[shriadishakti] God Ghose seeks phallus enlargement and devours vegetarian chicken

[Guest guest]

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.

 

Latika jagbir singh <adishakti_org wrote:

The Story of ChinmoySubala'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 ona 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 tothe 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 withthe 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. Hemoved 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 gotup 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, mechanicalsex, 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 sexwith 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 toassert 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 Chinmoyhttp://www.chinmoycult.com/information.html