I'm laughing because I really struggled to come-up with something I could pass-off as almost a plausible reply to the conundrum Tim quoted. Then you come right out and compare the rich, authentic and textured qualities of our post-cult lives to THAT fool's paradise!
I fold, or whatever you call throwing in the cards in bridge.
Depending on how it's interpreted, not everthing Prem Rawat said was wrong:
1. Maharaji was absolutely right. That camel dung ladu (my life as a premie) tasted like shit but I ate it anyway because I was told it was the best ladu in the world. The problem was that I didn't know it tasted like shit until I tasted a real ladu (my post-cult life)... "like coming out of the freezer, shivering a lot only to regain a sense of self like a nice woolen vest."
2. His bit about climbing the mountain only to find nothing there... "So right back down you go." Chasing a fool's pot of gold only to find real gold right back where you started.
3. A rock can be submerged in the ocean (the cult) for, well, thirty-six years. Take it out and on a sunny day it's as if it never touched the water. (Not quite that easy, but you get the point.)
Thank you Lesley. Sheesh! It was right under my nose!
