The Strangest Job

“We have the strangest job!” Susan sighed while pulling up a chair at the nurse’s station next to Jenny. Jenny laughed while continuing with her nursing paperwork.

Susan sipped her coffee as she opened a medical chart, “I just got here,” she vented quickly to Jenny, “I walked into the room of a woman I’d never met. In less than ten minutes I’d introduced myself in Spanish and said ‘I need to put my hand into your vagina and remove blood clots because you’re hemorrhaging inside. Don’t worry. This will hurt. I’ll be careful. Oh you’re baby is so cute!’ Then I reached inside her vagina, removed a liter of blood clots, and apologized. I fussed over the baby in her husband’s arms, told her to breastfeed, hugged her, and left. She will never see me again. All the while I could only think about finding this other chart, and needing coffee. It’s not even 8 a.m.” Jenny laughed again, nodding in agreement.

Susan savored the warm brown morning elixir while reviewing a chart. For a nurse-midwife, it’s the most normal thing – another vagina, baby, placenta, blood.

Marta just became a mother for the second time, each interaction was memorable in her intensity of childbirth pain, joy and fear. Marta’s previous baby had been by cesarean section; this was her first successful vaginal birth.

Marta’s uterus filled with blood after recently giving birth on the previous shift. At Susan’s request, Marta’s young new nurse had already used a catheter to empty Marta’s bladder since a full bladder can prevent a post partum uterus from contracting to control blood loss. An empty bladder and anti-hemmorhagic medications pitocin and methergine had not helped.

Susan had just arrived and needed to act quickly. She made eye contact with Marta speaking with calm certainty to keep Marta focused, “Respira produndo y sople – Breathe deep and blow.” Susan’s gaze held Marta’s eyes with exagerated nodding her head to guide Marta with deep breaths, she slid her lubricated gloved right hand between Marta’s swollen labia through her vagina until forearm-deep into Marta’s most intimate area. Susan tried not to traumatize Marta as she felt a large masses of jello-like clots in the lower uterine segment. Susan scooped several handfulls of blood clots into a pile of beet jelly between Marta’s brown thighs. Susan felt the rough texture of the inside of the lower uterus clamp down around her fingers after removal of obstruction. Gently retracting her bloody gloved hand, Susan used her ungloved hand to massage Marta’s abdomen. Marta winced in pain while her uterus tightened to a round cantaloupe inside her soft abdomen. Marta opened her eyes “Ah, me siento mejor. Gracias! – Ah I feel better, Thank you!”

Marta’s husband looked woozy as he stood aside holding their new son. He said he was fine when asked. Susan directed him to sit down on nearby sofa and wondered if seeing a stranger’s arm inside his wife’s bloody vagina would affect their relationship. After washing her hands, Susan checked Marta’s blood pressure then gently placed her hand on Marta’s husband’s upper arm, “Todo está bien ahora. No se preocupe. – Everything is all right now. Don’t worry.” They made eye contact, smiled and nodded with reassurance.

Susan felt like she violated a woman when she had to take aggressive action before having developed personal rapport with a patient. Since she just arrived on duty, Susan and Marta had not met before. Regardless of feelings, Marta was now stable together with her husband and newborn – that is what mattered.

Back at the nursing desk Susan scanned the next patient’s chart for areas of concern. She quickly reviewed prenatal blood test results, blood pressures, diabetes status, weight gain, ultrasound results, uterine growth. The previous shift’s midwife had been too busy to complete the admission process for a recently arrived obese woman in active labor. Obesity carries concurrent high risk issues for pregnancy, labor and birth. Susan learned her new patient’s medical history, and quickly needed to complete a physical exam and admission paperwork to prepare for potential surprises. She was responsible for four other laboring patients – two diabetics, one with oligohydramnios, one with elevated blood pressure whose membranes had ruptured with thick meconium in the amniotic fluid before beginning labor. It was early in the day and Susan was already behind.

Susan smiled to Jenny again, holding up the right hand with coffee cup, “Really, who would believe what we actually do, where our hands go and what we say each day? While the whole time I only thought about needing coffee.”

Jenny laughed, “My husband has no idea. He gets nauseous if I mention even a little about work. Oh, I have a student nurse today, she’s been trained and is doing all my work for me. You’ve met Olivia before.”

“Hi Olivia! Good job! You’re lucky to be trained by Jenny. Thanks for taking care of the woman in room 20. She seems stable now so I’ll be in later; I have to check on some other worries first. Call me for anything.”

Jenny laughed, “You know we will!”

Susan stood up to meet this morning’s laboring women and their families.

Undercover in Netherlands – Miracle of Love. TV show review

Alberto Stegeman, Undercover in Nederland

On February 27, 2011 Alberto Stegeman televised an investigative report with hidden cameras, revealing cult recruitment in the international “Miracle of Love” (MOL).

