Realizing

Note: Shyam Charan Shrivastava (SCS) or "Swami Shyam"

1993

I had seen Pundit again and even though there was the woman still angrily trying to deal with it after dying, he said nothing.
I had asked "what about a demon."
I was very mistaken at that time, I thought it was her.
But he was mistaken when he said, "There is no such thing."
There was of course. There was a Nagual.
about evil people: Pundit was the guy who answered hit it with a stick. I thought hit it with a book

Thich Nhat Hanh : went with Diana and Louis (from my house) and while we were there the nagual again makes himself scarce. Thich, which is his title and not his name, was a prominent Vietnamese Buddhist residing in France at the time. He had written a book Old Path White Clouds: Walking in the Footsteps of the Buddha which I had enjoyed. Ching Hai: even though Shyam always seems to be talking to me about the woman when I see Ching Hai he takes off. Then I realized that Shyam's spook agents were really not wanting to be observed by any guru of any kind but were not deterred by going into a church.

1994

The Dalai Lama comes to Montreal. I called the Queen Elizabeth Hotel where he was staying to get find out if I could go to his Satsang or meetings. There was a meeting with the Chinese students association in one of the conference rooms at the hotel. So I went and tried to get a seat. I waited outside the room until he arrived because the Chinese had priority there and would have to wait and see if there was any seats left. Ed Broadbent was there and he had taken a position of Some Global group to help the earth. Broadbent was director of the International Centre for Human Rights and Democratic Development from 1990 to 1996. In 1993, he was made an Officer of the Order of Canada and was promoted to Companion in 2001. As I stood in the hallway I saw the Dalai Lama coming up with his retinue. He was bigger than I imagined and seemed physically very strong. He had a really powerful presence but was kind, healthy and wholesome. He swept by nodding as he did and went into the conference room. I stood at the back gazing on him wondering if he could help me out. Since the conference was in Chinese and Tibetan I didn't wait until the end of the conference but left early.

Later I went to St. Joseph's Oratory where he did a ecumenical service which the Bishop of Quebec introduced. He chanted in Tibetan. The place was packed. All during the service the the spook was getting angry with me and I felt threatened and very uncomfortable. But I went home and was happy.

About this time I read that the Nukes had been redirected straight up as a prelude to taking them apart. Soon after I started to unravel much of Shyam Space's nefarious activities.

It seemed to me that Swami Shyam had put a lot of hypnotic suggestion into my fears about nuclear war and that is what was driving me for a long time. It was now fifteen years since I was in India and had not been going to the ashram at all for the last two years. The more I learned about his 'thing' in the chidaakash on Montreal the more I felt like kicking myself for ever bothering with him at all. I didn't like his writings very much but dismissed it. There were many problems in the ashram and yet I thought I was mistaken myself. His directions were not that good personally and I saw that quite a few people were being hurt somehow and others had not really grown. He had voice control somehow from doing group meditations.

I recollect so many of the things about Shyam that I had forgotten. In particular a story Veena, one of his close associates had told me. It seems that in early 1972 or so, Shyam had to report to the immigration courts for an inquiry. He had been in Canada for about 2 years then and his departure overdue. It seems that at a certain point during the inquiry court things had been going against him. Veena said, "suddenly the whole court seemed to fall into silence. Shyam had started meditating and had caused the whole room to go into meditation. After five minutes or so, they started again to proceed and after that they decided to allow him to stay in the country."

The Nagual (spooks) attacked me when I realized that any competent Guru might have sorted things out in a day. I realized that Shyam had actually kept this woman right on top of me. She had been driven, lied to, sprishtied up inside, her mind crushed. He tries to say in my mind: "her husband knows that she is a Nagual." Everything I am hearing from him is in my mind. He didn't write or call on the telephone, or anything outwardly. Shyam is projecting a lot on her. especially making her feel bad about her husband. Saying things like her husband knows. She is an elephant. I keep thinking so what if she is fat, why does he go on about it, why is that so important.

There was an election and Maharishi was on the ballot as the Natural Law Party. The proposal was to have ten thousand frog-hoppers on the governement payroll. That is a large part of the budget. His trip was an embarrassment to any self respecting guru.

Later I realize that SCS doesn't care who is getting hurt because he won't even fear for Kayla. This woman who is now in the spirit as it were . . .  is still angry with me.

One day I met a young man at Nick's, a restaurant on Green Avenue, named CC, or "Pickle" as he was called. He was working at Nick's as a waiter. He had just finished acting in a play done at Selwin House called "Cassandra." Pickle had gotten a great review in the Gazette for his efforts, a large photo of him being included in the review. He had been up through Kullu valley to Manali with his friends and one of them had a nervous breakdown. No sooner had they got up to passed through Kullu and gone up the road to Manali, about forty miles away, she had had a nervous breakdown. They didn't know the cause of it. It was after 1989. His father had been the ambassador of sustainable development with the Mulroney government. Pickle and I were reading the Mabanogian to each other. I knew that he had a love of theatre and the Mabanogian is the theatre of the Grail quest. Pickle called me Poowyll after that, but we couldn't get any name from that text to stick to him. Perhaps Math of Mathownwy or Peredur, but no, he didn't want to play those ones. Anyhow, one day Pickle had come by and had been worried for his father as his wife was leaving him and Pickle was very concerned that he might be having suicidal thoughts. I was already at that time suffering from the Muang war of Swami Shyam Sprishti movement and Pickle was looking like he might become a victim. At that time I remembered the death of Hume Wright. the Shyam started freaking me out if I were in no way sympathetic to his trip. The rest is documented in my notes.

"I don't know anything about the suicide of Hume Wright except that he blew his head off with a shotgun purchased by Giridhar. I am not aware of any connection to Shankar or First Avenue. Please fill me in on the details.
You probably know that Giridhar is in Federal prison doing a couple of years time for international drug trafficking. Speaking of the law of Karma, you might be interested to know that Kamla is involved with Gagan in Kullu and they are both looking happy. Two dim-wits made for each other, I think."

I changed my mind about this. The minister had a fatal disease. Nevertheless he had argued with Shyam while he was in Kullu. Certainly he should not as the disciple of a guru or as in the company of a disciple of a guru die by shooting himself in the head. It only destroys the soul body and left him open to the action of the spooks who were intent on ripping people to pieces and saying in a very British fashion the he was "just ripping" as ultimate in irony and sarcasm, Case: Hume Wright, cabinet minister, Ottawa suicide in 1982 or 83.

One day I was out walking by the Dawson CEGEP and I saw again a parakeet or budgie that had got free from its cage. It was alone and looking very hurt. There was a starling standing in a small tree watching it as it pecked along the grass. This time the parakete looked the worse for wear. I remembered the time that I had seen a parakete while I was sitting on the lawns of McGill campus. That was back in the late eighties and early nineties. I was very hurt at the time by the nagual. I still had not figured out that the woman was not a woman in Montreal it was a demon created by Swami shyam from some of his companions from his early days in India. At the time I had seen the other parakete it had been with a large flock of sparrows. And it had learned to fly with them.

