Last year one of the few remaining noble monastics from Ananda Marga came to visit el Misterio. I considered him their spiritual and social leader, their wisest. He wanted to join us in the revolution and said that our work was exemplary. I knew he had suffered greatly remaining within the old, corrupt order. He admired us for being moral rebels and going against the grain of our own tradition and withstanding the attacks against us for this. We are not monastics nor formal meditation teachers yet people around the world think that we are doing the work of Ananda Marga when in fact we are entirely independent. I told him that I was commissioned by some of the older, direct disciples of Anandamurti to help continue the work of Ananda Marga after the organization had failed. I told him about our meeting with Ramananda so many years ago and how Ramananda spoke well of el Misterio just before his death and said we were doing the work that Anandamurti intended. Anandamurti had foretold the fall of Ananda Marga years ago and said that the fundamental ideas would later continue under new forms. Ramananda, although still holding a very high organizational rank in Ananda Marga, inspired us in this revolutionary direction.
After hearing this history the noble monk visiting us slammed his fist on my table, alighted upright and shouted “Let us tell them all to go to hell and start over with just Yama and Niyama and Kiirtan!” I was so happy because we needed some orange in this revolution, monastics who can work outside the organization, yet still follow the discipline of Ananda Marga monastics.
I thought we had some hope. However, he went back to his tribe in Ranchi, India that is controlled by gangsters and and nun beaters and told me we needed to make deals with them. This effectively put an end to any possibilities of working with Ananda Marga monastics.
Ramananda died recently. He left an autobiography about his life as personal secretary to Anandamurti. I first met him in 1995, just before the Purulia Arms Drop. He came out of his room to speak to a few of us who were visiting from Europe and the U.S. His eyes were a little sleepy. If it weren’t for his overall blissful composure, he almost appeared intoxicated. It was so obvious this man was really god-intoxicated and had just been truly enjoying a trip into deep meditation.
I really liked him from the first moment he entered the room. I got a little of that eternal floating feeling that I would later experience even more strongly when I would meet Chandranath and his wife, Ram Parit Devii. I learned to distinguish between the politician and the saintly monastics by the vibration they left upon me. Sometimes that subtle vibration would last for days and would make one wonder, “where do they get this energy from? how can they invoke this bliss in others?” I saw that Ramananda had probably been enjoying for decades of meditation what I had only recently discovered after my initiation into tantric meditation a few years earlier.
When I saw Ramananda again it was several years later. I was already way far out on the fringes of Ananda Marga I knew who was true but could see how so many people were falling into scandals and all sorts of non-sense. My protests were never public in those days and I only spoke about these issues with my friends. I had come to Mexico for naturopathic treatments with Giitanjali. I had a dream that I had a strange brain growth in my right hemisphere and then later had it confirmed with a PET scan. I never pursued any treatments or further diagnosis because I knew no doctor would ever understand what is going on with my brain under the fire of kundalini. I started therapies with Giitanjali a year earlier while I still lived in the U.S., but wanted to immerse myself in them more thoroughly by visiting her clinic in Mexico.
Ramananda passed through Mexico at that time. He was surrounded by clowns and posers; monks puffed up with the vanity of being the ones chosen to implement “the mission of Baba.” It was all mostly ambitious self-delusion, the discourse of these spin-doctors. I had very little respect for the orange cloth by that time, but I felt very different near Ramananda. I remembered our first encounter and realized that this monk really belongs to an altogether different category than the others.
I meditated near him and some other monks. There was a dense vibration with the other monks. They were all mostly depressed, angry, and suffering from a lack of confidence in themselves and their organization after the arms drop and the Ananda Marga civil war that ensued. There was also a recent scandal about how the monks were editing philosophical and social texts of Anandamurti. Not even a decade had passed and they had already started the adulterations that would give more power to the monastics instead of lay members of Ananda Marga It was difficult to meditate near them. I opened my eyes to see who was sitting beside me emitting such a heavy vibe. I saw who it was and then I saw Ramananda sitting on the other side of me at total peace. I closed my eyes and tried to forget about the other monks. I once again felt that lightness emanating from Ramananda like I remembered from 6 years earlier. It was a pleasant relief to know that there were still some yogis left in Ananda Marga
The next morning he told me a story of how he was present when Anandamurti mentioned that he had created alternative movements in case the monastic institution of Ananda Marga fails in its objective. Ramananda was amazed to see Anandamurti speaking to another, unknown person in great detail about some other organization that Ramananda had never heard of. Ramananda was next to Anandamurti almost 24 hours a day. He told me this story and then looked at me intently and said, “you know, we really could fail.”
