I wake up this morning feeling foolish and somewhat angry for going into the expectation I wished for. It is true that right after reading your post Jasper, that is what burst out. This hope.
Is it not what abused kids keep on expecting? Their parent amends?
Not that I am a child neither anyone here anymore.
Yet we were put in this position, that she was our spiritual mother and he our father and mother.
So maybe there are vague remnants of that in my psyche.
Or rather I still have a hard time to accept that something I once believed beautiful was in fact so lame.
In the end, I cannot speculate on what Marolyn Rawat will decide to do with her life neither should I expect that someday she would come thru more aligned with her consciousness.
For the time being nothing of that sort has happened.