The entire Dutch Show can be watched here :

UNDERCOVER IN NEDERLAND (49), Miracle of Love

The television show highlights the path that a new participant in Miracle of Love’s Intensive- Seminar may traverse as he or she enters MOL entry level activities. Eventually a vulnerable new member’s entire social world becomes MOL based, at the expense of family, former friendships, and work relationships.

True MOL members relinquish personal direction to the mercy of MOL’s leadership. They believe that MOL involvement and recruiting others will help them “break free of this illusory world” to “come home to their True Self” as taught by their deceased “Lord Gourasana.”

With hidden camera footage of actual group “Intensives” and “meditations,” Stegeman highlights practices known to alter brain chemistry and create a highly suggestible state in vulnerable participants : long hours, limited sleep, no caffeine, no contact with outsiders, highly emotional small group confessionals, dancing naked and singing embraced with others – regressing to the state of a child at summer camp. Stegeman graphically compares MOL’s methods to those used by the late Reverand Jim Jones of the People’s Temple in Jonestown.

Participants in MOL "Intensive" or "Seminar"

Stegeman interviews various experts for psychological and legal implications of promoting such practices as therapy.

As with any “cult” membership, no one intends to join a cult. A person at time of crisis seeks help, finds a “loving” support group and unwittingly is both exploited and becomes a co-conspirator. The ultimate goal is cult expansion while padding the leaders’ wealth and power.

Limitations of this TV show are that the investigator did not reach MOL’s higher echelons to reveal leadership’s lifestyle and orchestrations. Reaching higher levels of MOL requires more time, donation of large sums of money, recruitment power, an accessible trust fund or business skills needed by the cult. As in any cult, only tested devoted MOL members reach the upper echelons.

Overall, the TV show was a breakthrough of insider cult reporting.

Thank you to Alberto Stegeman and crew!

Two former MOL participants blogged responses to the TV expose’ – linked below.

My thoughts after “Undercover Nederland on Miracle of Love” by Milena, on her blog dedicated to sharing My life with Miracle of Love.

DriekBlog writes a review of Miracle of Love exposed on Dutch TV from his perspective as a former MOL participant.

Dutch promotion for “Miracle of Love” TV expose’

"Lord Gourasana"

"Kalindi La Gourasana" speaks

The Netherlands is known as one of the world’s most socially and religiously tolerant societies. However, Dutch social tolerance does not extend to tolerance of clandestine abuse.

The Hague’s coexistence of Dutch parliament with United Nations’ international judiciary dramatically exemplifies the Netherlands’ co-existing concern for social freedom and intolerance of abuse.

This week, Dutch media furor revolves around an upcoming TV show to detail a sect which operates covertly in Dutch society by applying psychologically and financially destructive methods to its members. The group also has branches elsewhere in the world.

Dutch undercover reporter Alberto Stegeman exposes the Dutch division of the “Miracle of Love” (MOL) cult, whose deemed voice of God Carol Seidman aka “Kalindi La Gourasana” died last year. David Swanson aka “Lord Gourasana” as MOL’s deemed incarnation of God died a number of years ago.

(My obituary for Seidman aka Kalindi with other informative links can be read here )

Stegeman’s investigation involved one year of cult infiltration with hidden recording equipment. The show will detail MOL’s Dutch operations, including footage to reveal MOL’s loving-abusive brand of social persuasion “brainwashing” during MOL’s Seminar / Intensive.

The final Dutch televised expose’ can be viewed on Dutch TV SBS 6, February 26 Sunday evening , 9:30 pm.

Non Dutch audiences may watch the same show online on February 27, Monday, through the show’s website, check on “Programma Gemist”

www.undercoverinnederland.nl

Click here for an English language review of the undercover TV expose’ of Miracle of Love.

Dutch preview sites and video clips provide vivid imagery.
Dutch concern gains momentum with promotion of this TV report.

Links below preview the upcoming expose’ :

AD Sportwereld article plus television interview w/ reporter. Scroll down for the TV interview w/ small preview video clips.

HVNL Video news clip / preview with shocking video clip for Dutch television.

Translation from Dutch to English of key sections from above video clip of MOL’s Seminar / Intensive :

Undercover during the Seminar (Intensive) : (00:00 – 00:08)

Miracle of Love member: We don’t talk about anything that happens in this room.

First reaction presenter : (00:08 – 00:30)

This infiltration took more than a year. Because we would like to know what is
really going on in this community. Nobody knows about it. We don?t know anything
about cults. We know only the stories from people that left cults. We know the
stories from people that say a family member is involved and I don’t see him
anymore. We wanted to know what is really going on. Is there a cult in the
Netherlands? And how do they brainwash people?

