Death Of A Salesman

Maharishi Mahesh Yogi is dead. He introduced the business of Transcendental Meditation  to the West. The Mantra being “BUSINESS”. Made money. Slogans like end world poverty, and world peace.  The Beatles up on a mountain. Mia Farrow, Mike Love and Donovan. Promised a short cut to TM. Get Mantra. Mind travel. Private helicopter. Imagine!
Sexy Sadie what have you done. You made a fool of everyone. Built Peace Palaces of learning around the world. Failed to see India, land of his birth and learning. Helping ease poverty begins at home. Sure, he built schools there to further his name and mission.
Plan to raise $10 trillion to end poverty by sponsoring organic farming in the world’s poorest countries. Wonder what happened to all those donations?  Started by moving into 200-room mansion in the southern Dutch village of Vlodrop.  Took the West on a Magical Mystery Vedic Tour. Donations and a $2,500 (£1,270) fee to learn the technique of TM.
 A twenty-minute Mantra chant and you know how to meditate transcendentally. You can hear laughter from the Himalayan range, peak to mighty peak. You cannot shove TM into a microwave and get a cool quickie mind fix. Does not work like that, Guru! Children in Nepal and Village Idiots in India will tell you that. He sold a fuzzy mystical formula to the West. Packaged it in clever Eastern philosophy. Tied an exotic mental ribbon around his con game, and marketed the hell out of his Mantra of peace. Parlayed his interpretations of ancient scripture and philosophy into a multi-million-dollar global empire. Morons all over the world paid real money to learn his “Yogic Flying”. The Maharishi’s official website shows a picture of three men gliding crosslegged against the backdrop of  a  lake blue sky! The accompanying copy hints that you can physically fly, starting with short body hops! How did he get away with this garbage! A real smooth Guru, this Mr. Mahesh.
Imagine, no possessions; it’s easy if you try. Then retreated to his 200-room monastery. How cool a con is that! If Reincarnation is true, he will reappear someday, selling celestial brain dust in Trafalgar Square. One hit. Nirvana!  Instant Karma’s gonna get you!  

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