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Laxer, Mark Eliot

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

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About an hour later, Rama had us watch The Adventures of Buckaroo
Bonzai on the VCR. I sat several feet back from the group.
After the movie Rama announced, "Someone is way off. Can anyone see
who it is?"
The disciples glanced at me.
"Of course, you all know that it's Agni. Now what's the matter, baby?"
I told him that things in my life were not working out.
I told him that I needed to try something new.
"If you wish to leave, please don't bring everyone else down."
"Sorry, Rama."
When I got home, I wrote, "good. i feel much better already.
keep breathing. slow. keep remembering Mark Eliot, is the breather.
Before he met any of these people he was the breather; so too after.
Before he dreamed himself into a don Juan/CC [Carlos Castaneda]
world extravagansa...Fred--he's cool. But he was formatted improperly
by a bad occultist. Simple. He also wanted to be a Guru, told me
so in a UCSD parking lot. But cool guy. Powerful attention level.
Controls every situation impeccably. cares about others what seems
to be an enormous amount. Yet detached. cold. warm. whatever he
was projecting. A master illusionist. Created/s dreams & realities
with the flick of a wrist. This has not been healthy for me.


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