Showing posts with label ram dass. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ram dass. Show all posts

Friday, January 8, 2010

Popular? Giving Advice? Probably A Scumbag

"In 1963 [Timothy] Leary and Mr. [Richard 'Ram Dass'] Alpert were kicked out of Harvard for their exploits, which included giving drugs to undergraduates. One of the men behind their expulsion was none other than Andrew Weil, still an undergraduate. Jealous at not being fully admitted into their world or, Mr. Lattin suggests, being given the best drugs, Mr. Weil helped engineer an exposé of Leary and Mr. Alpert in The Harvard Crimson. He took the pair down, Mr. Lattin writes, 'with the zeal of a jilted lover. The older men never fully forgave him."

-- Dwight Garner, suggesting America's weirdest NewAge witchdoctor started his career as a classic snitch and addict - no surprise there - because, ultimately, Andrew Weil has (along with the '60's "scene" that spawned him) never revealed anything to me that said he cared one iota about anyone else, or anything about right or wrong, and the same goes for The New York Times.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

40 Years Later: It's Leather And Fishnets (Thanks)

These kids aren't hippies - they're seekers. Today was a serious religious occasion."

-- Allen Ginsberg, after the first "Human Be-In", in the book, "The Harvard Psychedelic Club: How Timothy Leary, Ram Dass, Huston Smith, and Andrew Weil Killed the Fifties and Ushered in a New Age for America" - getting that first obvious "spiritual" lie out before the even more dubious dissembling began - because NewAge falsehoods (and drugs) were all they had to sell, and - more often than not - all they needed, when speaking to The San Francisco Chronicle.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Sounds Like A Plan (On How To Waste Your Life)

"I met Ram Dass, my first spiritual teacher (above) in 1975 in New York when I was 23 years old, several weeks after completing the est training in Boston, which was several months after having spent one and a half years screaming my head off in Primal Therapy. I was desperately trying to cure myself of being me, a futile pursuit that would continue for three decades, and would take me all around the world to meet shamans, healers and gurus, stay in ashrams and monasteries, sit for long hours on meditation cushions, chant in foreign tongues, and live up to 40 days in primitive huts on solo retreat.

I experimented extensively with psychedelic drugs, ancient spiritual techniques and outrageous new ones. I was massaged, shiatsu-ed, and rolfed, took hundreds of consciousness workshops, human potential seminars, and self-improvement courses, sat with psychics, channels and tarot readers, experienced Primal, Gestalt, Bioenergetics, Object Relations, generic talk therapies and anti-depressants. And that's the short list. (The complete one gets embarrassing. Suffice it to say that it includes learning the Tush Push exercise in a Human Sexuality weekend — you don't want to know — as well as having an obese female therapist sit on my head at Esalen Institute, so I could re-experience being smothered by my mother.)"


Eliezer Sobel, a typically idiotic NewAge cultist, doing what comes naturally - and probably convincing as many other extremely gullible types as possible to do the same - courtesy of the Mystic Bourgeoisie