I was shocked. Why had he told me this? Nobody in Ananda Marga spoke in that manner. Anandamurti was the incarnation of god and the monastics were chosen to propagate his mission over the entire planet. This was the common discourse, anyway. And why was he speaking to me so sincerely about this? He really didn’t even know me, at least in the common sense of having spent time with somebody and shared experiences, etc. However, I realized that he trusted me as much as I trusted him, and that he too felt a deep connection with me ever since our first encounter. It was so obvious he was telling me something more, but what was he saying?
Later that night I finished my treatments with Giitanjali. I knew that some really good energy had jumped over to me through Ramananda. I could feel that the gurus blessing was transmitted through him, as if Anandamurti had left a package with him to deliver to me in the right moment. I start to hear the OM sound more loudly than ever before, as if somebody had started up a motorcycle inside the house. I fell over in a trance for I don’t know how long. I heard OM for 3 days and hardly slept. It was perfect bliss. I could see my future unfolding before me and knew that the principles of Ananda Marga would continue despite what happened to the organization. It was all very mystical. I understood I was to take radical measures regarding Ananda Marga, and prepare for its absolute disintegration. Giita and I were to be a team that would undertake an alternate path to help preserve the ideals of Ananda Marga It was all so lucid, and only becomes more so as the years pass on and I recall those realizations. Ramananda never gave orders, he only gave me his trust. He knew all would be well. It was one of the clearest and simplest heart connections I have ever had with another human being.
A great master like Anandamurti could heal any disease, physical or mental because he could see the subtle causes deep in the mind and tell people what they needed to do to transform themselves while taking on a great load of the burden himself. He had infinite love and those very close to him also expressed great compassion. Being close to some of these mature disciples was the greatest blessing of my life and I owe everything to those sincere beings that have sacrificed their lives for the work of dharma. I met some who reflected their guru’s compassion so deeply that they began to absorb the suffering of others. They took over the debts, the negative samskaras or negative “karmic” reactions of others so that those struggling to develop their spiritual practices could become strong themselves. It is not that they desire this. Due to their own spiritual freedom and compassionate realization the Macrocosmic Mind expressed this grace through them, as it did through Anandamurti.
Chandranath once explained to us that sometimes great disciples of the guru may manifest some degree of grace, but it is very little compared to what Anandamurti expressed. Yogis of this level of maturity are the most valuable people in human society. Their sole duty on this planet is to help others and maintain the balance of dharma. Most of them are now gone. They became very ill as they were aging and their physical bodies no longer had the energy to burn off the samskaras of others. Some died very painful deaths. Despite the fact that so many of their fellow disciples are now falling from the path and only plagued and bogged them down with their deviant expressions, their memory is a testament to the greatness of Anandamurti. Without these beacons of hope, the work of Anandamurti would have never reached the world. The fury of the Headkick Headtrick Tantra is but to lighten their burden by doing my part to get rid of some dead weight.
The Headkick Headtrick Tantra
Tantra Maya and the activities of Rancho el Misterio have been an attempt to preserve Anandamurti’s philosophy and humanitarian ideals through social service activities in Mexico. It is not an Ananda Marga division or some sect claiming to have some true and exclusive interpretation of Ananda Marga ideology. We are practical people and work with ideas, practices, and activities with progressive societies that really function and bring about good results.
Ananda Marga meditation, philosophy, and social ideals have always been an unwavering, perennial source of inspiration. The philosophy of Ananda Marga and the practices of Tantra Maya comport well together. It has helped us find a universal expression for the intuitive science of tantra yoga. However, there exist fanatics in the old and corrupt organizations that have threatened Rancho el Misterio with violence if we continue to teach people meditation with the supposedly universal mantra of Baba Nam Kevalam, a simple meditation tool that Anandamurti gave to humanity at large, and not just his followers in Ananda Marga. We were also threatened with legal action if we were to continue. I hear rumors they really even want to patent their mantra with their international corporate status of Ananda Marga Inc. The way things are going, nobody will eventually believe in the ideals of Ananda Marga.
