Call me jaded but I just don't give a damn about anyone who feels compelled to preach, teach or convince me of anything these days. So making sense of gurus and their behavior seems secondary to understanding the more common personality trait of the town blabber mouth: the salesman, the politician, the complainer, the preacher. They're just lonely performance artists hoping for acceptance in the form of a following, I think.
What came to my mind when reading this post was my memory of 10 years spent in Irish Bars. Human nature gets reduced down to a few basic impulses when affected by alcohol and time.
One of the most common bar stool conversations was the guy or gal who just HAD to tell you their life story. Or Had to persuade you of some obscure point, or HAD sell you on their secret once-in-a-lifetime bit of wisdom. They were ALL the same person.
I can only imagine Rawat in some layover airport, killing time and finding the closest watering hole to pass the hours. And then blathering on to some poor unsuspecting soul all of his lofty unfulfilled dreams.
"Hey buddyy, did you know I used to be the Burrfect Masterrr ?? and Laurd of the whole frikken Juniversss?? Well I didd, I mean I wass, well I sorta still amm y'know. Once I sober up I'm gonna be bbback in my gglory I tell you *hick* !"
See what I mean ? These pathetic little shits are everywhere in society, some just got lucky. Maybe "knowledge" was just a bottle of booze for many of us. 19% false hopes, 22% phony doctrines, 45% salemanship (by volume), 13% fantasy and the rest....just the luck of the spiritual Irish I guess.
Erin Go Bragh
