Why I Left Yoga: Uncle Sammy Testifies of the Truth behind Yoga, Page 4
A. B. Doungmene
gone; at least in appearance. I was hungry and it was approaching 10 P.M. On the kitchen table, I found a list of mantras that I could recite to meet Jesus. I was not permitted, according to the note, to read the Holy Scriptures.
I made myself a sandwich with vegetable butter, omelets and sardines. I would have like eating meat, but impossible. My spirit guide had forbidden it. How long already had I not eaten some?
Early in the morning, at about five o'clock, I set out to do transcendental meditation. Once started, the spirit guide came to remember me of the mantras. He added some more warnings. He instructed:
"You must be faithful to me; you have to do things as I dictate them to you; and you must invoke Jesus after the scrupulous chanting of mantras. Woe to you if you dare read this book; your heart could experience some struggling beats; ... you understand what I mean! Madness! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hmmmm! Sexual impotence and I’ll be please to see how you manage it with women. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! You think you are wiser! Testicles may become useless. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hmmmm! You belong to me and you must obey my commands.” At this level, transcendental meditation disgusted me and I stopped.
I resented the spirit guide threats and had to be careful.
Since the Grand Master Jesus was reachable, I started thinking of the alternative of seeking Jesus help. During my reading of Acts of the Apostles the previous day, I had realized the obstinacy of Apostle Paul to meet Caesar and such resolve had subtracted him out of traps. Although the Roman governors could judge him and decide of his fate, he remained adamant in his desire to appear before the Emperor Caesar. As to my case, obstacles fueled my incentive to search for the tutorship of Christ.
My life was now cheaper in the eyes of my spirit guide. However, I recited the mantras, in hope of meeting again the Jesus who had so well directed me to his Word. From the moment that His advices had advanced me in many points, I felt new assistance from Him would be vital.
I chanted the introductive mantras and nothing happened. I tried to concentrate well, nothing helped. I opted to sleep, in hope that He would come as he did the first time, in hope that he would come to me in the dreams; nothing helped.
To put myself in perfected spiritual conditions, I decided to spend the whole day on my knees. In the evening, I resumed meditation several times, to no avail. Jesus did not come. The next day, Saturday, I decided two days fasting, hoping He might see my devoted heart. I invoked Him on Sunday afternoon, He still did not come.
Disappointed and dejected, I bore the initiations. The Guru was there, patiently doing what he had come for; I was there also, like an automaton playing a suspected dangerous game. My heart was broken. I guessed the false being done; but I had no sound argument to stop the presumed spiritual rape that was taking place with my full participation. Irascible and nauseated, I replied curtly to Mr. Bita who had observed me from the beginning. His remark was sharp:
“Uncle Sammy, you are not with us and you doubt since last Sunday. I have been watching you since the incident with Philip, you are forcing. If you are now convinced that Jesus Christ is your way, go on and follow Philip! Spirituality without conviction is like raping your own soul! Be careful!”
To what I answered:
“And all these innocent victims offered for slaughter aren’t my concern!”
Frightened by my response, Mr. Bita replied:
“You can’t help changing it! You are not the Savior and besides this evidence, we all know that Jesus is greater than Buddha, everyone knows what he wants in life!”
“My brother, if only you knew the meaning of what has been done tonight!” I replied.
Since we missed the Guru at our previous visit, I solicited the assistance of Mr. Bita in accompanying Guru Maheshi to the center of the Association for Peace. He accepted amiably and we went there with his car.
In the car, Mr. Bita dared question the Guru.
“Tell us, Master, what happened last Sunday with Philip?”
It seemed the Guru could not recognize Philip. I explained:
“Philip is the last candidate on whom you put your finger on the forehead last Sunday...”
“Ah! In fact, mmmm, there are higher spirits; you know…, everyone has his own way.”
Mr. Bita and I cross-looked, without a word. Mr. Bita went further:
“Tell us, between Buddha and Jesus Christ, who is greater?”
