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Laxer, Mark Eliot

"Take Me for a Ride: coming of age in a destructive cult"


I looked away and saw liquid gold specks lining the blackness.
I had managed, until now, to avoid thoughts about time and had no idea
how long the experience lasted.
"What did you see?" Rama asked the group.
"It looked like Mark was dizzy, and you caught him right when he fell."
"I didn't see anything," reported another. "But I felt very peaceful.
I found it easy to slow my thoughts."
"You dissolved him, Rama," offered another.
As we prepared for the journey back to the cars, Rama invited me
to walk with him at the front of the line.
"That was fun, wasn't it?" he asked several minutes later.
As he scanned the path for rattlesnakes, his powerful beam cut a sharp
tunnel through the darkness.
I agreed. It had been a blast. Over the past five years,
moments of deep meditation had been typically interrupted by thoughts
such as, "Hey--I'm meditating!" But moments earlier, I witnessed
thoughts objectively, as if they belonged to someone else.
"Tonight I helped you see a beautiful world," Rama said. "My intent
is to show my students how to fly through these worlds on their
wings of perception. It is easy to show you because you like me.
Many of my students fear me or hate me--or, even worse, they worship me.


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