He had six months later he called himself the Messiah to her. I was not buying that anymore. I was still waiting to hear from the neighborhood about Lucy. I expect the police to arrive at any moment to ask me what was going down with me. I fully expected to be charged for murder. I didn't know what had happened but it was known already in the neighborhood that I had written the article the Precise of Utnapishtim where it was obvious that the main antagonist was Lucy. Shyam had written to me in the fall of 1990 that I should print the book and how he knew the perfection was everywhere. So in November or December I had not only given it out to many people I knew but also sent it to about fifty publishing house asking if they were interested in printing it. Now she was dead and I was the prime suspect. She was dead and she was right on top of me.

Swami Satchinanda was caught up in a scandal. I don't know if there was a real wrong in what he did but the scandal was there.
late summer 1994
[spook.shyam.11]
spiritual combat really bad

Shock: I see Lucy on a bus. The voice of Shyam and his energies were getting very oppressive since I discovered that the woman who had died was not Lucy. He seemed to be around with his praanic power never the less and so had to be dealt with.

At one point the being who was Shyam in the aakaash turns out to be right on top of me and I see that there are very strange strands going of toward the sky and disappearing into to upper "mind" (?) of the city. So I started pulling these strands down. Trying to stop Shyam's energies from freaking me out. He had one day reached right down the back of my neck and done something really strange with my sexual chakra that seemed to make it bloat. As if I had an astral erection (I wasn't physically as I was sitting in the middle of Victoria village having a coffee on the bench outside Cavarallo's). What he did was equivalent to grasping the back of one's shirt and throwing a mud ball in the back of the shirt and letting it roll into the crotch. "There Goo-chiz," his voice says. "You're freaking me out if you fear for the society in Canada." I was so grossed out. So I kept trying to pull the energies down out of the Aakaash so that I could be free from him. One day I had pulled all kinds of 'string-things' out and there seemed to be a nest of beings or images which were collecting in my nervous system. There were what I later called sprishtis. I saw forms or heard voices of Gagan and Giridhar and a few others who I knew were living still in Kullu Valley. There were not my thoughts as they seemed to have independent in limited being. I used to go over to the parks to walk about and one day he attacked me with such a force that I felt I was tied up by these strands. "Fear me, " he yells. The woman who had died  and who I had been blaming I saw in my mind's eye, was still with me, was walking quickly  around and around my head at a distance of what seemed about ten feet. I could see a rather well dressed woman with a skirt walking quickly as if to leave the park but actually only circumambulating me. I was angry. So I pulled with all mental force on these strands as I walked.

Suddenly there was a being there which appeared to be white bearded man with somewhat the same looks as Swami Shyam but now an individual entity and it says, "All right Gu-chiz," as if it has just been punched and is about to lace me one. It moves around and then disappears. Suddenly I realize it (he) is trying to get inside of me. I was outraged. an started to fight with it and it again disappeared. I moved from the place on mount Pleasant to a new apartment in which Greg my brother let me a room. At his apartment the being which I realized was a failed yogi (which I then labeled a nagual) was beginning to do really bizarre things to me. It attacked my "father's thoughts." It would smash into the chakras and puncture holes through them. I began to wonder if I would survive such an attack. He had enough praanic power to fiddle with the memories in my head. Around 1994 things started to change and that was after I saw Lucy on the bus and realized she not only was not dead but was not the cause of the spook trip. I was utterly shocked. At first I reascribed it to another woman and then in the space of a few months I realized it was men that were the main power of the attack. I finally saw that huge spook drop out of the akaash and say "alright Goochiz" in my ears. That was app. Summer 1994.

Then I really knew that SCS had done it to me. That meant that I had lived in total delusion for about 6 years. About a month afterwards the voice starts saying, "she is hurting your fears." She could be right in on top of me and I was trying to say to Shyam that she should surely be elsewhere, wherever dead people go. That voice was going, "I'll teach you how to hurt whores." I was so ripped off. I didn't want to learn how to hurt whores. That repels me. About six months afterwards she had learned how to hurt my energies in my heart. It would make my heart skip a beat and made me cold inside. It was very close to death. I was still angry about it and she wouldn't let go. Neither did Shyam want to remove her. My space inside was getting totally hurt. What once had had a sort of gold tinge was now getting blacker and blacker. I kept trying to communicate with her. She seemed to be such a liar to me. And she wasn't interested in the Bahais either. I didn't really like the Bahais literature but I used to read it to her anyway. Because she was post mortal.

One time he had said to her in the fall "you can't shuffle the deck." That was from Lucy's letter to me. At another time he started saying your husband thinks your an elephant, your husband thinks your an Nagual and called her hockey playing whore in her mind. (as it turns out it meant British field hockey in India). Whore is not something I think of woman in my anger. Whatever Lucy was she was never a whore. He insisted. I was very dependent on his trip with this woman because I knew that she had died. What would happen if these guys that she knew decided that I should "eat cotton," or that they should off me anyhow. I was always thinking that someone might come up to me and blast me. The husband might.

Two years later and she was still with me and the Guru was still not writing anything to me about it. I saw Lucy on the bus. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was another year before I figured out that Shyam's Nagual had set me up. I knew absolutely because he didn't really care if even children got hurt. The Nagual had the power to hurt anybody's mind and body. It was a lie. The miracle was a lie. The voice of God was lie. It was supernatural lie and I was destroyed by it.

I thought it was Lucy because Shyam had failed to advice me that it wasn't even though I had sent a book. All this was more at a projection of a hag called Hadimba from Kullu Valley along with the many Naag Temples in the area (18). Under the guise of Uma Mahesh they came as Hadimaba and Beeshma the hag and the horror of war.

It seemed he and she could go in my mind and see and image. He could pull on that image. He would plant affirmations in my head while I was asleep. He practiced hypnotic suggestion on people when they were unawares of what he was doing. This was called sprishti and usually some tiny victim from Canada or else where was left holding the bag. It was later this year that I saw a young child had been smashed into my rib cage on the left from the head down to the waist. Only the child's feet remained while the rest of the soul was crushed or pulverized into my ribs. I could see him do it to my girl friends. I slowly understood that the woman who were acting for him were not from Canada. Some of them were coerced or were so stressed they were insane. Any body I would talk to a woman, in the space would be trying to say in their minds, "Don't listen to him." She would repeat it again and again. She was constantly looking into my heart. I would have burning pains in it some times. She would try to overpower me. My mind would slow down as if on a long uphill grade. Speech and thought were impaired sometimes. He (the largest or the guru) horrified me. The whole thing was a complete and totally shocking violent and depraved.

The woman who I thought was Lucy, seemed involved in my life in every which way. She was particularly vehement about my relationship with woman. She, no doubt, had strange sexual attitude. She had tried to hurt every relationship I had. It turned out the guru spook was a butt-f.cker and was treating me like his boy, while Swami Shyam sat in Kullu valley likewise depraved towards little girls.

They could see the images in the minds eye and once in their own mind's-eye become subject to their will power. They could produce sounds in the head, or plant thoughts. They could watch the flow of feelings in the heart. They could penetrate forcefully into the soul.

One day I thought to move from the city so that I could get some more business going. When I got home I found that a local software group had called and asked if I was busy.