First embarrassed, the Guru answered enthusiastically however.
“You know, Jesus Christ has reached perfection and is the epitome of perfected man.”
“Yes and besides, the doctrine of Jesus Christ is available everywhere and even a child can read and understand while yours is weird and always ciphered,” I commented. “Look, Christian missionaries come and preach the Gospel and go back to their countries; after them, converts are able to continue their work by relying on the Holy Spirit who is one whereas your spirits guides are unlimited in number and we remain dependent on you!”
At these words, the Guru came back to his words:
“You know, everyone has his own way.”
“Yes, but all roads do not lead to God!” I intervened. “Today I have read that Jesus alone is the way that leads to Eternal Life, and I saw a lot of contradictions in the teaching of yoga; e.g. sexual libertinism that is carved on the walls and pillars of Buddha temples: those pictures highlight bestiality, homosexuality and even pedophilia. Exactly the same perversions you read on Internet that are permitted in Aztec and in Egyptian ancestral religions! And to complete the paradox; Yoga teaches self-control, soul purity and self-accomplishment! You can’t just preach holiness and libertinism as the way to it! The way of Jesus is outstanding!” I said with admiration.
“As I have said, everyone has his own way,” Guru Maheshi replied.
The conversation was unbalanced and it was tough to argue with the Hindu. We kept silent till the Center where we bade farewell with simplicity.
Mr. Bita left me home and he continued right away.
It was late and I had to continue my research. I quickly prepared a risotto (rice with a lot of vegetables). After bathing and eating, I wanted to try again invoking Jesus. This time, my faith was bigger that He might come and give me direction.
I sat cross-legged, copiously recited mantras prescribed by the spirit guide. After two hours attempting, nothing happened. It was almost 11 P.M. when I called Philip. I wished he might indicate me some prayer to touch the heart of Jesus. “Speak to Him where you are, simply. Jesus Christ is everywhere and you do not need any Protocol,” he advised. I found the advice too simplistic and preferred to try once more the methods of my guide. So I chanted the mantras first, then I started invoking Jesus to come help me.
My meditation turned to erotic, the same Jesus of the week before was there, inviting me to daring sexual acts. He had the same voice he had the first time; but as for now he spoke to me of his passionate love. He said he was my husband, my leader and he claimed my whole being. Adding to that, he informed me that my initiation to be taken place in India was in fact my wedding to Him.
I opened my eyes, sickened by the visions my forehead screen had witnessed. Doubt was in me. “If Jesus does the same things the spirit guide does, where to go?”
I started reading the Bible. I cared no more of any forbiddance from the spirit guide. In fact, since he led me to Jesus, he should logically endorse my reading of Jesus doctrine! Something fishy was concealed in his attitude. Did he really desire to help me follow the Christ? Philip had just advised me to invoke Jesus simply, while my guide was compelling me with the mantras chanting prior to any invocation of Him. More weird was the Guru response on the incident with Philip; he had overthrew our curiosity with “There are higher spirits,” implying that Philip might be hosting some higher spirit!
Besides these discrepancies, the spirit guide was boasting that Guru Maheshi was his son; and Jesus to avert me that I was to become his wife during my Ind
ia pending initiation. So what? Let’s consider this: If the Church is the bride of Christ, according to what I read along the weekend, Christians must live holy lives. I had read precisely:
“Do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor male prostitutes nor practicing homosexuals nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. And that is what some of you were. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God. “I have the right to do anything,” you say— but not everything is beneficial. “I have the right to do anything”—but I will not be mastered by anything. You say, “Food for the stomach and the stomach for food, and God will destroy them both.” The body, however, is not meant for sexual immorality but for the Lord, and the Lord for the body. (1Corinthians 6.9-13)
I took the Bible in a revolt, willing to read more. Right then, blows rained down my back. The rage and the anger of the spirit guide were terrible. He appeared in all its ugliness; I couldn’t cry, but just tried to flee from his reach; he was too strong for me. Remembering the prayer of the man who came to deliver me the previous Thursday, I said: “I bind you in Jesus name.” At these words, his anger doubled and he started
I made myself a sandwich with vegetable butter, omelets and sardines. I would have like eating meat, but impossible. My spirit guide had forbidden it. How long already had I not eaten some?
