Posted by: Bazza Phelps ®
01/19/2004, 11:10:45
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$100 wouldn't buy a decent night on the Piss yah wanker....
You gonna spend your hardearned boofer?
Bazza!!
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Posted by: Jeff Stewart ®
01/19/2004, 11:42:23
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Too much cutesy language to be real.
Visit the House of Maharaji Drek to learn more about Maharaji
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Posted by: Bazza Phelps ®
01/19/2004, 13:34:14
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Well lookey here another fungula head.What's your beef bonehead?
Cant understand the lingo?
Bazza!!
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Posted by: JHB ®
01/19/2004, 12:53:02
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Sulla,The program is only a stopover en route to his yacht and the Bahamas! He needs a little fuel money ) John.
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Posted by: Jean-Michel ®
01/19/2004, 13:47:19
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I'd say there is a good chance that the Florida stopover has always been the place where he collects most of his hidden income (books sales and most premies businesses 'royalties') - according to some testimonies, and then brings the cash to his bank accounts in the Caiman Islands.
His new 'long range' helicopter fits perfectly in the picture ........
Modified by Jean-Michel at Mon, Jan 19, 2004, 15:42:32
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Posted by: PatD ®
01/20/2004, 02:38:49
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He's getting careless & desperate if he takes it there himself.
I've mentioned a couple of times here over the last 3 yrs the premie, name of Robert,alleged by non premie friends of mine to have been the bagman who flew briefcases full of cash for the young Prem around the world in the early '70's.
This Robert stabbed himself in the neck in '80?..... because he'd gone mad. One of the things which had driven him to believe the birds were talking to him, & to walking around all day doing the music tek in public, was the grief at having been shut out of the court of the Perfect One.
He was fortunately rescued by a follower of Krishna Consciousness,who happened to stop by on a 'let's have a lttle chat' mission, & called an ambulance before he bled to death. This KC person then cleaned up all the blood before the premie owner of the flat, who'd let Robert stay there, returned from whatever he'd been doing.
Robert spent time in hospital before being taken away by his father, who owned an hotel in the ........Bahamas.
Crazy days.
I was particularly fucked up myself at that time due to cognitive dissonance, delusions of spiritual superiority & practical circumstance, & so never got to the bottom of the story.
Now I'm minded to renew old aquaintances, apologise for being such a stupid twit & ask my old friend, when I can track him down, just exactly what he knew about what was really going on .
It isn't only present & ex devotees who have a personal handle on this.
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Posted by: Silvia ®
01/20/2004, 06:03:09
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Hi PatD!
It sounds good. Can you?
Now I'm minded to renew old aquaintances, apologise for being such a stupid twit & ask my old friend, when I can track him down, just exactly what he knew about what was really going on .
It isn't only present & ex devotees who have a personal handle on this.
Yes, we have a life today but it doesn't mean we like the "vadder citizen's" activities which are very much "our bussiness".
A premie asked me a few days ago if we didn't have nothing better to do, as to say, leave M alone. 
Why are we here? We are here to get the dirt out, to warn others, and still interested in what happened to the cash money we gave, so the next "Bible" can be written accordingly. LOL
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Posted by: Sulla ®
01/21/2004, 06:35:16
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Geeee John, thanks for the information, I hadn't read your post. I'll be there admiring the divine yacht first thing in the morning the 1st of Feb. I might also have the opportunity to maybe, (why not?), be invited to be a part of the cruise and sail the ocean with the Divine Elephant who ignores only the wise dogs, not the other ones.
I mentioned Mahariguana because it seems that some premies only get the inspiration and strength to talk about the divinity of their master (even after he confirmed that he is not God, but of course he can always be joking) after smoking a joint or having a bottle of wine or two. Sadly, they don't realize yet that the knowledge trip and their Master are just a trip of lies and deception, and not what we had expected them to be from our sincere and innocent premie hearts, no matter what kind of premies we were, smart or dumb, the worst or the best, from the ashrams or married, real devotees or not or bongos or not (including all the different interpretations of what a bongo was). It is difficult to judge them.
John, thanks again for your great job.
Modified by Sulla at Wed, Jan 21, 2004, 06:36:14
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