Now I had been down at the Fauxburg talking to Steve at his stall when a woman came up behind me and said hello. It was Lucy. She asked if I would like to talk and I said yes, definitely. She and I went to the mezzanine and she sat opposite me at a table and we ordered coffee. I was tense as I knew that I had sent out the precis and wondered if she would upbraid me about it. She noted that she did not have big psychic powers and requested that I should reckon with it. I consented. I did not want there to be any more strife and said so. Soon her husband Ron came along and was quite cordial. In general he was wanting a rapprochement between myself and Lucy so that they could get on with their lives. She had two children. So we parted amicably.

I went directly home and sat down an went through everything that had happened and I realized that SCS had been a player and had just tried to screw me totally. I then decided that I was not going there with SCS anymore. I was leaving his trip and he was not a guru. As soon as I did the spooks got really frighteningly aggressive. They wanted to rip me off for everything I had.

I was sitting outside my house on Mount Pleasant. I knew there were three guys in Shyam Space that had wronged the society. There were some stones on the grass and I picked three up and I thought to myself that these stones should reach the ground in the natural order of things. I dropped them one after the other thinking, "This karma will happen. this karma will happen this karma will happen." And they fell to the ground. I went into the house and slept and when I came out in the morning it seemed that some kids had gotten onto the rock garden and had pulled a bunch more out, they were strewn in the street. There were about two dozen. I realized that there were more wrongs than I knew about in Shyam Space.

In my mind the death of the spook woman who was buzzing around my room was actually a sort of murder by Shyam. Same with the death of Hume Wright. In the end it was Shyam who was People of the Lie. He loved the lie. At first a sort of promoter. But then the advertiser is a liar, he is also.

And O good lord it wasn't even Lucy yet there was a woman who died. The woman who had died that I was led to believe was Lucy was not her at all. I saw her on the street and she apologized to me. We get along just fine now. I was set up to argue with someone else in my mind. It was Nagual Hell. These were at least one set up by Shyam to cover every ashram he had created. Montreal, Toronto, Vancouver, Ottawa, etc., and God knows where else. Lucy was never wrong to think she was getting hurt by Shyam Space even though she wasn't a part of it. People inside Shyam Space would think that others were bigoted but there was a force in these Naguals that hurt everyone who feared his trip, who didn't love the ashram. It was such that the whole society had been monitored for almost twenty years by these things.

He was too later rip the soul to shreds to bury the evidence in the aakaash or her existence and then he started in on my consciousness. Shyam Space is the name of the collected students and devotees of Swami Shyam who resides in Kullu, Himachal Pradesh, India.

[letter to Madhu] One day I made a list of things that I knew about Shyam and put them in the mailbox at Montclair for Barbara Mulroney. I wrote this to Madhu (Mulroney) August 1994. She left for India, the very next day, and had commented that it was a strange list. I heard that from Simon Kidell.

The fact was that Swami Shyam had fostered the idea of getting money from the parents so they the children could meditate. There was a persistent attitude in some of the Shyams that anybody who worked in the West should send them money for the teachings. Or like that. Even if you left Kullu to work in the West by the time you returned with the money many felt they were more deserving and that they should be paid to teach you. It got really weird sometimes as people were trying to talk to each other as if they were the experts in satsang, but as soon as you leave they talk like ordinary hippies, etc. When somebody didn't want to talk about something they would switch to satsang. The longer you live with them the worse it got. It was Shyam Space double talk. Hiding things from outsiders became the modality. The esoteric circle become aging heads, criminals etc. with fragmented personalities, borderline personality disorders that they had learned to hide in an ashram ambience. In any case as often as not visitors like Hume Wright saw only the public presentation. And did not see the greedy attachment to his wealth.

SCS and India had a really big need to reclaim their intelligence. The CID represented that to him. So when he sent the spooks to Canada part of their program was to insult and assault their space intelligence. See Gary Radley-Walters (Giridhar) and Greg (Gagan - sky, code book) later in this text.

I was starting to wake up. I had things in my mind that I didn't even know how they got there. Just about everything I thought about this woman who had died proved to be true of Shyam's Nagual. She as it turns out was no "hockey playing whore," as I heard in my mind from spook Shyam all the time (to the point of being sickened) but in fact had angels in her system. Shyam's mind in Montreal was so brutal to her I was revolted. Sickened. He put dozens of sprishtis (pocks marks, impressions energized from outside my consciousness with his praana and his negative energies, in in my mind or in my head. One hundred and fifty or so elementals that were just thought put together with praanic glue. Just so many memories that were accessed by psychic power and had been tattered in the aura. See Précis:

An example. Christmas time. At my brothers house. An exchange of Christmas presents. Then a dinner. Just after dinner I hear a voice poking in my head saying here's your Christmas present. The license number of my fathers car. The message is "he fears me, he'll eat cotton" (he's dead meat). Two weeks later that same being was roving around my bed without a body. THAT WAS JANUARY 1991

I printed this following [Gooch's News] and sent it to five people in Kullu valley. they did not write back. One of them was a lawyer, Ami Berlin. In this letter I was trying to recover my reputation from having released the book but not blaming Swami Shyam. In the earliest versions I pretty much blamed Lucy having thought she had gotten demented about my talking about her. At various stages I was deeply hypnotized and only when I actually saw the male spook in the middle of the summer of 1994 did I put it together. SCS had brought the 'Gully Ghost" and many others and had set them to work destroying anyone's knowledge of what Shyam Space was really all about. He created a need for his service in Kullu to get rid of them. He created fears of living in Canada and made troubles for anybody who loved Christians, Englishmen, or non-yogis. no more mail ever came back to me from Kullu valley.

Ending: five ancient figures of woman found in antique shop. end of cold war end of environmental ignorance and inactivity some televangelist are condemned and some thrown in jail. A comet lands in Montreal and a thought is born. God has come to Montreal to save the day. A comet hits Jupiter.

the guy she was with : heard in Shyam space lets just call him earl. his friends are earl's earls. The one's who decide that "she shouldn't hurt anybody" repeat of problematic text from the précis version of the book Utnapishtim. This material is prejudicial and bigoted toward Lucy chapel and being dubbed evidence of slander and libel;

"A new struggle comes up as Azu (myself Eric gooch) writes down his story. Leora (Lucy chapel) tries to overpower him through 'third eye'. The Guru helps Azu cope with it from India. He works with him through the "space" of consciousness to free up his mind from her. Leora had become one of the "People of the Lie" (M. Scott Peck, 1983) and in attacking Azu becomes evil."

This essay was delivered to many people in Westmount and elsewhere in Shyam space. It was even sent to many publishers in the United States and Canada. There was someone I/he never knew and about which the preceding has been recorded.

How painful it was to see the woman's torment after the death three years later when I realized Shyam was quite prepared to hurt me about the death (which hadn't happened in Canada, it was something he or his spooks did in India). He had said in my mind that it was a suicide but when I saw Lucy on a bus later I began to realize that Shyam had been quite aware of the fact that I didn't actually know the woman who was involved. It was a setup to shut down my role in Shyam space. I was so interested in the prophets and the laws. And the Laws! He wanted to live outside the law. To be a law unto himself. Though he didn't make rules he certainly had judgments. Though it was difficult to determine what those judgments were founded on.

