lovely post, Bob - vintage Lakeshore!
contempt is an interesting emotion. There's a lot to it and not often thought about. I think there's a good side to it.
I remember opening my eyes during a K review and seeing Rawat on stage and the contempt he was feeling was palpable. Well what else could he feel looking at the sea of premies - grown adults sticking their fingers in their face just like he told them to.
So it alerted me that something was wrong, from the premie perspective believing all his lies, he shouldn't be feeling contempt at such a time, he should be feeling respectful and happy and feeling the love in a roomful of meditating premies.
I remember someone, one of the Mikes I think it was, telling the story of being sent to find Charanand and convince him to remain rather than taking off with his girlfriend and the argument that swayed him was when he told him that if he left then he would just be an ordinary Indian gentleman at large in America and he stayed.
Being ordinary was too much for him.
I wonder if he looks back and regrets not leaving now - he could have set up his own cult. Maybe not, maybe he would have got less golf.