Undercover during the Seminar: (00:30 – 00:34)

Miracle of Love leader: I want to fuck my mother, I want to fuck my brother, I
want to be fucked by an animal..

Second reaction presenter: (00:34 – 00:57)

They say that they are a faith community. They say that they want the best for
all the people around. But we saw – as a member – that it is a cult who is
trying to brainwash people. Finally it is just about giving your money and
saying goodbye to your identity. Friends and family are not important anymore.

Dutch undercover journalist during the Seminar: (0057: 01:04)

Everybody is dancing and running around naked. Can you please get me out of
here?

Third reaction presenter: (01:04 – 01:15)

I?m disguised as a worried father from my colleague, who was inside this cult. I
went to the Seminar and then you can see that you cannot go inside.

Undercover: (01:15 – 01:21)

Miracle of Love member: I understand that you are the father?

Journalist Alberto Stegeman: Yes.

Miracle of Love member: We have a workshop going on. People from outside cannot
go inside.

Undercover during the Seminar (01:21 – 01:25)

Miracle of Love leader: Say it: butt fuck. butt fuck, butt fuck, butt fuck,
butt fuck.

Undercover (01:25 – 01:33)

Journalist Alberto Stegeman: I just want to see what is going on inside. Just as
a father, because I want to know what my daughter is doing.

Miracle of Love member: No, that is not possible.

TV station SBS article plus translation below.
Undercover in Nederland SBS 6, same article with translation below.

25 February 2011
New series of hidden camera reports starts Sunday on SBS 6

Undercover in Nederland reveals shocking scenes within Dutch sect

Rumours and stories about sects in the Netherlands have done the rounds for
years, but up to now there has never been any proof. This Sunday, in Undercover
in Nederland, investigative journalist Alberto Stegeman will reveal some intense
and never before seen images of what really goes on behind a sect’s closed
doors. In the past year, Alberto Stegeman and his team secretly infiltrated the
Miracle of Love sect; originally from America, this organisation – which
purports to be a religious community – has been recruiting members in the
Netherlands since 2006. The hidden camera images show how members are
deliberately being mislead, have to follow bizarre orders given by the leaders
and become estranged from their families and friends. Undercover in Nederland
will be broadcast on SBS 6 from 9.30 p.m. on Sunday 27 February.

Alberto Stegeman: “The last serious investigation into sects dates back to the
early eighties, and no effective legislation has ever been passed in this area.
We therefore knew little or nothing about this world, apart from the stories of
people who had managed to extricate themselves from such groups or people, for
example, who had lost a family member to such an organisation. This report will
change all that, at long last. Miracle of Love is a sinister society that seems
to be aimed at taking away people’s money, their possessions and ultimately even
their identity.”

The report shows clearly how members are literally and metaphorically stripped
of everything. “People are asked to dance around naked, they have to fantasize
about having sex with their own mother and we even filmed someone who had to
imagine murdering a family member. Everyone has to follow the orders given by
the leaders. During these sessions, which can last for days, there can be no
phone calls, no coffee may be drunk, no social conversation is allowed,
participants are deprived of sleep and they are not told in advance what is
going to happen. The leaders of this sect seek to convince the members that
normal life is an illusion. Everything is aimed at letting go of your own
identity and opting for Miracle of Love. To achieve this end, the leaders use
truly appalling methods.”

The leaders do not allow anyone to speak about what happens within the walls.
Members have to sign a confidentiality agreement to this end. “This long-term
undercover project, recordings for which took us nearly a year to complete, will
give everyone a chance to see exactly what happens when people are sucked into a
society like this”, Stegeman says.

In the programme, various experts will advocate regulations and legislation to
combat such abuses and to prevent them happening in the future. Stegeman: “I
anticipate that the report will cause quite a stir, not least among politicians
in The Hague.”

Tuesday Meditation

Setting : 1969 small town Southern California. My father is a military engineer. This is next of a series about growing up in the early days of the Transcendental Meditation Movement. My parents ran a TM Center out of our home

It’s Tuesday, weekly meditation evening. I clear the table and wash dinner dishes, while Mom, Dad and Gunnar arrange chairs in a circle in the living room. Mom and Dad talk about keeping our home vibrations pure to support group meditation. “We must enliven silence within each of us, without disruption.”

My mother carefully lights incense and Dad dims lights before other meditators arrive. I remove the pink telephone handset from the wall receiver, wrapping it firmly in a kitchen towel and stuffing it behind the blender to muffle the noisy dial tone. The home must be silent for Tuesday’s mediation meetings.

Mom explains, “This evening’s tape is about the seven stages of consciousness, Gina. This is important, you should stay and listen. You will integrate Maharishi’s knowledge and reach Cosmic Consciousness while young. You are spared the stress and problems that others experience before earning initiation. You must have been very special in a past life to earn this opportunity!”

