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Sunday, November 6th 2011, 11:39pm

Millennium World Peace Summit #3

The whole peace conference started for us in the American ashram almost a year before the actual event. SwAmi wrote us that he was going to be at this summit and that we should contact the main organizer, some guy with name of an ant sweeper and inform him about all great peaceful and religious deeds of our master and all his titles of course, include my business card, he mentioned. So we did. SwAmi’s main concern was that he wanted to be one of the speakers, the main guys, it would be just great for his all over the world promotion. Imagine those pictures – him and Ted Turner (the guy bankrolling this whole thing before he got almost bankrupt), Kofi Annan and all the other very important people. This was the time when he hadn’t had any UN presence yet and he wanted it really badly. He also wanted to get the best accommodations which were granted to those special guests. You know his thing about hotels, complete madness. Then we had waited and waited. No answer. SwAmi was bombing us with need for updates. “Find him, call him, tell him that S…ji needs to make arrangements in his schedule because he is very busy man," etc. I’ve already had a feeling that maybe Mr. Antsweeper doesn’t give a hoop about our swAmi, but who am I. I ain’t got no freaking sidhis to know things before they happen, he does. I am just a slave always ready to serve. We wrote another letter which was not screwed up by his input as the first one was. The lady who helped me with it did really terrific job. Very professional, not full of I AM THE MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE stuff and we were ready to send it. Before it came out, I still had to get it approved by my master. I emailed it to him, and he called me back. “No, this is not the right way to do it. You don’t know anything about how the real important business is done, boy. I will tell you exactly what you should write…” And another bombastic megalomaniacal announcement was born. We gave up and sent his version to the organizer. Guess what! No answer again. This time I wasn’t surprise. I wouldn’t answer to such a letter either. And again bugging from swAmi: “Have you heard anything yet?” No gurudev. “So why don’t you call him? You Americans cannot do anything right. Austrian post office delivers letters right on time. That’s unbelievable!” Yes, gurudev. (Yes, you are unbelievable.)

So I called the Antsweeper’s office. Some woman picked up and said that he was busy… I called again. Many and many times. Eventually he got on the phone and told me very strictly: “Yes, I got all your letters and no, he won’t be among special guests. He is welcome to come as others, procedure is explained on the invitation for non-special guests.” Of course, there was a hefty registration fee attached to it and of course, swAmi wanted to stay in Waldorf Astoria hotel, where part of the conference was taking place. That ain’t cheap either. I was getting shivers. I called my master and told him what I was told. I don’t exactly remember what he said but it was something like: “You are impossible, cannot arrange a simple thing for S…ji. Forget it, we will do it from here. I will call him.” Certainly, master. (Phew, at least break for a moment).

Obviously it didn’t work because we eventually got a directive:

Send the registration for non-special guests, pay all the fees needed and reserve a suite in Waldorf Astoria hotel, quiet, nice view, not too far from … Well that drill I knew already from A to Z.

So we emptied our coffers, broke every piggy bank in reach and were waiting for gurudev to come to America to save the world peace. I was going nuts. I felt completely like a piece of s…t. Not just symbolically. I felt dirty, stupid, coward-like and my life made no sense to me at all. Every morning I was waking up convincing myself: “Ok, go and pretend being a loving swami who takes care of his flock.” Shining smile on the face and dry cry inside.

When we got to New York and settled in a hotel, of course exchanging rooms few times, nothing new. “I told you exactly what I wanted, why do I have to always arrange everything myself.” Because you know the best, gurudev. (Stupid, Roman, you are f…ing stupid!)

In the auditorium hall at the UN he tried to sneak into forbidden rows. Just told me: “Let's sit here.” But S…ji, these are the rows for special guests. “Well, I am special. You didn’t know that? I am your master. Hahaha!” HiHiHiHeHeHeHoHoHo from the slave group. (I can’t believe I am voluntarily part of this. What is this? I need to wake up. Not just from here. I need to wake up from my whole life!)

Well trained ushers gave us warning few times and eventually kicked us out of the forbidden zone. Very politely but with full determination that even our master didn’t argue at that time.

I have mentioned before that the conference was organized by Ted Turner. The conference happened before Time Warner was purchased by AOL and things went down the hill for Ted for a while. The only speaker I liked at that conference was him. Of course, typical American success guy but also very funny and smart. He wasn’t religious at all, he said, but he decided to put together this conference because it seamed that throughout the history, the religious leaders were more involved in wars than in peace. (I am just paraphrasing what he said, I don’t remember the exact words). Among other things he mentioned that once he had discussion with priest about heaven. The priest was telling him that he should become more religious etc otherwise he will end up in hell, not in heaven. And who gets into heaven? Ted Turner asked the priest. Well those, who live pious lives, don’t sin, are always nice and pray all the time and all that. Ted’s answer to the priest was: “Well father, if it is this way, heaven’s gotta be really lonely and boring place and I don’t wanna go there. I like company and fun.” I guess that shut the priest up.

Towards the end of the conference there was a reception sponsored by Ted Turner in the UN building and swAmi so wanted to go there. But of course, it was just for invited guests and he wasn’t among them. He was like a little kid trying to sneak into a porn movie theater. “Let’s go now upstairs…” But S…ji that goes to the reception. Those two big guys there are checking the invitation. “It’s OK, just you two follow me,” and he was going with as much stature and look of somebody really important as possible up the stairs. He sort of got past the first security guard but the second stopped us. “Invitation, of course, Rameshwaranand, give it to the gentleman here.” I didn’t know what to do so I gave the gentleman the Chinese menu business card. He looked at it and wasn’t satisfied. SwAmi tried the stunt like he going up there while me going for misplaced invitation. The UN security guards know their stuff though and we all three orange people were going down the stairs rejoining with our slave group. Nice try.