Oct. 10, 1994; During the Sprishti Hell I could see any number of entities zooming in and out of my own mind (i.e. bouncing off my aura and not entering my brain). And I could see that the soul of the young woman was being tormented also. They had set runaways in the society where they would swoop out and start hurting a lot of minds at a distance. Any woman I met was hurt inside about something. A lot of cops and military were entered in India, and as soon as they did the spooks got worse — I began to fear my death.

Late 1994 moving from Mount Pleasant. The Nagual gets too heavy and I am learning how to fight with it. I start dragging things out of the aakaash and he falls out with a bunch of things. It is a heavy ghost, with considerable powers to imitate forms and to enter (focus into) Chakras as a minute form, to tear thoughts up.

A woman's could be heard in the other world saying over and over, "I didn't hurt anybody if I feared these people." She wasn't wrong. I feared Shyam truly myself. He had become the ANTI-CHRIST.

The thing with Chapel was that she had told me that there was a poltergeist at her house. If I had paid any attention I would have found out more. I tended to discount any such stories. Now the point of this is that her poltergeist was part of the group of spooks that had arrived at my house. As soon as I became interested in her Shyam's own spook set out to destroy my knowledge of their presence here. Since I was unsuspecting they almost succeeded in getting me to believe that she was the source of the psychic power. One of the spooks was trying to hypnotize through mentalist projections during my sleep. They had no power to move things in the real world but they had a power to make people believe that they could. They were dangerous to mental health and had been trained by SCS to specifically interrupt the intuitive and deeper knowledge of the space and its possibility to reveal the truth about SCS. In other words SCS had set out to kill our littlest angels who were weeping about the destruction of out spirit. The involvement with Lucy let me to study her situation and consequently became involved with solving my own problems with the spooks. All this was related to nuclear threats, love and God, and the prophets. These spooks were a real threats to children and the elderly. Lucy wanted to have children and so ridding herself of the spooks was an emergency issue. She had clung to her Bahai faith and that secured her against the gurus who as we see had turned out to be as a group or on average corrupt weird and hateful and yet with powers of mind.

When I had met Chapel she had told me some dreams.

"I was in California. There was a period of several years in which a war or a couple of wars happened. There were boats and people were trying to get into them. There was something wrong, they didn't work. Then I was walking through a field and I came to a house . It had 396 on the door. The door was orange. It had a handle in the middle. I went in and there was a man - a prophet he had many worlds in his hand and he was spinning them like a juggler. He had a beard. His wife had died. There was a crystal sphere and I saw that my material was at the bottom. Later she was with her mother and they were arguing. Her mother didn't understand. Lucy was down on the floor trying to fix the tiles, which were coming up. The date was 1992."

in the second and follow up account a year later there was more details.

"There was going to be a NUCLEAR WAR. There were boats that everyone was getting into but the boats were leaking. Then she was in a field and she went up to a place with 396 on the door. She went inside and there was a man with a white beard. His wife had died. She comforted him. He had many worlds in his hands and was spinning them like a juggler. He treated her material like it was paper doll cut outs. Then she was at home with her mother and they were arguing. She was down on the floor and the tiles were coming up (getting aged). The date was 1992."

Another dream:

"I was standing somewhere, in a field somewhere. I then saw a red ribbon going up towards the sky were it eventually went into a cloud. Then there was a tree which had two big loops in the branches. In the middle of these loops could be seen the moon on one side and the sun on the other. I went through one of these loops, whether the sun or the moon I do not know. Then I came to a field very sunny warm and pleasant. After I met two Bahai's and she was talking to them about it. They didn't understand."

And another:

"I was being drawn into a circle of initiates or worshippers in a Stonehenge sort of scene with dark and heavy woods around it. Large numbers of people standing around in circle and I am being drawn into the circle. They want me and I am priestess. Then suddenly a hand is placed on my elbow and someone turns me aside. I am led to a tree, a white tree, which has symbols on it which I did not understand. The tree was leafless or perhaps these symbols were the leaves. I was positive about this tree nevertheless. But the tree stood in big field. Empty."

There is a birch tree outside Westmount city hall and in the winter it is without leaves. It stands on a large lawn, without any neighboring trees nearby.

What was the message then in the dream? For Lucy the prophet means Messiah, as it does to the Muslims and Bahais. The field is her sense of paradise. Some of the details are quite plain to understanding as for example the address and the fact that the door has a handle in the middle. But there is a message in the orange of the door. It is the color of sanyassin, or renunciation, and detachment. The door handle is the sexual organs. Her problem was about marriage and relationship. The point is that SCS had not really achieved vairagya or dispassion and that showed up throughout Shyam Space. It was as if there were a man dressed in the cloth of a priest at the door but letting his genitals hang out in the erect state. The door handle at heavens gate of Shyam Space was sneaky Shyam's organs saying "fuck me first." and get high in India. The argument with the Mother. Of course the mother wants what is best for the daughter and the sexuality and freedom is not commensurate with a secure marriage. For the Bahais marriage is almost mandatory. Many people in Shyam space become celibate even if they are married, despite the hypocrisy of Shyam himself. California? Well she and her husband had gone to California. but I was also there. California is a symbol of the new thought and also the outlandish. The boats - paths to the other shore, religions. They are leaking, or in other words they are not delivering people, liberating them. Wars are the representation of the Bahais predictions about the most great peace arriving from the time of Baha'ullah until now. Her later account has change this to nuclear war. The big threat of modernity.

It was the dream about the priestess that indicated to me that she would not realize what forces were at play and which were contained in the dream. She felt called to be a figure in the drama of the cult, the institution and would not leave that for the sake of what seemed to her to be a mere tree, the tree which to me was the tree of life, the natural way of Lao Tsu, which to her must have seem boring and insignificant as one of those maple sapling planted in front of every new house in Canadian urban development. It would seem that the Bahais, to Lucy, did not know how to interpret Lucy's dreams and experience because they show up in the second dream as not understanding. In that particular dreams the cloud would be the same cloud of Biblical religion beyond which God resides. Beyond the mind. The Knowledge beyond mind which is Enlightenment. The red ribbon? Well she asked what about my gifts? and what should she do if she were with God, because to have gifts is to have been favored by God but to have siddhi is not the same, it is the result of making an effort in yoga. The ribbon lead to the cloud o unknowing. and later the tree. The sun and moon and different paths, or results of life works. The bahais were not aware of the powers of Shyam space and the sum of it in India. Action attachment and success in concentration.

Altogether Lucy's dreams were prophetic in the sense that Abdul Baha has noted. The aspect of the tree became apparent when I noted it on the side of the Westmount Town Hall during the winter. During the summer perhaps may a tryst has occurred in that park adjacent where the tree and its low lying branches camouflaged many a kiss in the ardor of youth. And just around the corner the door to the marriage licence bureau beckoning with its security and the force of law. While it is beautiful and green in summer it is bare and cold in winter and will not hide even that kiss or affection in youth. The stone walls of the city hall and administration call one in to the responsibilities of family and society of Westmount.