Our parents often invite us to join their meetings, as they want Maharishi’s knowledge to uplift our impressionable minds. “This is more important than your school homework,” they explain.

I arrange flowers, fruit, and glasses on the table with a pitcher of distilled water while Mom and Dad go change and prepare for the meeting. I don’t where Gunnar is. Herb Tea is ready to simmer later. Sometimes our parents allow me to thread the delicate reel-to-reel audio tape sent weekly from Maharishi’s regional offices in Los Angeles or New York.

Gunnar and I dutifully greet arriving guests, “Welcome” we smile with breathy voices as we’d been taught. “Please remove your shoes and leave them here.” we point to the mixed shoe collection in our entryway. Padding in stocking feet, we escort guests to the encircled chairs in the living room. “Please sit and enjoy the silence until everyone has arrived. Refreshments will be served later.”

Like a silent actor, I try to feel special and enlightened with my brother, but I just want to leave.

When the living room circle is complete, our parents lead group mediation. The adults sit straight with closed eyes. Upturned palms rest lightly in their laps, feet flat on the floor, or gently crossed at the ankle. Incense infused stone silence with uniform seating is a normal weekly event. Suppressing a sneeze from incense, Gunnar and I signal one another, pointing to the front door. We nod and tiptoe out of the house during adult meditation.

I breathe deeply of spring’s evening air, away from suffocating silence indoors. Mom and Dad do not call us back. Our parents are the local group leaders; they must maintain spiritual calm. They expect us to be perfect enlightened children. We peddle our banana-seat bicycles to friends’ homes to watch television or do homework.

A few hours later, Elaine’s parents send me home because it’s bedtime. My brother and I arrive home as guests leave, ritually saluting “Jai Guru Dev” they shake hands and depart. “Jai Guru Dev” means “Praises to Guru Dev”, honoring Maharishi’s deceased spiritual Master for this path to enlightenment.

Mom and Dad come to my bedroom, calm and relaxed from meditating, “Good night Gina. Thank you for leaving us alone with our group.” They hug and kiss me quickly good night. They leave and I hear them down the hall doing the same with Gunnar. They never reprimand us, nor inquire about our unaccounted departures during meditation. I wonder if they care.

On day at dinner, Mom announces :


“Charlie Lutes arrives tomorrow to lead meditation. Gina, Charlie will sleep in your bedroom tomorrow, so this evening, move into Gunnar’s room. Bring everything you’ll need for two days and nights, so you won’t disturb Charlie tomorrow while he is our guest.”

Before I could respond to my mandatory relocation, Mom continues :

“Charlie was Maharishi’s first initiate in the USA. He is a retired business man, using business skills to build Maharishi’s following. He is pure and spiritually evolved. We are honored to have him visit.”

“Remember when I told you that Roland Olson had been a pharaoh? Well, Charlie is a true Kshatriya, of India’s warrior caste. Maharishi is also a Kshatriya. They are both spiritual warriors who battle the world’s dark forces and ignorance. Charlie used to be a great military general. Now Charlie uses his part warrior experiences to battle spiritual darkness.”

Mom sits up taller and smiles, “Maharishi says we are all kshatriyas’ battling darkness by bringing light to the battle the world’s darkness.”

Gunnar and I stop playing footsie beneath the dining table, while we listen. I had seen television footage of the Vietnam War. I envision a military commando arriving from Southeast Asia to teach meditation.

Mom continues:
“In past lives, Charlie was Genghis Khan, Attila the Hun and Alexander the Great. He is one of history’s greatest Kshatriyas, coming to teach meditation for a few days.”

I’ heard of Attila the Hun and Alexander the Great. I imagine a gladiator visitor. Surprised that they are the same person and coming to our house, I look across the table to wide-eyed Gunnar. Confused, we simultaneously turn questioningly toward Dad. Dad nods in agreement with Mom, and goes on,

“Maharishi says we are all Kshatriyas, the warrior caste, battling evil forces by enlivening humanity’s pure consciousness. In his past lives, Charlie was many of history’s greatest conquerors, when he was less spiritually evolved. Each lifetime he evolved as an improvement upon his past. Charlie used his innate leadership to become a successful businessman. Now retired, Charlie leads our spiritual army in Maharishi’s service.”

Gunnar looks excited and asks “Will he bring guns or swords like a G.I. Joe?” He imagines hosting the living embodiment of his war doll.

I freeze while contemplating how to tell my friends that Alexander the Great and Attila the Hun will be sleeping in my bedroom. I decide it’s better to say nothing.