Early in the morning, at about five o'clock, I set out to do transcendental meditation. Once started, the spirit guide came to remember me of the mantras. He added some more warnings. He instructed:
"You must be faithful to me; you have to do things as I dictate them to you; and you must invoke Jesus after the scrupulous chanting of mantras. Woe to you if you dare read this book; your heart could experience some struggling beats; ... you understand what I mean! Madness! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hmmmm! Sexual impotence and I’ll be please to see how you manage it with women. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! You think you are wiser! Testicles may become useless. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hmmmm! You belong to me and you must obey my commands.” At this level, transcendental meditation disgusted me and I stopped.
I resented the spirit guide threats and had to be careful.
Since the Grand Master Jesus was reachable, I started thinking of the alternative of seeking Jesus help. During my reading of Acts of the Apostles the previous day, I had realized the obstinacy of Apostle Paul to meet Caesar and such resolve had subtracted him out of traps. Although the Roman governors could judge him and decide of his fate, he remained adamant in his desire to appear before the Emperor Caesar. As to my case, obstacles fueled my incentive to search for the tutorship of Christ.
My life was now cheaper in the eyes of my spirit guide. However, I recited the mantras, in hope of meeting again the Jesus who had so well directed me to his Word. From the moment that His advices had advanced me in many points, I felt new assistance from Him would be vital.
I chanted the introductive mantras and nothing happened. I tried to concentrate well, nothing helped. I opted to sleep, in hope that He would come as he did the first time, in hope that he would come to me in the dreams; nothing helped.
To put myself in perfected spiritual conditions, I decided to spend the whole day on my knees. In the evening, I resumed meditation several times, to no avail. Jesus did not come. The next day, Saturday, I decided two days fasting, hoping He might see my devoted heart. I invoked Him on Sunday afternoon, He still did not come.
Disappointed and dejected, I bore the initiations. The Guru was there, patiently doing what he had come for; I was there also, like an automaton playing a suspected dangerous game. My heart was broken. I guessed the false being done; but I had no sound argument to stop the presumed spiritual rape that was taking place with my full participation. Irascible and nauseated, I replied curtly to Mr. Bita who had observed me from the beginning. His remark was sharp:
“Uncle Sammy, you are not with us and you doubt since last Sunday. I have been watching you since the incident with Philip, you are forcing. If you are now convinced that Jesus Christ is your way, go on and follow Philip! Spirituality without conviction is like raping your own soul! Be careful!”
To what I answered:
“And all these innocent victims offered for slaughter aren’t my concern!”
Frightened by my response, Mr. Bita replied:
“You can’t help changing it! You are not the Savior and besides this evidence, we all know that Jesus is greater than Buddha, everyone knows what he wants in life!”
“My brother, if only you knew the meaning of what has been done tonight!” I replied.
Since we missed the Guru at our previous visit, I solicited the assistance of Mr. Bita in accompanying Guru Maheshi to the center of the Association for Peace. He accepted amiably and we went there with his car.
In the car, Mr. Bita dared question the Guru.
“Tell us, Master, what happened last Sunday with Philip?”
It seemed the Guru could not recognize Philip. I explained:
“Philip is the last candidate on whom you put your finger on the forehead last Sunday...”
“Ah! In fact, mmmm, there are higher spirits; you know…, everyone has his own way.”
Mr. Bita and I cross-looked, without a word. Mr. Bita went further:
“Tell us, between Buddha and Jesus Christ, who is greater?”
First embarrassed, the Guru answered enthusiastically however.
“You know, Jesus Christ has reached perfection and is the epitome of perfected man.”