Even though some effort would have produced her ultimate success, not only worldly success but spiritual. Why? I think it is in the Bahais faith.

To enter the regions of Holiness, the reality.

Now I realize what the "wife had died" was all about. Lucy had actually met Shyam and had been to the ashrams way back in 1981-83. She would have heard quite a few things about relationships. One thing she would have known is shyam's attitude to woman and to his own wife. She was always getting the short shrift. Lucy's grandmother herself had committed suicide and she was very sensitive to bad dads. Shyam had attitudes to sex, to marriage and to woman when he first came to Montreal and those attitudes were shocking. Those attitudes stayed in the from of a Nagual even though he left. It was a prophetic dream. I think that Lucy realized that if she were to marry me she would end up spiritually dead in Shyam Space.

These dreams might have helped her understand, because the overall trend is to indicate that she was seeing the God consciousness through the lenses of the Bahais folk.

"Dreams as Evidence of a Life Beyond."

From the writing of Baha'ullah, in Unto Him Shall We Return;
 

One of the created phenomena is the dream. Behold how many secrets are deposited therein, how many wisdoms treasured up, how many worlds concealed. Observe, how thou art asleep in a dwelling, and its doors are barred; on a sudden thou findest thyself in a far-off city, which thou enterest without moving thy feet or wearying the body; without using thine eyes, thou seest; without taxing thy ears, thou hearest; without a tongue, thou speakest. and perchance when ten years are gone, thou wilt witness in the outer world the very things thou hast dreamed tonight.

Now there are many wisdoms to ponder in the dream. First, what is this world, where without eye and ear and hand and tongue a man puts all of these to use? Second, how is it that in the outer world thou seest today the effect of a dream some ten years past? Consider the difference between these two worlds and the mysteries which they conceal, that thou mayest attain to divine confirmations and heavenly discoveries and enter the regions of holiness."
 

"The danger of tampering with psychic forces."
 

To tamper with psychic forces while in this world interferes with the condition of the soul in the world to come. These forces are real, but, normally they are not active on this plane. The child in the womb has its eyes, ears, hands, feet, etc., but they are not in activity. The whole purpose of life in the material world is the coming forth into the world of reality, where those forces become active. They belong to that world."

In the middle of summer 1994. There was a lot of accidents. My brothers car was sideswiped and Marv who was coworker in the ESE project had a sever accident also. It seems that a five time drunken driver had been out on the highway and had veered into his lane and totaled the car. He survived but had many bruises.

As I was standing on the sidewalk waiting for a bus at the corner of Grave and Brooke a car suddenly veered out of the lane opposite and headed into Grove from Brooke. Then changing his mind steered out of the intersection and careening off the sidewalk steered back into the same lane. As I saw it he was headed straight for me and I ducked into doorway and was protected by the cement wall. The driver was a young man and he and his companion were laughing as they got back into the lane and drove off.

Only a week later I walked out of my house at Mount Pleasant and found that someone had careened off Brooke and had ended up about halfway up the stairs of Westmount Life. The man inside was old, had died of a heart attack. He had been at the synagogue which is only a block away. At the top of the stairs was a full size aluminum sculpture of a business man reading a newspaper with his briefcase beside him. I think this sculpture was called "Catching Up" and was by J. Seward Johnson. The sculpture did not look up as the old man crashed at his feet but with indifference went on reading the paper as if the death of old men was of no importance.

It looked to me that the nagual was hard at work and was attampting to get into minds as they drove by only to cause accidents.

I wrote or faxed to many Indian newspapers about Sprishti hell but never received an answer. I wrote to the government of Canada, the Indian embassy, to Brian Mulroney, and a few Gurus and did not get a reply.

dream: thing on neck from 1978-9. I was drinking a lot of coffee during the day and had a light sleep. In the first hour or so of sleep I had gone out of my body and as I was walking up I felt that something was cashing me from this hell space and was now settled on my neck. I was in my body but it would not move and I could not wake up totally although I was awake enough to open the eyes and see swami's photos still lit by the candle. I thought to awake and then in moment of desperation called out Shyam and kept repeating it like a mantra. Immediately I was awake and got up to throw cold water on my face. What was that I wondered where had I been. What was that thing that followed me out of the space had jumped on my neck like a wild cat. It was the demented ghosts of Shyam Space.

Oct. 10, 1994 Fear I am destroyed. They destroyed my thought to be easy to love with anybody in the society. They intend to get a hold of Greg's (my brother) thought in Montreal and then to attack Phil (another brother) also. One hundred and something ghosts from INDIA running around. Now Pickle as well and a number people in Montreal, including about eight or nine woman in their minds. Shyam has nine principal sprishti's (embodied students that he has copied out by mind reading) and he seems like a wraith to me. I can hear him whizzing around the room. He goes in and out of Chakras (with mentalisms) spends a lot of time sexing it up with the images of the woman I see in stores or on the bus or anyplace.

Mechanism: A sprishti is sent in to check it out and SCS's consciousness right behind it. Then the image of some woman perhaps in a store or some friend is dug out and he goes right into the Swadishtan and sexes up in mental form. The woman who is the subject is of course hurt some way either in immediate telepathic line or later when the next meeting arises.

[spook.shyam.12]

Shyam said he was with Maharishi when he first came. In those days the beetles had been there and many celebrities. Maharishi was a graduate of science at the universities in India and his won Guru Brahmananda(?) has insisted that the teach meditation to the West. Shyam had resented his university knowledge and the many prestige people he had with him.

SCS had come to Canada after meeting someone from Maharishi's outfit. When he got back to Chandighar in 1973 he went into his house and looking at Suresh he pointed at him and laughed. He had a hating for Suresh a real lust for his thoughts. There was a problem in the making. He wanted success and he was going to hurt anybody who stopped him. Maharishi days: he and Maharishi were have supposed to have a meditation contest to see who could meditate the longest. Supposedly it had gone on for three days and Shyam had been the winner. He later had come to Calgary with a business man who said he wanted to start a big Maharishi type trip with Shyam. Shyam had said that the guy had laid a big trip and had wanted to make all kinds of money with Shyam's "enlightenment" so he had taken off with taking only a suitcase. He had hitchhiked across the Rockies with only a suitcase and dressed only in a dhoti in the middle of winter. When he got to Vancouver he had gone to Victoria to the Maharishi center and had tried to get them to help him out. They had called Maharishi and he had said that he should not be there. Supposedly Maharishi had then offered Shyam $100,000 to use his name as a Mantra. Shyam supposedly refused such an offer. He then went to Vancouver and stayed in the Gastown area, in cheep hotel. One day when he had gone to the washroom down the hall someone had snuck into his room and stolen his wallet. When Shyam came back and discover that his wallet had been stolen he had said that he just gave up and sat on his bed to meditate, at this point his "mind was like a rock and his body like a log," and he had reached enlightenment. According to Shyam. He had then begun to teach in Vancouver opening a little studio somewhere near the Main.

I suspect that every bit of this story is a lie. Shyam is such a common name in India where would Maharishi be paying to use his name. His money wasn't stolen it just ran out. The guy in Calgary didn't rip him off it was Shyam diddling with some woman's mind.