“What does he wear?” I ask, wondering how I will explain a living gladiator to the neighbors.
Dad laughs, “He wears normal business clothes in this lifetime.” Gunnar looks disappointed. I sigh with relief that I don’t have to explain gladiator in our driveway.

“David Wants to Fly” with San Francisco friends

Nearly 30 friends gathered with overwhelming support for a personal coming-out gathering, at yesterday’s 4 pm screening of “David Wants to Fly” for the German Gems Film Festival in San Francisco’s beautiful Castro Theater.

A mutual friend is convinced that I could save Mark from his confusing past. So, Mark sat next to me at our pre-film lunch. He was raised in Fairfield, Iowa’s Transcendental Meditation community, attending Maharishi schools. Like many second generation TMers, Mark also spent time on Maharishi’s segregated celibate “Thousand Headed Purusha Program” with prolonged mediations and accompanying indoctrination videos. Marks parents had alternately served as Maharishi University faculty and for David Lynch’s foundation to spread TM to the world. As a young adult trying to find his way, Mark’s inner battles continue to haunt him as tries to create an independent life. He struggles to sort love for family and community enmeshed with Maharishi’s world plan, and the insanities he saw around him.

Mark asked questions about Maharishi’s sex life and the Shrivastava family bank accounts, to which I could only respond, “Where there is smoke, there is usually fire.”

“But why won’t those former lovers of Maharishi come forth and talk?”

“They’re concerned about stigma, Mark. One them did write a book about her experience as Maharishi’s lover, called ‘Robes of Silk, Feet of Clay’. The rest remain silent.”

“But there isn’t stigma for this background, not today! I know.” Mark spoke emphatically. “When I tell people in New York about my background, they find it interesting, they don’t hold it against me.”

“Mark, you and I were raised in this. We didn’t make a seeming unwise choice. So society provides allowances for us to speak of the cult experience. However, the professional world often adversely judges those who joined a cult, viewing them as flawed, weak, insecure.”

Across the table, Joe added, “No one in my professional world knows my background with Maharishi. It could jeopardize my job. I’m very careful who I disclose this to. The professional world thinks I was old enough to know better when I joined.”

I turned to Mark, “There could be concern about their work stability or professional judgement. That is why former cult members are reluctant to speak forth. Maharishi University graduates often struggle with listing their cult education on a resume. Society overall still does not understand that anybody could be vulnerable for brainwashing techniques and social persuasion. In fact, ICSA found that the majority of those who join cults are actually above average intelligence, just caught at a vulnerable time of life.”

“But there are a lot of people who would want to know about those women who slept with Maharishi. This is big news!” Mark emphasized.

“No, Mark, it’s not big news. Outside the (TM) Movement, no one cares. The rest of the world does not care about the Movement. That’s why the Movement got away with their shenanigans for so long.”

“I disagree with you. And I really want to know where Maharishi’s family money is. I want to talk with someone who knows first hand about the Movement finances.”

“Probably in unmarked Swiss bank accounts.” I shrugged. “The only people who know are the account holders themselves, and they won’t talk. According to Maharishi’s former secretary, Maharishi sent his nephew to UCLA business school so he could run the Movement’s finances. Maharishi’s ex lovers don’t talk because they must continue with their current lives. Outside the TM Movement, sleeping with Maharishi does not carry a mystical connotation. Who would want to publicly admit they had slept with a slimy haired guy dressed in white silk and beads, even if he was the Beatles guru?”

I leaned over to Mark, “But his old secretary told me that one of the lovers stole Maharishi’s beads. He showed up for the next day’s lecture without beads to play with.”

Mark laughed, “Those would be worth a lot of money.”

“Sure,” I chuckled, “How much do you think Maharishi’s beads would fetch on eBay?”

I continued while Mark slowly chewed his lunch, wondering how much he was digesting, “One of the reasons that TM is a cult, compared to other meditation forms, is because of the secrecy. People are lured with promises of scientific method to deep rest to release creativity. In actuality, vulnerable people are brought to a supposed spiritual practice to lure them into an obtuse deceptive and expensive society – the one that you were born into. From the beginning with mantra instruction, the initiate is told to keep the mantra secret ostensibly ‘for your own good.’ A new initiate is trained to keep things secret. From that point on, the secrets continue to unfold, at higher and higher prices.”

Mark responded with calm dignity, “Hindu scriptures explain that a guru must sometimes deceive his disciple for the disciples’ own good.”

“Mark, I’m sorry. You’re not as aware of the recruitment process, because you were raised with this and are accustomed to the mythological society. But TM is not presented that way to the outside world.”

Mark nodded.