This unending effort how to get acquainted with the important people was not just some play. It was a pathological pattern.

Of course, eventually at the hotel we ran into Mr. Antsweeper. He was surrounded by a hoard of Indian swamis who were not among the special guest group and wanted his attention. Our swAmi joined them. Antsweeper was entering elevator and swAmi was pushing into his hand his business card. Antsweeper eventually took it but simply dissed him with his look (gave him a look of utmost disrespect). Elevator door closed and if there were any ants in that hallway, they suffered terrible death by stampede by second class swamis.

Well, I can take remembering of all this just in little pieces even today. It still makes my stomach crawl. :wacko:

I’ll try to remember more next time.

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Tuesday, November 8th 2011, 3:22am

:clap: Great story - thanks again Roman :thumbsup:

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Wednesday, November 9th 2011, 1:07am

dodgy conferences

Thanks Roman for sharing your true experiences.
For the last few years I was questioning the peace conferences, i knew first hand how much money they cost, and much time and effort was put in to it by organisers, and then only yidl people came. I did not understand why swAmi bothered, i could not see how it made the world a better place, and I could see how it made his disciples exhausted and the ashrams broke. And i thought the money that they costed could be better spent on a REAL humanitarian cause...

Now i see clearly that it was his sociopath narcissim...

Once when we were in Strilky, we were all told one day to wear civilian clothes, and we were bussed to the YIDL organised Childrens peace conference. It was a complete rent-a-crowd, it was in a huge gymnasim, and there was no public there just the 800 yidl people brought in. Even then, as devoted as I was, i thought it was a joke. Me and my friends snuck out, and walked the sreets of the city and got a coffee and came back at the end.. we were in Czech for the first time and thought this was a much better use of our time!
This childrens peace conference had this piece of propaganda, performed by yidl children. It was a play with two families side by side, one were the yidl vegetarian family doing yoga and singing bhajans, the other was a family eating meat, drnking alcohol and then turning violent. Only the yidl family was happy. Even then I thought, this is really bad, its just not right..

It is so many of these experience's that contributed to me waking up when the scandal broke in March 2011.. its amazing once your eyes are open you can see clearly just what a dodgy indian guru this rajasthan swami is...
and you can see that we were the victims of thought-reform, mind-control and hypnosis...

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Wednesday, November 9th 2011, 1:12am

This childrens peace conference had this piece of propaganda, performed by yidl children. It was a play with two families side by side, one were the yidl vegetarian family doing yoga and singing bhajans, the other was a family eating meat, drnking alcohol and then turning violent. Only the yidl family was happy. Even then I thought, this is really bad, its just not right..
(wtf) You can't be serious! That's better than communist sitcoms in my childhood!!!
:clap: :clap: :clap: :drinks: :drinks: :drinks:

PS: And that may have been during times when the Czech president was Vaclav Havel, famous play writer. I wonder if swAmi mentioned this creative streak of his disciples to him when they met. :D

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Wednesday, November 9th 2011, 11:43am

I think that story can be more recent, it resembles me an event in Zlín in 2006. If it's true, then it's even more famous person than Václav Havel who has occupied Prague castle, expert in economy, climate changes and everything else, his majesty Václav Klaus.

One or two years later, there was similar happening in Prague. Same black and white propaganda sketches, stupid and boring. But there was also one real propaganda gem - short film made by children (I think Cici's team helped them a bit...). It was kind of drama. I can't remember details of the story, but I think it was something like one yogic boy joins some kusang friends and due to kusang he finally loses his soul in drugs. Something like that. So boring and stupid that I closed my eyes in very beginning and tried to survive - no real possibility to run away, we were even "accomodated" in that gym. But suddenly I heard some nice music. Fragments of Pink Floyd, Deep Purple and similar bands' songs. It woke me up and I started to kick up my heels in rhythm. But after a while I noticed that people around me looked at me like I was evil. And then I looked at the screen and realized why. That music had to evoke the breakdown of that boy, drugs etc. In that sense how svAmi used to look at rock music in general - as something evil. In that moment something deep inside me called: it's too much, they are crazy. But as many times before, I said to myself it is not so important and life went on...

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Wednesday, November 9th 2011, 3:44pm

The peace conferences and children conferences were always "hard to survive" in healthy state of mind. Begining: happy moderator-jokes, then a lot of "excuse" letters from invitated V.I.Persons. Tragicomical. (I wish you a lot of succes for your nice children conference, but I am too bussy-otherwise I would come :-D ) Every year the same. And then children and their nice contribution (part of them ok, part of them was very stupid propaganda) Then swAmi must changed the rule-because all children from active families had their speeches and no more were usable from fanatist's circles. Then people till 30 years were allowed to have a speech (on children conference, wow) And then/all finished/still no real interest from public, because public ignored it as yidl propaganda. And peace conferences had similar destiny. Just non VIP speakers were able to take part on such PR. And no real public were there, just yidl people. And therefore it was connected with semminars/to show/how many people are interested in yidl conferences. But jurnalists ignored it. And the end/you know.

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