The whole thing was quite a mindfuck. There I was, peacefully zoning out in
front of the tube after a hard days slaving over a hot workstation, when before
I know it there is a Doctor of Medicine (orthopeadic surgeon, no less) on the TV
telling me that to significantly affect the karmic, political and economic
balance of the United Kingdom would require approximately 700 yogic self-pilots
airborne simultaeneously.
This astounding piece of information awoke me from my deeply meditational state.
The report covered both the spritual and financial aims of the 'religion',
featuring lots of interviews and monologues with/from disciples. It showed the
mechanics of living in the TM village, and gave information about how to apply
to live in there (they are actively looking for 400 more people to populate the
village). The various TM devotees went to great lengths to explain that through
their 'live and direct' meditations there on screen, anyone watching the show
would be unable to stop themselves feeling peaceful and at one with the world.
One went even further and proclaimed that even people not watching would be
affected by the much amplified TM energy coursing from the massed TVs of the
nation.
The report culminated with the Yogic Flying High Jump World Record attempt, in
which an Ace Yogic Pilot, flown in specially from Martinique, broke the record
at 4' 2" (or somewhere near there. My drug addled brain was unable to take this
level of Cult Factor on national television and hence much data has been lost).
The explanations for the phenomena of Yogic powered flight were, um,
interesting. The sight of 5 hunky young chaps bouncing around on their bums in
full lotus position, explaining how in the state of profound harmonious joy and
oneness brought about by the rigours of TM they were just physically unable to
keep their bodies in touch with the ground, that the sheer overwhelming zest of
life manifested itself in prolonged airborne escapades was ... hysterically
funny.
So far so good ...
Then Network 7 decided to start their own cult. Just before I finally passed
out, they had several hundred people in a large empty warehouse chanting "7 is
God, 7 will protect us", while a chosen three of the new Cult Of 7 were
introduced to a large boa constrictor which wound lovingly around their necks
whilst the Priest Of 7, working himself into a fine evangelical frenzy, assured
them that the God Of 7 would protect them from the snake as long as they gave
him all their worldy goods. Powerful stuff for a Monday night...
Anyway, I did manage to write down the address they flashed up, along with the
message "Do You Feel Peacefull? Write to us ...".
Network 7
Limehouse Studios
Canary Wharf
West India Docks
London E14 9SV
England
Phone: + 44 987 6930
So ... get your pens out, and let them know just how far the amplified energies
of TM and the Cult of 7 reached ... let them know how Bob feels about this ...
-- Rev Wu Wei
PS. On the same show they discussed the 'Last Temptation of Christ', and had a
phone in poll as to whether clips in Network 7's possession should be shown next
week or burnt (they had the fire all ready). I'm dying to hear the result.
