managed to put myself in an environment that was everything I did not like in life.
How had this been possible ? Well, I just felt in love with the guy. The first time I meditated on a Chimney photo was the day after the first class I went. It was a tiny photo on the back of a book I bought at the meditation class. I got a powerful inner experience. Something like he recognized me and I recognized him. We had known each other for ages. We had other incarnations together.
That was it. I was trapped. For the next fifteen years, even a little more as it took me a while to deprogram myself and to see the true face of the bastard. Even when I read the sexual abuse testimonies on the yahoo group, on the evening of April 12th, 2009 (the day I left for good), I did not get it. I thought the guru was giving other kinds of experiences to some chosen girl disciples. Celia finally showed me the true face of the guy (and of my spiritual madness) when I met her in Paris in July 2011. Love you Celia (and Evie, Anne, Sundari, and the others who wrote a testimony on the sexual abuses I haven’t met in person).
I recently spent a whole year studying hypnosis. Now that I know the power of autosuggestion I have a different take on my spiritual experiences with Chimney. I had read a lot about gurus and incarnations before this first time I meditated on the photo and I now believe that something in me created those experiences. What people call the unconscious (I don’t like this word) has the power to create all kind of experiences if one really wants to get them.
So I was in love with Chimney. He was my all, he was my God. I never questioned that, even at the time I left the Centre, as far as I remember. I think I never could have left when he was alive. But when he died, a big part of the magic was gone. Plus I was trapped in Paris with my new restaurant. Pushed by Chimney, I sold my old restaurant and bought a new one with a better location. The bastard died when we were doing a few weeks construction before the opening. The new place opened in Octobre 2007, just before the crisis hit in 2008 and 2009. It was struggling right from the beginning. I could not spend time anymore with my disciple friends all over the world. I was trapped in Paris. I hated the Centre there. I was burned out. Drained. So exhausted. I was getting bad physically. After a first attempt that lasted only a week, I managed my way out six months later.
How did I manage to stay for fifteen years in this environment that was not far from everything I hate ? One thing is that I had so much bliss inside. Not all the time of course, it hadits ups and downs. But bliss was there. Everyday at my 6am meditation. Many times at meditation with guru. Often at Centre meditation. I believe that when one is in such an undesirable situation outside, it helps to go inside. No choice. Only way to survive. So much ugliness outside, so much beauty inside.
Do I have beautiful memories from the Centre? Of course I do. There were many beautiful moments. Many nice people around. I always managed to have good friends who also had the capacity to manage to have wonderful moments out of the madness of the Centre. Unfortunately, many of them are still inside, and many others are out of the Centre but I am kind of blacklisted, especially since I did my blog: very likely too ‘hostile’ for them. Is it a problem? No, it is not. I have had those wonderful times in the Centre. They are part of me. It is still the same in my life. I keep having wonderful moments with people, especially from September 2012 to March 2015 when I was mostly living in India and Thailand, having so much opportunities to meet people. A little less since I moved again to Paris a year ago. But I know it will come back.
Life goes on today. With its good and bad. Just really missing the inner intensity I had in the Centre. Wondering if this intense bliss I enjoyed so much can only happen in such a hell. Wondering if it will ever come back in my life. If the only way is to experiment with such a environment again, the answer is no.