God Ghose seeks phallus enlargement and devours vegetarian chicken

[Guest guest]

The Story of Chinmoy

Subala's story

 

" I joined the center in 1971 and became the leader of the San

Francisco Center, along with my former husband. I had never known

such bliss—I was part of a spiritual family that offered

unconditional love from a guru. The first years were heaven as I

moved quickly into the guru's coveted inner circle.

 

" In 1973, Ghose (as I now call the guru, or Chinmoy) embarked on

a 50-state lecture tour. As the organizer, I was invited to secretly

travel alone with Ghose to Alaska. I accompanied him with disbelief

that I would be allowed to carry his things during the talk and

unpack his suitcase in the hotel.

 

" After the talk at a university, Ghose and I took a cab back to

the hotel, where we had separate rooms. He invited me into his room.

I sat, with my hands folded, on the floor in front of him as he sat

on a soft chair. He started by saying that I was a very advanced

soul and that he was very pleased with me. He said he wanted to test

the purity of my vital. " Do you have impure thoughts and feelings? "

he asked. I told him I sometimes felt pressure in my groin and that

I felt guilty about it because I didn't know where it came from. He

said that if I were truly surrendered to him, he could purify me.

 

" He then told me to touch him. I timidly touched his foot with

the tip of one of my fingers, afraid that my impurity would cause

him great pain (as he always claimed human impurity did). " No, no, "

he said. " Come close and embrace me. " I stood up, walked to his side

and gently put my arms around him, then he said, " Very good. Now sit

down.... Good girl, take your clothes off. " Immediately I started

doubting my guru's purity. I pushed the doubt away. Maybe I hadn't

heard him correctly. He repeated his command and when he saw my

hesitation, he said, " You don't have to do this. If you don't want

to, I will never ask you again. This is my gift to you, to purify

you. It is your soul's request to me that I do this for you. But if

you do not want to, I will still love you unconditionally. "

 

" So this was a one-time event that would purify me, " I thought.

Isn't purity of my vital a major step on the way to God-realization?

If I don't take this opportunity, I may never get another chance in

this incarnation. It seemed foolish and unspiritual not to do it. I

took my sari off, as he sat and watched through his partially open

eyes. When I was naked, he told me to lie down on the bed. He lay on

top of me, still wearing his satin kurta and dhoti. I could feel

only the weight of his body on mine, as he wiggled back and forth

mechanically. I was relieved to think that maybe this was the

treatment, nothing more. But slowly I started to feel his small

erection through his dhoti.

 

" Then he took his dhoti off and inserted his penis into me. He

moved up and down mechanically, as if he didn't know exactly what he

was doing. From time to time he said, " This is my union with you.

This is my oneness with you. This is my unconditional love for you. "

There was absolutely no passion, no kissing, no fondling, no

touching—just plain sex. Finally he came inside me. Then he got

up and told me to put my sari back on. While I got dressed, he told

me I must never tell anyone about this. Not Alo, not L., not R., and

not my husband. No one must ever know. He gave me a few hundred

dollars, I promised never to tell, and I left the room. Afterwards,

the next day he asked me how I felt. I said that I was confused

because I still felt pressure in my groin. " Oh, it is like a hat, "

he said. " When you've been wearing a hat for a long time, you can

still feel the hat on your head even after you take it off. "

 

" I flew back to San Francisco with a powerful secret, one that I

believed was momentous in my spiritual life. I was closer than ever

to my spiritual father, and I had been purified.

 

" The next time I went to New York, Ghose told me to come to his

house for more lessons in purity. I was surprised that my first

lesson in Alaska was not to be my only one, as I originally thought.

As it turned out, these " blessings " happened several times a year

for the next 15 years--every time I came to New York, every time he

came to San Francisco, and every time we traveled in small or large

groups. The sex was always accompanied by money, amounting to about

$10,000 a year. The sex we had in Jamaica was always on the floor,

either in his basement or in one of his upstairs studies, never in

his bed. He told me always to use a diaphragm, except when we were

traveling to another country where it might be discovered in my

luggage when going through customs.

 

" After a few years, I grew tired of the emotionless, mechanical

sex, especially because I didn't feel that it was purifying my

vital. Once when I showed resistance to coming to his home in

Queens, he threatened never to ask me again and to exclude me from

his inner circle. I was afraid of falling from my first-class status

so I begged for his forgiveness and ran to his house immediately. He

said, " Always show eagerness to please me in this way. " I never

again complained to him about having sex with him. I went to him

each time, often walking the dangerous streets of Jamaica, Queens in

the wee hours of the morning when his security guards were told not

to patrol the neighborhood.

 

" For a long time I believed that I was the only one having sex

with the guru. It wasn't until years later that I began to suspect

that L. and R. were having sex with Ghose because of the familiar,

intimate way they behaved around him. I pushed my suspicions out of

my mind.

 

" For a brief time I was flying to Los Angeles once a week in an

effort to start a center there. An ex-disciple started coming to the

meetings, and showed interest in rejoining the center. Ghose was

very encouraging of her re-entry until the woman mentioned to me

that a former well-known disciple had told her that Ghose had had

sex with her. When I told Ghose what she had said, he

shouted, " Lies! " He told me to call her immediately and tell her

that his path was not meant for her, she should never attend another

meeting, and that I should never mention her " lie " to anyone.

 

" When Ghose got into weight lifting, along with that came an

obsession with the size of his penis (which was smaller than the

smallest, to put it in his way of speaking). He assigned me the task

of find a way to increase its size, a magic cream or pill, anything

to make it bigger. I ultimately found the bottom line was passion.

