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That's something late middle age going on geezer types such as myself (you won't mind if I've moved the middle age goal posts forwards a bit from what they were when we were young) find sad & awkward when ex & present delusionists come face to face.
It was PatW's post higher up the thread that got me thinking about this, because I'd recently returned from a great trip to the west of Ireland, one which I do every couple of years or so, to meet up with a handful of very old friends.....since schooldays...well before the prospect of seeing God within...through the LSD days & beyond, & finally into the clutches of the pimple ji.
One of them features in Jaques Sandoz's film of the 1971 festival in India, another was in the WPC in England when Raja ji was encouraging the stealing of lead off church roofs (as mentioned above), amongst other things criminal, in order to provide the money to keep the show on the road.
Lots to reminisce about there you would think, & that was just the start of our several & different journeys through life, but no. They don't do reminiscence about that crucial aspect because it's still onwards & upwards & more importantly the past is tabu, because it might lead to criticism of the perfect one.
Which cuts out part of the point & the pleasure of being the age we are now, more or less intact, not totally broke & all that bad shit, so on the lucky side of things really. I do like a good yarning session.
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