Brahma Kumaris Info - the Truth about BK Meditation

Who am I?
Where am I from?
Where am I going?
How much will it cost?
Can I take my mother?

1. Whoever you think you are
2. The UK
3. To the next question
4. A few seconds
5. Take my mother in law ... Please.

(boom tish)

Hahaha, you are a "filthy Shudra" from the Iron Age.
You are going to "fairyland" as a subject.
It's free for 1st 7 days ...
After that we take the lot ... + your brain
Yes, we take all mothers & their "free children" ...

LOL ... can I just do 7 Day Course & leave my mother-in-law as dowry? ... hah.

Pink Panther wrote:5. Take my mother in law ... Please.

Can she roll chapatis and do housework?

OK, we will take her too.

Yes, we take all free labour, except unborn babies ...

They are not "serviceable" ... and take a heafty toll on Baba's Honey Pot ... they must go ... down the gurgler ...

Accha, main thing is this! ... ????

I once heard a BK say that babies/young children do bad karma by distracting the intellects of yogi.

How they think they are going to 'Yoga' their way through Destruction if they cannot cope with a crying baby, I have no idea.

But what existential crises are you going through, Mr Green.

Most there are no answers for such questions, and that is all you need to know or accept. They are just hooks religionists exploit. Anyone selling you answers is just conning you.

Just accept life is largely random and unknowable, and futile. A certainly amount of suffering, irritation and melancholia is unavoidable, but that everything passes in time.

What's going on for you ask? Feeling the need to re-do the 7 Day Course? You must have forgotten Baba's answers!

Hi ex-l and all

Not really having any more of a crisis than usual!

I agree that life is a totally random thing, without ultimate reward or understanding

Always found it healthy though to ask!

Been listening to the B52s, Detour through your mind, he asks these questions in it

The doors of perception - challenged in 31
secs.

The artist is Bernard Pras.

What does it say ... that we think or impose that there is order in life but really it all just a big pile of junk? Still beautiful and wonderful but that is we who attempt to impose an order on us that reflects ourselves?