When I suggested that our sex have passion, he shut his eyes and

said, " No, good girl. Keep searching. " At about this time, Ghose

started using another phrase while he had sex with me. In addition

to " This is my oneness with you, " he would sometimes say, " I am a

brute " as he was pumping me. He told me he learned that from an

article he'd read in a magazine down on Jamaica Avenue.

 

" I became pregnant twice. The first time he told me to go for an

abortion the next day. The cost was $80, which he said he would pay.

Alone, I took a cab to the clinic, where I underwent the abortion

and then took a cab home. It made me very sick but I couldn't show

anyone, especially my husband, that I was ill for fear that my

condition would be discovered. That night I called Ghose in Brazil,

where he was on vacation with R. and L. When I told him what had

happened, he said, " The doctors lied to you! You were never

pregnant, they just wanted your money. " Then he said he had to get

off the phone so R. and L. wouldn't hear him talking to someone on

the phone, and that I shouldn't call him back. As I hung up the

phone, I couldn't believe that the doctors had lied. I doubted

Ghose's irrational response, and felt abandoned by him, the only

person in whom I could confide.

 

" I wanted to stop these relations with him but was afraid to

assert myself for fear of angering him. So I went on pretending to

be devoted and eager. In 1982, my husband left the center with

another woman disciple. No wonder, given that I had become a

stranger to him due to my secret affair with our mutual spiritual

father. A few years later, I again got pregnant after an

international trip with the guru. He again told me to have an

abortion. The night before the procedure, I miscarried and right

before my eyes was a tiny fetus about the size of the first joint of

my thumb. I had been pregnant, no matter what Ghose might say this

time. I put the baby on a paper plate and took it ER of SF General

Hospital. By the time the doctors saw me, I had completely aborted

and they sent me home in the cab, my pants completely soaked with

blood. Except for Ghose and the doctors, no one ever knew what had

transpired that night, until years later.

 

" Another time, when Ghose was returning alone from his trip to

India, he had a layover in LA. He called me from India and

instructed me to meet him at LAX and to reserve a hotel room for us

to go to. I used my credit card to make the room reservation, and

got a flight that was scheduled to arrive 45 minutes before his

flight arrived. All went as planned, until my plane was delayed for

an hour before arriving at the gate. Once off the plane, I rushed to

the gate where Ghose's plane had already disembarked. He was nowhere

to be seen. Knowing his habits, I figured he would be in either a

nearby gift shop or restaurant. He wasn't in the gift shop, so I

went to the restaurant. There I saw my balding guru with his back to

me at a counter. As I got closer, I saw that he was ravenously

ripping chicken off the bone like an animal. I timidly said, " Guru? "

He spun around and said, " They lied to me. They said this wasn't

meat! "

 

I was shocked, because he was clearly lying and was filled with

guilt. He threw down the meat, jumped up, and said, " Let us go. "

 

The Story of Chinmoy

http://www.chinmoycult.com/information.html

[Guest guest]

shriadishakti , Latika Sethi

<latikasethi> wrote:

> Mr. Jagbir Singh

>

> You call yourself a sahajayogi and send such cheap mails. I would

> like to from such a group where you share dirty things

> with your sisters and brothers than sharing divine knowledge given

> by Shri Mataji.

>

>

>

 

 

Dear Latika,

 

Why did you read it when the heading was so clear and easy to

understand? Or why did you not stop if it was inappropriate. And have

you forgotten this is a free public forum, not the " Restricted

membership for SYs only " / " All messages require approval " that is

the norm. Many do not share your saintly sense of sanitized sanity.

i think we are all mature enough to handle the worst of Kali Yuga.

 

Latika, i do not know what has made you so prudish - the harsh

desert of strictly purdah Oman or the narrow-minded righteousness

that some SYs exhibit. (How long have you been living in that

sterile desert?) In my opinion it is a combination of both

environments that seems to make me more guilty than Ghosh of

polluting tender minds. That is why i am now contemplating to impose

strict restrictions on membership: males must be 18+ and only

married women with their husband's permission will be allowed to

view the contents of this X-rated forum.

 

i would like to advise you not to ever travel to the West because

the extreme negativity will overwhelm and make you sick to the core.

Kids here make Sri Chinmoy look like a Boys Scout. 10-12-year-olds

are taking drugs and engaging themselves in sex orgies. Teen

prostitutes are given 'golden showers' to judges and lawyers old

enough to be their grandparents. Almost weekly you will receive

unsolicited XXX-rated mail that sustain the corruption of innocence

and morality. Primetime Reality TV encourages sex with multiple

partners. Nighttime live is a wild party of drugs, booze, ecstasy

and sex, sex, sex. Mothers and daughters share same lovers. FCUK

perfume hardly raised eyebrows. Do you really want me to go on?

 

But all this is just normal and routine for most, just the lusty tip

of the decadent iceberg. And you are offended by Sri Chinmoy!!???

 

Latika, by your exaggerated sense of righteous outrage and pious

fury you have added insult to injury, and make ALL the ex-disciples

of Sri Chinmoy as guilty as me of sharing " dirty things " . The

offending topic was taken from their main webpage, drawn up by those

who had the courage to share painful and embarrassing facts for the

sake of public awareness against false gurus and sexual monsters

like him. It is as if only you have that sense of consciousness and

chastity that so many others, including myself, so sorely lack. i

mean that has to be true because others did not feel the same sense

of outrage of facts posted on a public domain. In fact most are

grateful for the warnings.

 

Maybe you do not understand me. Just think of me as a night-soil

carrier, a filthy, stinking, low-caste job that no one wants to do.

Once in a while i slip on some slimy stuff as i make the rounds. It

just happened that yesterday you were nearby and were shocked by the

spillage you saw, and smelled. It is just an unfortunate accident,

routine of a job that has many hazards and few perks. But at least

admit i am doing my duty conscientiously, one that you are loath to

perform.

 

 

Chandala Singh Chura