He hurt their minds inside. Shyam samadhi is a group hypnosis. when he puts them into a trance and then says quietly fear me. That is why he hurt Manoj when he coughed and why he detested anybody that moved why he was doing an induction. Manoj musts have seen something back then in 1978. I suppose that he smashed Manoj will to reform at that time and he again turned to crime.

[spook.shyam.13]

In his early days in Chandighar he used to have radar—third eye power and he had a fierce desire to hurt anybody he knew. So when he realized that I have radar and didn't want to hurt anybody he decided to do a job on me. He could scarcely fathom why anybody should love Christianity for example.

I remember a scene on a video where Paul Piehler and some other had been sitting around with him and he had asked a question of the Bible— this was in Kullu perhaps ten years ago. While Paul was reading the verses Shyam had put his forehead in his hands and he seemed to be concentrating. I realize now that he was reading the commentary out of Paul's mind in fact. Why did he have to concentrate so hard on the verse, could he not just understand what was being said. In fact he has only a conventional understanding of Christianity. He has a repertoire of insults and criticism of it that he uses in peoples minds. He is a total hypocrite about holy personage.

Anubis tricks from Egypt after his visit to the pyramids. Ask about his ludicrous trips in Chandighar after he returns from Egypt. He picks up on crocodiles in Egypt and snake pit sorceries in India. Visits them night and day when he was a young man. Where he almost gets stoned by a few of the elders. Stonehenge: rips off the ethers and at Christ Church Cathedral in London insults the Lord and calls him a fool.

snake pit operators around Gwalior: a sketch of sorcery-yogi activity:
"Wherever you have angers I'll put a snake."
three snakes go flying through the ether and lodge in his mind.
his wife his house and his toilet seat, he didn't have one. quisling he thought (he hates British buts love their powerful machinery.)
o yah says Shyam
"1,2,3,4,5, wrongs you got."
"Where will you be now?"
and 1,2,3,4,5 wrongs he finds in his brains truly.
and the guru was baffled by how fast Shyam could find out about the wrongs the man had about India.

Kevalya Come back (Keval Kumbach?) blowing the praans out and holding the breath out and waiting for them to return. They soon come back covered with gunk (snakes) and then you have to do more to remove. and then you have to lie down because it exhaust you. You shouldn't hold the breath out like that in shyam space you should hold it in, until you know your rhythms are returning truly. anybody knows that shyams pranayam's hurt the society in canada because he never does a pranayam in from of anybody he knew. because he only does them just to hurt anybody he knew inside. He hurts then in the mind or to arrange a pain from somebody else to arrives at their doorstep, like an argument, or a hit on the sex. first you get stoned inside and then pleasure and then you need sex without gurus trip involved but can only find guru's students.

Trips on the Mooladhar chakras. Remember he used to teach Tantra in Vancouver. He has five slips in Canada. One where there is some semen on somebodies thigh just after he pops off and he tries to remember it only as shaving cream on the thigh when he dumps the memories over and over again to tormented Canadian souls, because when he says that to them they fell disconnected and fear they are involved with salacious joke-thoughts of others. He gets too close to sexing them right up and then loses his OJ(AS) (which are the sexual energies in subtle form emanating out of the Swadishtan chakra and permeating the rest of the aura) afterwards or during the night the semen comes out.

"oh, really I'm a married man, BUT if you are really very interested I can help you." The woman really used to get really stoned with his trip and it even seemed better that drugs, and not illegal and it goes on for along time." that means he must have learned these things from India, from someone he knew who has a girlfriend who can do these things for him. That means he cheats on his wife, before he comes to Canada and calls himself self realized. He says you must never tell anyone, or you' be hurt truly in the society by the God's of asia. and he puts a massive sprishti (mentalistically planted energy in the thoughts) in the thoughts for sex, that hurts them if they ever try to have sex with anybodies thoughts but his thoughts in their minds, and if they tell anybody they get hurt by the guilt in their minds put there by shyam called the painful realization of Shyam's evil nature is blame on them.

Hanuman Chalisa is siddhi oriented material how to get things done for Rama. This stotram was taught to Manoj a drug dealer from BC. SCS had been working with the Indian Government and was part of the artsy craftsy set of India. He had wife and five kids. at least one brother and probably a sister. The brother used to come and visit now and then, in Kullu when where he lived two years later. At this time his family lived in Chandighar where he had been employed as recording secretary to the provincial parliament.

After the fact, the major objectives of my proactive search have been met. The communist regimes end in Russia. Ecology is very big on many national agendas. A few fundamentalist preachers are either arrested or reprimanded. The nukes are disarmed and the Berlin Wall comes down.

except for one thing. Swami Shyam had actually approved of a book that had listed Lucy as the principle antagonist female. Had said print the book. Their whole community was now silent. So the précis was distributed and then it was found out that the woman Lucy who, according to Shyam had gone nuts, was not even in the neighborhood .

Oct. /94; Sitting in front of the rooming house on Mount Pleasant after sending the message about the number of bad news item to Madhu (Brian Mulroney's sister). I had a few rocks from the rock garden of the office building in my hand. I was tossing one or two up in the air juggling them for a bit. Pondering on the criminality of Shyam Space. In India they had been throwing rocks at Shyam's for a while. One day he threatened the whole of Kullu valley with a walkout. They said they would leave the valley and the city of Kullu would lose all that revenue. So the Indians in Kullu valley decided they ought to stop hurting the trip. I knew by this time however that Shyam had led to the death of the young woman.

In meditation: She wasn't what he was saying she was at all. A voice had said later one she had seven angels in her. I saw the Naguals tear her mind to pieces after she had died. After I had begun to realize that she wasn't at all what he had been suggesting to me. I had always wanted her to go, "wherever they go." But she was always there. She was always angry with me and so hurting me inside. Now I know why. She was never wrong when she went "you shouldn't do this to these people" and showing me a namaskar.

He had tried many times to say in my mind and to her that her husband didn't love her, and that for example that he thought she was and elephant. that in fact is his thought about his wife. All those years the whole Shyam Space unconscious was being thrown into my mind. I used to see this gesture in the Aakaash that of a garbage can being dumped into me. "Here's your karma he would say."

He used to say, "I'll teach you how to hurt whore's"
I used to think, "I don't want to learn how to hurt whore's"

He used to call her a hockey playing whore. He used to say she a paranoid schizophrenic. He projected all kinds of things on the woman. Now I realize she was much younger than Lucy and not at all what he said he was. I had been used totally. and she had been hurt in such a way that she couldn't get any help. I myself did not know he had sent a Nagual. It could take any form except the truth. I remember that in the Muang days I used to ask, "What is the self." and the Muang would sort of collapse inside. Now I realize that the serpent of the Nagual knows nothing of self because the self of it is in Kullu valley.

Sound bizarre and scary. You bet . Think how it is for me .Every body has just been given some cause to think that I am either a total nutsoid or that I am some sort of murderous disgruntled creep myself. All This is on the sage advice of Swami Shyam. Heh? Thanks Swamiji, what should we call this creation. There was someone I/he never knew and about which the preceding has been recorded.

