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| Posted By: |
mlurtsema |
| Date: |
13-Dec-2003-20:53:31 |
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For The Record |
During the summer of 1988, Uncle Tantra and Mike R. were kind enough to allow me to sleep on a couch for a week or two until I found a place to rent and a job. It was the summer we all migrated to New York. I am grateful for that, because otherwise I might have had to sleep in my car until the money I was expecting came.
Although the mask through which UT views life and mine are probably less than compatible, I never presumed that mine was high vibe while his was low vibe (or the other way around). Until recently I never knew how much he hated my mask. So, I am even more grateful that he was able to tolerate me for the amount of time that he did.
Nor did UT actually come on to me or try to play with my "Pee-Pee". I was playing with him by mirroring his insults about my so-called macho fetish back to him. However, I do not want to impunge his character in any way.
I do remember having a conversation with Mike R and UT one night when I first moved in. He had some cool Japanese lamps and we talked about those and his new job at a bank.
Anybody who knows me knows that I have a ribald sense of humor and a healthy libido. I always have and I make no apologies. I probably said something about sex--that would definately be in my character. What would be uncharacteristic is for me to call any woman a stupid bitch. My approach to spiritual practice has always been in the spirit of Drukpa Kunley Legpa -- a rather ribald and horny itinerant lama Bhutan and Tibet. In other words Uncle Tantra, I am a tantracist, who lives outside of the accepted norm.
I am writing this for the record on behalf of those people who seem to have a violent problem with me. Most of you don't even know me, are neutral, or could give a rats ass. In fact, it would surprise me if most folks had enough interest in this thread to have made it this far.
The truth is, I have dedicated my life to spiritual practice, whatever your perception of me and your vision of my so-called past. Whatever your view of my talent, persona, or whatever. I really do not want to be a cause of your animus, so I am apologizing for whatever it is that makes you hate me so.
Which brings us to the elephant in the room that no one wants to acknowledge. Rama.
Yes, I broke the rules. Guilty.
But I did not lie.
So if you want to hate me for being bold enough to tell the truth, you are only harming yourself. I am sorry for that.
Rama and I came to terms with each other long long ago. I am not holding this anymore. Why are you?
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