The absurdity of such threats and the ridiculous name of “Ananda Marga Inc.” only gave us occasion to make many jokes which lightened the heaviness of this conflict. It is better to laugh than to cry. In allegories I was depicting how both sides of Ananda Marga have very corrupt and criminal leaders who have divided the organizations into political factions. There were two main groups back when I wrote this, The “Bengalis” and the “Hindis.” The leader of the “Bengalis,” Shamitananda or “CobraKiller” actually tried to murder his unrequited love, a nun, with cobra venom because she refused to marry him.
Everybody on Bengali side knows about this crime yet say nothing. The circles of Ananda Marga in Asheville, Denver and Austin are part of the cover-up. He still remains the leading spiritual figure for the Bengalis in North America and refers to the Ananda Marga saga as something similar to the Bhagavad Giita. Many Hindu religious zealots and politicians tow that old line to proclaim their own virtue while denouncing the immorality of the enemy in order to rouse the masses to their cause.
From the other side, Ananda Marga Inc., the “Hindis” or “Ranchi” we received threats from Headkicker, who zealously kicks the heads of other monks who disagree with him. I have referred to him as the “Headkicker,” the true inspiration for my absurd saga, “The Headkick Headtrick Tantra.” Those whom he beat up went running off to the Bengalis, who with such an infamous leader as CobraKiller will forgive any misdeeds and will gladly take fallen monks and nuns in to their ranks. Truly, the “Bengali” faction of Ananda Marga has accumulated much of the perversion and criminality of Ananda Marga. However, this doesn’t mean I support the Headkicker and his friends in Ranchi. They are the opposite, extreme, repressed, ultra conservative pole while the CobraKiller and his followers are the perverse libertines. In the end they all fall into the same darkness that all ambitious politicians eventually do. However, these guys actually engaged in gang warfare in India and crushed each other’s skulls and even beat up many, many nuns.
The Headkick Headtrick Tantra is cosmic vigilante vengeance. It is the story of how a bunch of hippy wizards of the desert engage in psychic warfare against the dark priests of A.M. with the aid of extra-terrestrial Motherships, the Dead Dada’s Society (the ascended saints of Ananda Marga) and my donkey Relampago; all the while spoofing Shamitananda’s “Bhagavad Giita.”Sometimes certain truths are too dark to speak of directly. For that I apologize, dear reader, but this is where the “Theatre of the Absurd” enters the scene. The Headkick Headtrick Tantra is cosmic vigilante vengeance. It is the story of how a bunch of hippy wizards of the desert engage in psychic warfare against the dark priests of A.M. with the aid of extra-terrestrial Motherships, the Dead Dada’s Society (the ascended saints of Ananda Marga) and my donkey Relampago; all the while spoofing Shamitananda’s “Bhagavad Giita.”
“We are not a bunch of dumb asses. People all over the world know one cannot patent a mantra!” – May 2013 This is Rayo, the sixth Son of Relampago. He stands at over 7 feet tall at the top of his head. He is very easily the biggest donkey in Northern Mexico. His father, Relampago, stands atover 8 feet tall, possibly making him the biggest donkey in all of the world. Making their armor was a difficult task but well worth the effort. He, along with his Valkyries broke the Ranchi lines in the battle for Monterrey. I only had to repair minor dents.