[Sprishti Hell]

[nagual hell]

In Westmount I was living on Mount Pleasant Avenue. It might have been very pleasant if it were not for the nagual hell coming at me everyday. As it was I made do. I found it unconscionable that Shyam's devotees could neither see nor even think about was was happening to me.

The woman who had died seemed to be a loyal and thoughtful woman. I could her voice saying, "you shouldn't hurt my husband," over and over. She was good inside and didn't like when she heard me swear in my thoughts. She didn't espouse drinking or dope or anything that I could hear in the Aakaash. After four years of her presence I got to know her well. She was it seems never more than twenty feet away and could hear her many times in my head. "Tell Billy that I never hurt the society truly." And, "that she loves him still." I couldn't figure out who she meant by Billy. never heard the last name. I would be glad to send him some mail. Even If he were to think it were a prank. I sure would like to hear from anybody who had seen or heard anything about the naga-el.

I was so hurt when I realized how young she was. I doubt she was even twenty. She wasn't any kind a scum by her sounds of her voice. I didn't hear her swear. I didn't hear her conniving or anything. She only wanted to get back to her husband. What had really happened at her house or place I don't know. It sure must have heavy for her to face the Nagual. it could practically push me over on my body level. It could smash right though my nervous system. So she was a total victim of Shyam Space projections. The group mind had amassed enough energy in the aakaash to really damage somebody at a distance.

Shyam: What a bastard. He was a hypocrite and concupiscent himself. Remember People of The Lie, by M. Scott Peck. I found this his text to fit his Evil to a tee. It was remarkable how this book liberated me. I could not fathom or conceptualize the psychology before this. It turns out that it was Shyam that is characterized best by this because he had built up the spook world in Canada in many places. I never knew that so much of the mentalist phenomena that had happened in Montreal where governed by the power that Shyam had built into the ashram. He ruled the aakaash of Montreal with this evil thing the Shyam naguels (collection of spooks).

Oct. 15, 1994

The city of Westmount had gone over to Wood (Deer) Park one day and cut down the apple tree where I had been trying to get the apples down. It was rotten to the core. Before I had left the house at Mount Pleasant there was a big storm and many trees had fallen in the neighborhood. that was in the summer when the lotus from hell was beginning to show up in my mind. Shyam had tried to overpower me one day from the aakaash and I had gotten very hurt in side. He wouldn't write and I knew that he had screwed me up about the dead woman. I wasn't anything to do with Lucy. It was the dead from India. There wasn't just one. There were as many as 150 at one time. Up to ten men and the remainder women.

They find five ancient figurines of woman in Montreal. Figures from twenty thousand years ago.
The badger lady among them. First discovered in France and then lost. Now discover in an antique shop.
A comet lands in Montreal. I was sitting on a park bench on the lawn near Westmount city hall. I thought a bomb had gone off some where because I heard a loud booming sound as from a distance.
Another comet hit Jupiter. Afflicting it. And so the struggle goes. I do hope that the comet landing her in Montreal indicates that there was some truth in the old woman's prediction that two children are born. Two noble and saintly Canadians headed for holiness. I know that Shyam is trying to hurt Godliness wherever he finds it. His concept of Self-Realization is to be high and powerful, as on drugs, better than acid. That is why he tried to hurt me, why he used this situation to destroy me, because I had a lot of concern for the society and that meant I would object to wrongs in his trip, his group. He wanted to wrong everybody's mind because he never got over the fact that he failed to make it in Canada. Immigration had tossed him out. He just wanted power and prestige like all the rest. His attitude to western women was they were all whores if they didn't love his trip. Many woman had been hurt in his valley and then told they just couldn't handle the energy.

Greg my brother had moved up to Prescott where he lived with an old friend, Mona. They were out one day exploring the country side when Mona received a call to help out with some wildlife. She was part of a wildlife support group. They hastened over to a farm and met a farmer who had discovered a golden eagle in a very ill state. The put it in a special container meant for such birds and took it over to the veterinarian. The vet tried for days to nurse it back to health. Unfortunately it died anyway.

The pope issued an encyclical saying that the role of the church in history had been wrong and regretting the many things that the church had done, including the inquisition and crusades.

Late 1994; The New Yorker Magazine prints an article exposing Muktananda/Gurumayi ashrams and saying that there is clear evidence that there was sex involved. The brother of Gurumayi who was supposed to be helping her out himself gets into trouble and despite his sanyasin vows has sex. She has him canned, and thrown out. Millions of dollars are involved. They betrayed everybody we knew.

They knew how bad it was for the people of Montreal and watched the destruction of our souls, me and "Ms. Billy," and now yet another woman's soul had been seized. I was receiving messages in my mind. One day I went into the Anglican church and I was sitting listening to the prayers and I heard what I believed to be Gurumayi's voice going on about Muktananda and how it really wasn't sex that he had and I shouldn't think that he was wronging anybody any way. "you know how american woman are," the voice said. I was so hurt, that some woman could see me, see my thought, from the akaash, and what she was doing was a sort of propagandization in my mind. It turns out that the woman was actually one driven by the large male spooks of which there were at least three. She as Gurumayi would go on about this and that, and another day I hear something about a double fold hymen. I thought what the hell. What is it to me if she has a hymen. I have to deal with the nagual. It was stupid anyway. If she could know what was happening to me why can't see come and help. Give witness. Call the police in New Delhi. Why couldn't she write to me and explain what was going on with her and propose some solutions. But actually it was the nagual was killing me. Fool me once . . .

Amrit Desai of the Kripalu foundation is found in bed with several students and has to be removed from his own institute.

Extract of personal Correspondence Dec. 2000 between

Patrick O'Niell and myself. Shankar was not particularly a friend of mine. My best friends in the ashram were in Montreal.

"You may be interested to know that your old friend Shankar had a complete nervous breakdown in Kullu during the time I was there in 1998. He is living somewhere in the US at an undisclosed address. He is living with Shakti. I understand that he is having trouble coping with life in the outside world. Are you planning to include Shankar in your list of those who have been hurt by Swami Shyam?

You heard all the details about Shankar? He was handling various peoples' investments when he had the breakdown. He started hearing voices of angel choirs chanting the name of Shyam and he couldn't stop the voices as much as he tried. Shankar made some very risky investments using other peoples' money and managed to blow over $2.5 million before he was stopped. Swami gave Shankar 24 hours to clear out of India because so many people wanted to kill him. He is living at an undisclosed address in the US for his own protection. How would you feel if your investment broker went mad and lost all your life savings on day trading? You, too, might have dark thoughts about ending his miserable life.

