I'm Always Looking Behind (Something's Always There)

 

 Even blogging, I'm starting to feel like I don't have much in common with others.

The hints that's true are everywhere:

“Here’s what goes through my head like a ticker-tape: What kind of leader am I? I can’t even get my own shit together. It’s hard to publicly admit that you’re failing or feeling bad – especially when the blogosphere seems to be on a frog-march of relentless positivity. Cupcakes and unicorns! Awesomesauce! Happyhappyjoyjoy!”

 

 "What kind of leader am I?" is NOT on my list of 99 Problems. 

My fucking truck is more important.

   

 Some have said, like Krishnamurti, I'm trying to start my own cult (knowingly using the charge as a gambit) but I don't know at this point what, they think, I would preach.

Disdain, maybe? 

My only true connection with Krishnamurti is knowing what beat I'm marching to:

"I maintain that truth is a pathless land, and you cannot approach it by any path whatsoever, by any religion, by any sect. That is my point of view, and I adhere to that absolutely and unconditionally. Truth, being limitless, unconditioned, unapproachable by any path whatsoever, cannot be organized; nor should any organization be formed to lead or coerce people along a particular path. ... This is no magnificent deed, because I do not want followers, and I mean this. The moment you follow someone you cease to follow Truth. I am not concerned whether you pay attention to what I say or not. I want to do a certain thing in the world and I am going to do it with unwavering concentration. I am concerning myself with only one essential thing: to set man free. I desire to free him from all cages, from all fears, and not to found religions, new sects, nor to establish new theories and new philosophies.”

 

With my spine's issues, I could certainly be Sting's "King Of Pain," but that's about it,...

 

Chuckles The Clown Admits He's In On The Joke

England's NewAge goof, Prince Charles, has now confessed he (arrogantly) thinks he's supposed to "save the world".

Isn't it apparent to everyone, by now, that this mantra (along with other familiar lines like someone being "the love of my life" or "on the path") is shared with every cult on the planet?

"Far, far down the High Street, long past where Oxford’s golden spires give way to neon strip malls, you come to a dense residential zone of tidy town houses, row upon row. In one of these, in a small room, a woman sits immobile in a chair.

She has been held prisoner in this room for days. Eight? Ten? Hard to keep track, when they won’t let you sleep. In shifts, day and night, her captors take turns berating her:

We know you know the number.

You have to tell us.

Why won’t you tell us?

The woman is 58 years old. Not long ago she was the mistress of a château near Bordeaux—elegant, soignée, an aristocrat.

Now she is fed a single meal each day. She is not allowed to bathe or use the bathroom. She is drugged, and sometimes she is beaten.

The captors include members of her own family. They say she knows the number because she is The One—the possessor of knowledge that will free her and the rest of them to fulfill their destiny. They want the number of a bank account in Brussels that will lead them to a secret that will save the world."

Sure. "The One". (I've heard that before somewhere,...) It's all just an astounding display of (and the picture, above, is perfect for showing it) stupidity and arrogance.

Along with all the other supposed enlightened "chosen ones". You know them by thier language. It's the language of "spiritual" people, and celebrities, like Sheryl Crow, and Sting, and Oprah, and every other NewAge fan of homeopathy/environmentalism/psychics/yoga - and who knows what else - once they get too full of themselves.

Don't you guys understand that when someone's indoctrinated into a cult they adopt language to indicate who's in and who's out?

Yoga people don't do stretches - they do "asanas", right?

If you don't like Scientology, you're an "SP" (suppressive person), correct?
These people don't just "talk", they repeat the lines they've been fed because they are devoid of their own minds, literally, of imagination itself.

That's why they need gurus, "life coaches", and/or someone else to follow.

Listen to their language. [click image to enlarge.]

Then you'll know who's actually screwing things up for the planet.

And for everyone else.

Caught In A Hippie Cult Of Liars

"It wasn't true,...we just decided to make it a bit more romantic."

-- Janis Raven, public relations person for the, recently deceased, English entrepreneur, Anita Roddick (above) who deceived everyone - including people in Third World countries - after she stole her concept for The Body Shop.

