Cult, your words take us back to that heartache, as we age and become harder, we forget those youthful feelings that once were so intense and very painful. "Devastation" is a good word to describe rejection ... you have at least common ground with Siddha on that, something like I remember him saying "tearing the wings off a fly". There is no cure for this pain, but I suspect Siddha went on to set up his whole thing as a defence mechanism, as a way to never go through that horror again. Put your love on the spiritual plane, and it can never be violated (at least by earthly means) again. A person like this actually has a very soft heart behind the multiple facades, a person like this is very aware of the hurt that can be experienced by a child (which is like the touch of a butterfly's wings), that most us would not even be dimly aware of ... extreme acute perceptions.
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If I who am no-one was to put my life and every cent that I had into starting a religion then it would happen. There would be people that would believe in it. Even Charles Manson had followers and he was an illiterate drug addicted ex-con son of a teenage prostitute. The only trick to it is to make people happy or a far easier task - convince them that they deserve to be miserable and just keep dangling that carrot of hope.
I was thinking of the Wizard of Oz today, creating a sort of utopia in a place of misery and confusion (this earth), give the people what they want, give them rituals and regulations, give them a community and nice companions, give them activities and projects, give them employment, give them down time (yoga, surfing, making movies, music, martial arts), give them a city of spiritual emeralds, mysticism and magic, give them that "special feeling" that they are more worthy/qualified/advanced than everyone else (tempered with balance that everyone is the spark of God while you are feeling good natured but in the meantime, they are grovelling demons), give them the credibility of scripture and God in the Heart to test the authenticity of the spiritual master), give them a God to love and most of all give them a map to see their way through the ultimate journey: death.
Only the naughty ones or low level workers (or bores) are convinced they deserve to be miserable. The favoured ones get emerald seats. So what, this formula has worked for centuries ... the winners don't want to sit with the workers, bores or rebellious, or ones with no chunk of coin (special talents or qualifications are an exception), and so you have to think of a way to keep them in the outhouse. Mankind and rulers have been doing this for centuries, so no huge conspiracy theory here.
Come with me down the Yellow Brick Road to discover the wonderful wonderful world of Oz, to see the Wizard who will help you return home to Krishna.
The companions must wear special spectacles to keep the brilliance of the Emerald City from blinding them; wearing them, everything appears in different shades of green.
- or face masks / disease tests -
They are told that the Wizard will only see one of them a day
- or none of them unless they are in the "inner sanctum"
The Wizard agrees to help each of them, but his help is conditional -
- too many conditions to list (devotees will know)
Dorothy is forced to work as a maid to the Wicked Witch
- maids know who they are
When each traveler meets the Wizard, he appears each time as someone or something different.
- each devotee is judged according to his special weakness
The Wizard tries to persuade the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman, and the Cowardly Lion that what they lack are not brains or a heart or courage, but faith.
- you don't need money, education, family or any other false prestige to go back to where you belong.
Ultimately the moral of the story is that you have in yourself what you need to return home, you dont need to seek it out from others.
- the spark of God but slight deviation: you need a spiritual master to get back to where you came from.
For those who choose to be in the Land of Oz, it is a happy and protected place to be, so why complain, the Wizard has given them what they want ... is it necessary to look behind the curtain?
Is the Wizard therefore the hero and champion of the people? For he has taken it upon his shoulders to bear the ultimate terror of what is really behind the curtain (nothing) - no wonder he has become so sick and paranoid - he who has given the people a city of emeralds and hope?
For those few nosy green wretched meddling munchkins who have insisted on taking a peek behind the curtain, you have been banished from the Land of Oz, for treason and the potential to create serious political unrest. You can neither go back (you know what is behind the curtain) and you can neither go forward (for nothing is as wonderful, as wonderful as somewhere over the Vrindavan rainbow).