“Bizarre coterie of minions” nice turn of phrase! I really don’t get the minions. Inexplicable to me; why the VIPs of the cult hang around. 

One of the cult residue phobias that I couldn’t rid myself of the longest was when I would try to fall asleep I felt a form of guilt or as if forgot something. I was always sleep deprived and falling asleep meditating as a teen. And if I fell asleep I felt tremendous guilt. The idea of a  the decree in one way or another. That’s one of the ways we were manipulated. I think a lot of control was exerted by these if not impossible, unrealistic, agyas. I could have used Linda while I was a premie to let me

Know it wasn’t really important. The arrogance of her buying her way to be able to choose to practice her way pisses me off. I could have used more sleep and my schoolwork suffered because of the two hour meditation and satsang in evening norms of the time. I have heard she is personable one to one but still, this makes me mad. She had the room to do it her own way I never felt.

And the moustache stream of babble? In my forays into Wasapremie I am struck often how sometimes the satsangs he gave were just like he was Tony Soprano and the premies were his unwitting non judgmental “shrink” so many are just him going on about whatever the heck. Which, I remember clearly, was far preferable to his Grimraji moods where he castigated us for how we sucked at our devotion. 

A link to the looming “falling piano” teaser for his Recent Montreal event.