Yes, Earl Wilson is Vivek Aanand. Do you want his e-mail address? (It is in Dayal's Shyam directory, available for a mere $20 CDN.) For a while he was 'persona non grata' in Kullu but I understand that his image has been rehabilitated lately. If Earl can return to the human race, maybe there is still hope for you. );-) I think that a suitable display of groveling in front of Guru will help your cause immeasurably, if you really want to get back into Shyam Space. (Maybe you couldn't care less at this point.)" - Patrick O'Niell
 

>On the subject of names, what is your current handle?
Eric is my name.
No I do not want to get back into Shyam Space.
No I do not want to know Earl Wilson or have anything to do with him.
As for Shankar's insanity it sounds like "swami shyam"'s great delight to do that so successfully to a man that already had a load of problems and that he used so successfully in Ottawa. Now that he has made this mistake, and been sent away, SCS must be delighted he can {come on to in sexual mode} Archana all he likes. Not only but he has acquired about half of her 300,000 share of the inheritance. SS had already managed the suicide of Archana's father Hume Wright without anybody realizing why it happened or how he was manipulated through First Avenue, how Giridhar taunted him and then went out and bought the gun. Now he will be free to blame it all on Shankar. Shankar was tool and a dupe." - Nachiketa (myself)
 

>was tool and a dupe.
*
Shankar was a tool, yes. A cordless power screwdriver with exchangeable heads.
>If we don't do it nobody will;
And why do you want to do it? I think the damage already done to SS's reputation is immeasurable. Why not wait and watch the fallout as disciples leave and set up their own trips. Going after SS can easily turn into an ego trip. I say let him go and let the sticks fall as they may.O'Niell

First some things about Shankar/Shakti, Kullu, Ottawa and violence;
"According to Jean, he fought back against the cronies and threatened to expose SS if they tried anything." Giselle;

"I can't find the specific items as yet but it seems that Shankar had lost as much as $2.5 million and that some people were outraged. Then Shankar and Shakti were supposed to have been sent back and that was to America. Now Shankar (Harold Breck) and Shakti (Anne Margaret Saranti ) were married but they had pretty much split up in 1982-3 and though they still lived around each other Shankar had gone off with wealthy Archnaa. As far as I know Shankar and Shakti were both landed immigrants in Canada and I see no reason for them to go to America. It was said that Shankar had lost the money and that some people wanted to kill him. Because of this SCS ordered him to pack and leave within 24 hours. He was said to have gone with Shakti (why did Shakti have to leave) and was living at an undisclosed address." Nachiketa

Here is the seeds of violence. Now since their address is undisclosed (presumed by SS to be by their own protection)
a. we don't know if they are alive
b. we can't hear it from Shankar what actually happened
What happened to his accounts. Did he in fact leave with money or was he totally broke.

http://www.egroups.com/message/shyamtruth/249
 

"The last time I went back to Kullu for a short visit was in 1999. I arrived just after Shankar was sent back to the west because of his deteriorating mental conditions. What I then learned about Shankar horrified me. I learned that Shankar's mental conditions had been worsening for quite some time, but people did not seem to take his condition seriously simply because SS never said that Shankar needed medical care. Shankar made it known during satsang that he was hearing music in his head - like that of a choir. And SS then asked him to set up a group of people so that he could teach them the music that he heard in his head. And these people in turn learned the music and sang it in satsang. There was no concern that Shankar was suffering from a serious breakdown. And he continued to manage many people's investment. He was only sent back west after he told a close friend that he was going to buy a gun to commit suicide. I cannot understand how SS could let Shankar gradually deteriorate without getting him proper medical care. And no one seemed to think that Shankar needed medical care either. It seems to me a case of "guru knows best, and if guru has not said anything, then nothing needs to be done."

http://www.egroups.com/message/shyamtruth/407
 

"I wonder whether the money from the trust fund is coming from the money that was supposedly raised to reimburse people burned in the Shankar meltdown. In any case I do hope the trust fund is a) set up quickly b) based in a secure offshore jurisdiction like the Grand Caymans and c) contains more than 30 pieces of silver."

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"As you all know,much money was lost in the Shankar mismanagement of funds. Some of us complained. The S-SHAM saw an opportunity. He told everyone that he was going to raise the money himself; which by the way simply entailed charging more for tuition.(No extra efforts on his part but lots of efforts on the part of those who then have to go work to earn more)

So not only did people, unfortunately, lose money but they then lost some more when SSHAM decided to get more money from them using the excuse that it was to repay some of us who lost large amounts.All the while SSHAM knew very well that his 'devoted' students would never dare asking a penny from him; who would by then be seen as making a great 'sacrifice'. These days the fee is 'only' 40$ per day. By the way everybody is talking about 'the letter'! It does make a difference,and there is a bit of FEAR and uncertainty in the air."

Hi again Eric,

I know about the Shankar affair. According to Jean, he fought back against the cronies and threatened to expose SS if they tried anything. So I don't think he has been murdered. I hope. It seems that everyone in Kullu just wants to be in the "social" space meanwhile they don't know how to deal with people who are having unbalanced kundalini experiences. No wonder considering how SS's own unbalanced behavior must have subtly influenced them.

With regards to KK. I heard the story from his own lips as he is a close friend of Kevin's. He went hiking and camping in the mountains as he is known to do. This time he was alone because no one wanted to go. Anyway he was sleeping in his little tent when all of a sudden heard and felt a gun shot. Someone had shot him through the tent. He was shocked of course and knew he had to get away from this person so he darted out of the tent and kept running. He barely made it. Luckily he has long legs.

He lost a lot of blood but finally made it to the hospital and survived.

His reflections on it were that he was in a mineral exploration zone unknowingly and got into someone's territory. Basically he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I believe his story to be true.

That's it for this letter.Gisele

If one substitutes opium poppy field for mineral zone one gets a much better picture of what actually happened. Such unconsciousness had arisen in Shyam Space that KK could not even begin to think clearly about why he was shot in Kullu valley. That is with regards to Shankar/ Shakti, violence and back ground about Ottawa. Note that O'Niell had tried to implicate me in conspiracy to murder Shankar. In fact I had no such rancor about him, and further for that group to have taken such an attitude after years of pretending to vairagya, not getting involved, to be free from gain and loss, to be disinterested and dispassionate, they surely should have been upbraided rather than chasing Shankar out of Kullu with threats to kill him.

Kundalini, The Mother Power. Shri Chinmoy, Agni Press NY, 1974pg49

N B : This quote does not mean endorsement of Shree Chinmoy (or Chinmoy K Ghose as his ex-Chinmoy group calls him) and the readers are directed to visit their website at {http://www.chinmoycult.com/ - reference defunct, now at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Sri_Chinmoy_Open_Forum/ or http://www.rickross.com/groups/srichinmoy.html}

There are high occultists and low occultists. The inferior ones fight for occult power in the vital world. As in the outer world unillumined people fight for power, so in the inner world, in the vital world, unillumined occultists also fight for power. If one occultist is fast asleep, another may come and attack him occultly and try to take away his occult power.

But the superior occultists, the spiritual ones, will never do that. And if the spiritual Masters, the real Yogis, have occult powers, they do not try to attack or defeat other spiritual masters to win more occult power. But spiritual Masters sometimes do take away power from unwise seekers. Sometimes they see that a seeker is basically sincere, but has attained a little occult power and is misusing it. Then out of infinite compassion, the masters may take away occult power of the unfortunate seekers so that they will return to the spiritual life and realize the highest Truth. When the time comes and the seekers are ready to use their occult power wisely, the masters give it all back.
 

The point is, foremost, that misuse of occult power is a problem. Secondly that Swami Shyam is not the high occultist type, but a power mongering fool.