"Among the major corporations which have enlisted these firms are AT&T, GM, Ford, IBM, Calvin Klein, Westinghouse, Dupont, Scott Paper, Campbell Soup, Lockheed, RCA, Procter and Gamble, All State Insurance, NEC, Boeing Aerospace, General Foods, GE, and McDonald's in-short, approximately 20% of the Fortune 500 corporations, plus innumerable smaller companies,...

...The IRS, CIA, the Army, Navy, and Air Force have all engaged these training companies. Many of the trainers, however, use techniques and promote philosophies at variance with the moral and religious convictions of employees,...Most often, these techniques and philosophies arise from the broad and variegated matrix of the so- called New Age Movement (NAM). And this fact has caused a great deal of controversy,...The core of the controversy is highlighted by Arthur Johnson's statement that 'There's a fine line between corporate culture and corporate cults.'"

-- Lawrence A. Pile giving a breakdown of some of the many companies that hired Werner Erhard (above) est, and/or The Landmark Forum, and other '70s cult-inspired groups, to "motivate" their employees. These teachings, which have now saturated Western culture and are now accepted as fact by some, were found to be deceptive and dangerous, resulting in massive lawsuits.

"I am still doing the same thing as in 1968."

-- Joel Rosenman (above) one creator of the Woodstock festival, who is now caught in Norman Hsu's pyramid scheme of Democratic fundraising.

"Dolphins, penguins, who gives a shit,...?"

-- Sting (above) the supposedly-socially conscious Sting (above) whose chef testified he is married to a woman with a "grandiose ego"; from an article called Superstar Hypocrite, which details his many deceptions, "green" pronouncements, and various ethical issues.

"Fads like astrology and be-ins, free love, newfangled drugs, the Hare Krishna movement,...dropping out,...generally thumbing the nose at the Man".

-- Charles Isherwood, describing the themes behind Hair - "one of the last Broadway musicals to saturate the culture" - which is returning to the stage for another run at ruining it, in The New York Times.

"At the heart of [Carlos Castanada's] movement was a group of intensely devoted women, all of whom were or had been his lovers. They were known as the witches, and two of them,...vanished the day after Castaneda's death,...A few weeks later, Patricia Partin, Castaneda's adopted daughter as well as his lover, also disappeared. In February 2006, a skeleton found in Death Valley, Calif., was identified through DNA analysis as Partin's."

-- Robert Marshall, in an article on "The Godfather of the New Age" for Salon.com.

"One afternoon, a young Malaysian woman had a psychotic breakdown, attacked ashram workers and was dragged away by police. I later found her at the police station, half-catatonic, mumbling 'darshan, darshan, darshan' over and over again. At dinner another evening, [my friend] pointed out a wan Austrian woman tugging around a listless little boy. She was frenzied because she'd had a dream in which Sai Baba instructed her to abandon her 7-year-old son and live on the streets as a beggar, and she didn't know whether she had the 'strength' to do it."

-- Michelle Goldberg, with an article on Sai Baba (above) the pedophile Indian guru who sells incense all over the San Francisco Bay Area, also in Salon.com.

"If he sidles up to someone who loves Tito Puente, he’ll be quick to say, 'Oh, I’ve been listening to him for years!' If he meets someone who hates Tito Puente, he’ll shed a single tear and bite his lip that he just couldn’t get Puente’s albums banned, because of that awful Republican-controlled Congress,...you can sometimes catch the duplicity.

With Hillary it’s much harder. She plans everything. Her notion of spontaneity is changing her brand of day planner without having a meeting about it first.

Bill could speak with a forked tongue on the fly. Off the cuff he said he agreed with the minority but would have voted with majority when it came to the first Gulf War. He tried pot but didn’t inhale. Monica Lewinsky had sexual contact with him, but he never had sexual contact with her.

What Bill says with rakish bluster, Hillary pulls off with schoolmarmish fog."

-- Jonah Goldberg, on Bill and Hillary Clinton (above) the '60s generation's first White House couple.