Those pics are just going to get uglier and uglier as the years go by ... lol
I am not absolutely sure but I think it's been about 3 years that I've been out. My relationship to Time has always been a bit skewed. PTSD may have a part to play in that, but I think it's also to do with just what I'm like.
I'm around no premies as a rule, not in my day to day anyway. One lives about 40 minutes from me. She would come to visit occasionally. When we first met I was still under the illusion, the spell. When I started to divulge what I'd read here I haven't seen or heard from her since. Really i don't care. The fact that i randomly ran into a premie I'd never met before in my remote situation was really a big coincidence. I'm glad I'm not around a lot of premies because as you say it would be challenging. I am not amazingly good at holding my tongue for long periods of time, in spite of the cult practice, haha
A couple of nights ago I read this excerpt from the Soul Rush book, on the PR bio site. It is significant to me because if I had known THIS fact , just this one, I would have left years ago. You see I thought of Maharaji as the ultimate premie. He had his master and he as a devotee was an example to me of the way to be a devotee of the master. As evidenced by this small paragraph from the book, this is not what he wanted me to think!
My personal question was, does Maharaj Ji actually think he's a divine figure? This seemed like the crux of the whole matter. Back in November I had written a little blurb for a brochure advertising the festival commemorating Hans' birthday. I had said, "This is a special occasion because it gives us a chance to see that Maharaj Ji is not only a Guru but also a premie, a person just like us." Somehow this slipped by Sharon and got printed in the Divine Times. Once it had been run off ten thousand copies' worth, Jeff came into my office and said, shaking his head, "You really blew it this time. You really did." "Why, what's the trouble?" "Maharaj Ji's no premie, stupid. When Bob saw the newspaper, he called the Boss. There's no way he's going to release that issue of the paper saying he's a premie. We have to reprint and recollate." Shaking his head, Jeff walked out. On one hand I felt sorry I'd insulted Maharaj Ji, but, wow, did that sound like ego. Thinking about it now, toward the end of January, it seemed to be rather indicative. If Maharaj Ji wouldn't step off the stage for a minute, then maybe he was afraid - if the premies got one close look, it might ruin the magic. p228-9
(The humble servant of God won't allow himself to be portrayed as just a normal person. Sophia gets a reality check but it's still not enough to enlighten her … yet.)