Joe, a former TM Initiator, interjected from across the table, “That’s ancient hinduism. This is modern America and Europe. Do you think such deception is appropriate? The validity of ancient mystical teachings is the study of philosophy. TM claims to be scientific, but it is anything but. TM teachers know they are lying. It is deception by omission. Their goal is to recruit people for increased involvement with the TM Movement. You know that. I know that. They know that. They speak in their trained semi hypnotic voices to reassuringly encourage someone to begin TM.”

Mark nodded in agreement, “I cannot disagree with you here.”

“Mark, it’s not normal. We were taught to ‘reveal higher levels of knowledge’ only to those who are ready. The TM insider definition of ‘those who are ready’ means those who’ve relinquished critical thinking so that they’ll slowly accept a alternative life paradigm, then pay Maharishi’s organization thousands of dollars to maintain their status.”

Mark added, “When I was on Purusha, rich kids like the Daniels’ kid could do whatever they wanted. They didn’t follow ‘Program,’ at all and never got into trouble. The rest of us had to stay strictly on ‘Program’ or be reprimanded.”

“That’s right, it’s about keeping the wealthy happy so they’ll continue to donate. You saw that. It’s not about spirituality. A valid organization does not hide their hierarchy to the outside world – whether it’s a business, church or political institution.”

Mark defended the Movement, with standard insider justifications, “Going into the future, if the Movement survives they might not need to hide the hierarchy anymore. It’s an early developmental stage of the Movement. Early Christianity probably kept secrets. The Catholic Church has a robbed monastic hierarchy too.”

“Mark, first off the Movement tells the world that Transcendental Mediation is not religious. You know differently. I’m not an expert on the history of the Catholic Church. I know that Catholicism began with a public alliance with Rome’s government under the Emperor Constantine. Today, anyone entering a Catholic church knows the existence of priests, nuns, convents, monasteries, the palatial Vatican, extremes of Opus Dei and their holy communion. The basic structure of Catholicism is not hidden, whether one accepts the teachings or not. The basic structure of Transcendental Mediation is hidden by presenters who try to bring this to school children, businesses and other groups. That is a classic mark of a destructive cult.”

Joe added, “The people who went psychotic on the long rounding courses are split inside themselves, from the trance technique and dissociation that can occur. That’s not higher consciousness, that’s an aberrant dissociative state.”

Mark almost whispered, “I know people who went crazy and others who committed suicide. Someone recently.”

“I know, Mark. I’m sorry.” I momentarily placed my hand on his, “We all lost loved ones in the Movement. I knew the Swarz family too.”

“You knew them?” He looked up.

“Yes, a long time ago, when Daniel was a baby. They are good people. It’s sad.” I sighed, “Mark, many of them did not need to go insane or die. They could have accessed real help.”

“But those who became schizophrenic already had a weakness toward that. TM didn’t make them that way.” Mark declared.

“Maybe some had a propensity for mental problems, But TM should not be marketed as panacea for everything. If TM teachers really helped, they could refer troubled meditators to appropriate professionals, rather than direct them more deeply into the Movement for solutions.”

“The Movement changed.” Mark returned to a defensive stance. “They don’t tell people to continue to meditate thought unstressing. You’re talking about the old days. Those old directions changed. It’s better.”

Joe looked momentarily surprised, he turned to me, “The Movement doesn’t encourage long rounding anymore?”

“Joe, they don’t push the long meditations as much as they used to.” I explained, “I think they tired of the law suits. Now they sell other products to keep the money coming. Untested Ayurvedic therapies, spa treatments, magical architecture plans for thousands of dollars, special gemstones, yagyas to balance the doshas, fundraising arms for donations to spread TM elsewhere and generate new recruits.”

“What are doshas?” asked Joe

“Some type of mystical body energetic tendencies. I refused to learn them. It’s a theory that creates a market for Maharishi teas and other magic for enlightenment. They changed products to suit a changing market. Have to maintain the novelty factor.”

I continued, “For example, yagyas were the big push some years back. For thousands of dollars a person could buy mystical prayer ceremonies performed by invisible Indian pundits. When I nearly died of a car accident in 1999, as a single mother of three with one in college, my mother was pleased to have purchased a $10,000 yagya for my recovery. My daughter was confused when her grandmother sent thousands of dollars to India while our family was in a survival crisis. We were were trying to keep our home and continue my daughter in college when I had almost died. I explained to my daughter that was the best her grandmother could offer. We shouldn’t take it personally, just pretend we don’t have a grandmother because she’ll never be able to provide real support.”

I turned to Mark next me, “That’s what a cult looks like. You’ve seen it. It’s not about deep rest, nor consciousness, nor spiritual growth. It’s money for Maharishi’s family.”

Mark quietly nodded; he didn’t respond.