“Yes and besides, the doctrine of Jesus Christ is available everywhere and even a child can read and understand while yours is weird and always ciphered,” I commented. “Look, Christian missionaries come and preach the Gospel and go back to their countries; after them, converts are able to continue their work by relying on the Holy Spirit who is one whereas your spirits guides are unlimited in number and we remain dependent on you!”
At these words, the Guru came back to his words:
“You know, everyone has his own way.”
“Yes, but all roads do not lead to God!” I intervened. “Today I have read that Jesus alone is the way that leads to Eternal Life, and I saw a lot of contradictions in the teaching of yoga; e.g. sexual libertinism that is carved on the walls and pillars of Buddha temples: those pictures highlight bestiality, homosexuality and even pedophilia. Exactly the same perversions you read on Internet that are permitted in Aztec and in Egyptian ancestral religions! And to complete the paradox; Yoga teaches self-control, soul purity and self-accomplishment! You can’t just preach holiness and libertinism as the way to it! The way of Jesus is outstanding!” I said with admiration.
“As I have said, everyone has his own way,” Guru Maheshi replied.
The conversation was unbalanced and it was tough to argue with the Hindu. We kept silent till the Center where we bade farewell with simplicity.
Mr. Bita left me home and he continued right away.
It was late and I had to continue my research. I quickly prepared a risotto (rice with a lot of vegetables). After bathing and eating, I wanted to try again invoking Jesus. This time, my faith was bigger that He might come and give me direction.
I sat cross-legged, copiously recited mantras prescribed by the spirit guide. After two hours attempting, nothing happened. It was almost 11 P.M. when I called Philip. I wished he might indicate me some prayer to touch the heart of Jesus. “Speak to Him where you are, simply. Jesus Christ is everywhere and you do not need any Protocol,” he advised. I found the advice too simplistic and preferred to try once more the methods of my guide. So I chanted the mantras first, then I started invoking Jesus to come help me.
My meditation turned to erotic, the same Jesus of the week before was there, inviting me to daring sexual acts. He had the same voice he had the first time; but as for now he spoke to me of his passionate love. He said he was my husband, my leader and he claimed my whole being. Adding to that, he informed me that my initiation to be taken place in India was in fact my wedding to Him.
I opened my eyes, sickened by the visions my forehead screen had witnessed. Doubt was in me. “If Jesus does the same things the spirit guide does, where to go?”
I started reading the Bible. I cared no more of any forbiddance from the spirit guide. In fact, since he led me to Jesus, he should logically endorse my reading of Jesus doctrine! Something fishy was concealed in his attitude. Did he really desire to help me follow the Christ? Philip had just advised me to invoke Jesus simply, while my guide was compelling me with the mantras chanting prior to any invocation of Him. More weird was the Guru response on the incident with Philip; he had overthrew our curiosity with “There are higher spirits,” implying that Philip might be hosting some higher spirit!
Besides these discrepancies, the spirit guide was boasting that Guru Maheshi was his son; and Jesus to avert me that I was to become his wife during my Ind
ia pending initiation. So what? Let’s consider this: If the Church is the bride of Christ, according to what I read along the weekend, Christians must live holy lives. I had read precisely:
“Do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor male prostitutes nor practicing homosexuals nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. And that is what some of you were. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God. “I have the right to do anything,” you say— but not everything is beneficial. “I have the right to do anything”—but I will not be mastered by anything. You say, “Food for the stomach and the stomach for food, and God will destroy them both.” The body, however, is not meant for sexual immorality but for the Lord, and the Lord for the body. (1Corinthians 6.9-13)
I took the Bible in a revolt, willing to read more. Right then, blows rained down my back. The rage and the anger of the spirit guide were terrible. He appeared in all its ugliness; I couldn’t cry, but just tried to flee from his reach; he was too strong for me. Remembering the prayer of the man who came to deliver me the previous Thursday, I said: “I bind you in Jesus name.” At these words, his anger doubled and he started