Currently, Comandante Relampago leads a fleet of Misterio Motherships over Ranchi, India. He leads squadrons of angry donkeys ready to rain hell down upon the rotten oranges. Meanwhile, Geronimo, The Dead Dadas Society, and a few LeFTies are on their way to pay a visit to the Bengali mafia in Tiljala. They plan on re-enacting the last scene of The Odyssey with hard rubber tomahawks and axes. There will be no dawn for Purodha Pramuks. “Relampago Kicks @ss” <h3 id=”ronin”>Ronin</h3>
10 years ago an old friend of mine, Mokseshwarananda, wrote that the monastic “acharyas” are now like Ronin, samurais without a master that must hold true to their own principles because they no longer have a master to direct them. He referred to the master as the organization, the collective system of discipline that governs their monastic society. I was inspired by this idea, and I still am, but I found out he was just another acolyte for Shamitananda, the “Cobra Killer.” I have already discussed the crime of how this leader of the North American society tried to murder a nun while he was the Sectorial Secretary of the Path of Bliss. He gave her a mango lassi yogurt drink laced with cobra venom after pursuing her all of the way to India! Ask Didi Anandausa, Krsnananda, Dinesh, Ramesh Bjorn or any of the rest of the Asheville, North Carolina group that cover for Shamitananda. Approach them, look them in the eyes and ask them if they know about this heinous crime. Ask Peter Fleury in Austin. I have spoken to all of them. They can’t deny it and bow their heads in shame. Still, Mokseshvarananda and many other “independents” like Madhuvidyananda, Nabhaniilananda, Kreepysundarananda, Darth Vindu, etc. etc. followed Shamitananda and saw him not just as an organizational leader but a spiritual leader as well. All of these people were just acolytes for the CobraKiller Shamitananda and the putrid “Bengali” regime which allowed such a man to be a leader. Whoever committed transgressions and was disciplined by Ananda Marga went running off to the Bengalis for a hearty dose of psychological cobra venom to quell their cognitive dissonance.
Some people ask why I continue to mention this example. Well, it is because nobody has done anything about this problem. Nabhaniilananda travels around the world telling people that Shamitananda has a great realization of the guru, for example. Also, because the attempted murder of Didi Ananda Viina is just the tip of the iceberg. Shamitananda and Madhuvidyananda were held at gunpoint by the Austin Swat Team during a Dharma Chakra or collective meditation in Austin Texas just a few years after the attempted murder. It was at the home of the LFT of Shamitananda, who, after being apprehended, went to prison for selling drugs. I knew him before this incident. He was approached by Abhishuddhananda a few years before this with an offer to run drugs from Mexico into the U.S. He told me about this as if this monk was insane. I knew that the monk wanted to exploit the weaknesses of this youth. He was a tranquil pot smoker who grew his own weed, somebody doing something considered taboo and outside the strict yogi system of Ananda Marga, but not dealing or harming anybody, and so the crooked monk thought he could be used in greater shemes. He confessed everything to me and I assured him that the monk was not a monk at all and that he had better stay clear of Shamitananda and Madhuvidyananda as well. Shamitanda and Madhuvidyananda later used this young man’s home as their work base. This man worked back and forth between Austin and St. Louis and had many houses full of hydroponic marijuana plants. It is curious that Shamitananda established a meditation center in St. Louis at this time. With what money one might ask? His LFT acolyte sometimes had so much cash that he did not know where to hide it.Also, I recently got some information about from the Monterrey Mexico police department about the murder of Gagan, the millionare president of Ananda Marga Mexico that was murdered 6 years ago. Why were there all of those frantic phone calls between some numbers in Denver Colorado with Gagan’s phone in Mexico? Shamitananda and his Bengali goons were arguing with Gagan about his will when he was murdered. Gagan wanted to change his will to leave his money to his family instead of The Path of Bliss. All of those thugs were based out of Denver, Colorado while they were living with the VSS (Very Stupid Soldiers) chief there. If I were an international detective I would certainly have some very strong clues to follow. Also, the day before Gagan was stabbed 65 times with a knife Shudhatmananda and another unidentified man in orange arrived at the Monterrey Jagrti, close to Gagan’s home. Curious conincience? One could also ask Kreepy and Darth Vindu about this scheme that they were involved with at the same time they were whoring around Mexico.
Some say that the Ananda Marga system does not function because of all of the criminality within their society. First of all, I would say that the Path of B.S. has nothing to do with Ananda Marga. Ananda Marga functions as it should and has it’s own defense mechanisms: those who transgress the fundamental principles are sent in a downward spiral very rapidly. Nature exposes them by manifesting their karmic reactions so as to tell humanity that they are imposters. Only those who follow the guru’s system will remain standing, the rest have already been sent to Hades to exercise their first and second chakras. People like Nabhaniilananda Monk Dude and his little buddies in North America who promote the CobraKiller as a great acharya are but slaves for Ravana, the serpent who abducted Sita in the Ramayana epic. The crimes of these acolytes of Shamitananda are no less destructive than those of Ravana, and that is why Ravana is the classic “mahapapii”, or “great sinner.” He is great in that regard because after abducting Sita in the guise of a sanyassi dressed in orange, so many people doubt the good intentions of all sanyassis. excerpt from: Light And Dark Tantra