At this time, I thought to myself, I cannot save Mark. I’m not a professional exit counselor. Bringing someone out of cult-think, without precipitating an identity crisis or anxiety attack is the purview of experts. Mark still self-defines by the fantasy. He wants to create his life outside of the Movement, seeing some insanity in his family’s behaviors. It’s not possible to live both worlds. Mark’s family and entire history are defined by Maharishi. What would be left for Mark if he leaves TM fully? He may awaken in his own time, or not. It’s not my responsibility to convince him.

We paid our restaurant tab and took a sunny walk to the Castro movie theater. Even more friends turned out at the movie! After keeping my family history quiet for decades, the acceptance and support of intelligent accomplished peers was overwhelming. What an odd way to unite my life’s first and second halves – on a sidewalk ticket line. The irony of my coming-out-of-the-closet in San Francisco’s famed tolerant Castro district did not go unnoticed.

Inside the beautiful theater, Eve spoke from the row behind me. “When waiting outside, I asked the person in line next to me ‘Why did you come to see this film?’ He responded, “Transcendental Meditation is being taught at my kid’s high school. I want to see the other side of the story.’ I told him about your family upbringing, how you helped prevent TM from coming to you kids’ high school; that’s why we are attending this film! It’s exciting. We’re proud of you, Gina!”

I smiled and laughed, not knowing how to respond. “Thank you for coming today. I really appreciate it.”

A master of ceremonies briefly introduced the filmmaker David Sieveking on stage. Then lights dimmed as the red velvet curtains pulled open, and the film began.

The audience watched Sieveking’s skillful and compassionate editing of his enthusiastic youthful journey to meet his idol, filmmaker David Lynch. At Lynch’s encouragement, Sieveking paid 2,800 euros cash for TM instruction. The film then follows Sieveking’s journey through images into some of TM’s global empire, New York, Berlin, Vlodrop, Iowa, India. After filming Maharishi’s memorial service on the Ganges, Sieveking was granted access to inner aspects of the Movement in Vlodrop, Netherlands. He filmed the lavish golden-crowned assembly of rajas in long white robes and gold chains during an early power struggle between Maharishi’s deemed successor, Maharaja Nader Raam, and the Indian factions of the Movement. In several instances, TM leaders directed Sieveking to turn off his camera. Several film clips include former devotees revealing bits of the Movement’s underbelly.

The post-film Q & A primarily revolved around film making. David Sieveking spoke frankly of the irony that he sought David Lynch and Transcendental Meditation to spur his filmmaking career. In the end, David Lynch and the Transcendental Meditation Movement demanded to censure the film. When Sieveking refused to allow the Movement censorship rights, David Lynch and the Movement refused further interviews with the young filmmaker who they referred to as “David from Berlin.” Both Lynch’s foundation and Maharishi’s organization had threatened Sieveking with law suits.

The audience laughed when Sieveking explained that meeting with an entertainment law attorney proved more beneficial for his stress level, than had the Transcendental Meditation technique.

Ironically, Sieveking’s pursuit of David Lynch and Transcendental Meditation did, in fact, provide the basis for a successful film. It’s just not the film that Sieveking had initially expected to make.

My friend Joe stood up, “Thank you, David, for making this film. I spent 15 years devotedly working for this organization. You’ve depicted that world eloquently and compassionately. The only thing missing was stories of the severe psychological and financial damage that occurred to many. The movie did not highlight those aspects, but you probably could not cover that. Transcendental Meditation is both manipulative and dangerous. Over all, your film was an excellent portrayal of the inside of that organization. Thank you.”

After the film, Mark (the young man struggling with family relation to TM) cornered David Sieveking in the lobby, discussing aspects of the TM Movement. David Sieveking politely spoke with Mark, while trying to work contacts for his filmmaking career. Sieveking is not a professional exit counselor, nor a cult expert. He is a talented young filmmaker who recognized when he had stumbled upon a story, and pursued that story with passion.

Over dinner later, I asked another girlfriend, “So, as an outsider, what did you think of the film?”

“Oh, Sieveking did a great job! I was not fully objective, because I know Gina and I’d heard her stories. In the beginning of the film, I was surprised because I’d expected a hard core expose’. In fact he presented TM’s sales pitch. He showed how wonderful it is to relax with meditation. It was all just lovely, in fact, really lovely. He had a break up, a psychological crisis, and retreated to the comfort of meditation with new friends. Then he slowly revealed the group’s cracks, and the cracks just got bigger across the globe. The viewer walks that road with him through cracks that seem ready to crumble. He also clearly alluded to the fact that there is more to those cracks, but he could not tell those stories because of legal threats. The film clearly shows there is deep ugly dysfunction in Transcendental Meditation. He is a brilliant filmmaker with a bright career ahead of him! The fact that he’s funny and handsome doesn’t hurt!”

Review : Cartwheels in a Sari by Jayanti Tamm

I first heard Jayanti Tamm during an NPR interview in 2009. Her poised discussion of her cult upbringing as the “Chosen One” within Sri Chinmoy’s cult inspired me to immediately order a copy of her book. Like many such books, “Cartwheels in a Sari” waited upon my bedside stack. A considerate friend then gifted me an autographed copy of her memoir, kindly saying, “Gina, it’s time to write yours.”

Wrestling with editing sections of my own cult upbringing memoir in the shadow of Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, I finally delved into Tamm’s story.

Jayanti Tamm, in “Cartwheels in a Sari; a memoir of growing up cult” bravely, humorously and with compassion describes the spiritual devotion which lured her parents and others to their deemed incarnation of God, Sri Chinmoy in 1969. Sri Chinmoy dictated her parents’ marriage upon their first meeting.

Tamm’s existence is in direct disobedience of the guru’s mandate for celibacy. Despite her parents humiliation for conceiving a child against their Guru’s wishes, Tam was labeled as the Guru’s “Chosen One.” Chinmoy dictated every aspect of her family home, her parents employment, education, dress, diet. Good girl that she was, Tamm lived to please her guru, reveling in each smile and praise he bestowed.

Tamm unabashedly writes of her devotion to Guru. Being raised in mainstream America while living in a cult house and family, Tamm experienced inevitable conflicts with public school social dynamics. Hiding her home life from school friends, she was set apart and unable to socialize with those in both public and private schools. Ever afraid that her families’ uniqueness would be discovered, Tamm lived a dual life. Yet she continued in devotion to guru, struggling and repressing her interest in boys so that she could remain on Guru’s spiritual path.

In her early twenties, Tamm began to realize that she had lived in a bubble her entire life. She was socially crippled when interacting with non cult members. She felt safe and assured of her place when within familiar repressive cult dynamics.

Tamm had traveled the world, met many politician and celebrities through Chinmoy’s contacts, yet she experienced the world only as Guru dictated. Everyone she loved also experienced the world only as their Guru, their God incarnate, dictated.

More than any cult memoir I’ve read, Tamm dramatically writes of the traumatic moment when she realized that her Guru is a fraud. Therefore Tamm, herself, and all that she had ever known was also fraudulent. Without guru, she had no identity, no family, no social world, no worldview, no God. Upon this realization as a non person, Tamm ran through her home seeking the most expedient method to end the fraud through suicide. Fortunately for all, her third floor apartment was not high enough to warrant a jump, her bread knife was dull, and the medicine cabinet held no medication since she had never seen a doctor.

In the psychological destruction of all that she knew, Tamm was forced to become a self determined individual. Her mother eventually left the group. Tamm’s brother remains devoted to Shri Chinmoy, ceasing contact with Tamm, since he could not support her destructive (e.g. non cult) choices.

For all who were raised in a cult, Tamm’s story is a variation on a theme. Her ability to describe the journey through a fantasy world that she both loved and despised, and subsequently move forward is testament to her great strength and determination.

Tamm’s writing proves that she is not a fraud. Her upbringing is real, an integral part of who she is today. Her compassionate voice, quest for honesty and love is a human theme told through the post-1960s idealism. Through her memoir, Tamm provides a service to all who struggle with cult history.

More about Jayanti Tamm can be read at her website: www.jayantitamm.com

“David Wants to Fly” in USA

For those awaiting North American showings of Sieveking’ compassionate expose’ as he journeys through Maharishi Mahesh Yogi’s Transcendental Meditation Movement, his film is featured in upcoming film festivals in Palm Springs, San Francisco, Denver and Boston.

Palm Springs : Palm Springs International Film Festival, January 7th, 11 am, January 10th 7 pm, and January 12th 10 am, ticket purchase here.

Denver : Festivus Film Festival : January 15th 8 pm, Oriental Theater, ticket purchase here.

San Francisco: German Gems Film Festival, January 16th 4 pm, Castro Theater
ticket purchase here.

Boston: The DocYard, March 15th 7 pm, Brattle Theatre in Cambridge.
Tickets will soon be available here.

“David Wants to Fly” received awards from film festivals throughout Europe.

In this film, the aspiring filmmaker documents his initial enthrall with his idol, filmmaker David Lynch. Taking Lynch’s advice to learn Transcendental Meditation to free his inner creativity, Sieveking was briefly brought under Lynch’s wing to film the international glory of the TM Movement. Instead, Sieveking found a mystical hierarchy, unstructured science, and questionable finances.

As Sieveking told me, “I was kicked out the Movement before I had fully joined! Once I started asking questions, they wouldn’t allow me on further courses and refused to answer my phone calls.”

In this film, Sieveking humorously and compassionately calls out the elephant in the room – the behemoth TM Movement.