I cant stand wine ceremonies.
My first one I cried and called long distance payphone outside the arena back to my home in tears. Men gross all nasty poor guys with no teeth were grabbing me. Where I came from everyone was beautiful and fit. Yelm was really scary. People told me I was crying because wine awakens you or drops your veils and what I was feeling was supposed to be freeing. I believed it. I thought the real me was a sad and depressed woman so let my ego free and get it out. Truth is I hated being there at my first event so far away from home and drunk.
I have not drunk anything in about 7 years prior. Ramtha made us all drink so much.
At another event I was yelled at because I was not drinking full goblet. I was frowned upon another time for bringing a champagne split. I was told to take reservatrol too to make my cells eternal. How science backs up another one of Ramthas claims. Red wine, even Jesus drinks it. Its supposed to be the spiritual drink to lead us into other dimensions. Then talk about paranoid stuff like the CIA and mother ships over us, spying on us...then get upa nd get freaky and dance. Then how everyone will kill you when TDTC comes. Then dance.
Then Ramtha leaves and its a cold arena with loud blaring music and people smoking pipes and 250 dollar capes that were sewn out of blanket.
Sorry, this probably belongs in another thread. I was just commenting on EX's post about bring your supplies. I remember first event seeing that written on the chalkboard outside the school when you are standing outside in line for 2 hours or so. It was explained to me that supplies means wine, and everyone whispered like it was so exciting. A wine ceremony! How ingenious.
I think RSE is probably creating a worse liability for itself by talking in code, ("bring your own supplies"), and tacitly ignoring the alcohol consumption by its guests. RSE should play the game and apply for a WSLCB license. It is only $180. http://liq.wa.gov/publications/licensin ... _sheet.pdf On the other hand, they might be worried that their proximity to the high school could be an issue if the high school objects and nukes the consumption of wine on the RSE campus altogether. I suppose the RSE's insurance bill could go up if their underwriter gets wind that booze is being consumed on the premise. But that's probably better than not being underwritten for that liability.
I guess the change of leadership moving, "Ramtha," to a life of sobriety didn't last long.
If I wasnt the only student who preferred the disciplines to seeing Ram, please speak up.
I would have back then, much rather sit for 24 hour candle focus then see Ramtha. Anyday.
I know many students who preferred to see Ramtha-- and wine events-- and spent the rest of their time in their trailers. Not me. Never.
I dreaded seeing Ramtha. All that smoke. Fear and nonsense.
I was filled with such a fear every time he looked my way. I was so bored all the time.
Like Jeff Knight says in his interview, the dreaded boredom of hearing Ramtha talk. Telling everyone I LOVE YOU like my alcoholic uncle does.
In the old videos and playback you could see me dancing, I always looked lost.
Dancing was never my thing either. I dont dance. I seen women and men that danced during all the breaks. All night all day music blaring. Once Greg Simmons taught every one a dance step and I thought oh my god this is so stupid. It was like the macarena or something.
Or the hours of dancing around on NEEWOLLAH, dressed up in costume. I was a roulette machine. I wore that costume, is that funny. I was so bored watching people line dance for the cameras for the international students.
Or the hours watching people write up these signs and hold them up to the camera for people back home in Russia or Pennsylvania.
Most of the time in the school seemed like waiting around. Waiting for JZ to show up. Or As Ramtha all drunk.
Or spend hour at the door hugging and kissing children and speaking cryptic messages to people and naming babies. Waste of time for everyone.
After meditating for hours lying down once, I sat up and stared at the poster of JZ profile, where her earlobe is sewn on too tight on her cheeks, and the realization hit me..none of this is real, Ramtha is no better than me. The power is in me or some thing. And in that moment, I saw it was all so beneath me. Then I reprogrammed myself. I had to do that alot to believe in anything they taught.
Answer: 12! One to hold the light bulb and 11 to drink wine until the room spins!
Only, it was by that time a very tired audience with almost no critical mind energy left. It was easy to drift into a semi-dream state while listening to St Germain or Helios or The Great Divine Director or Yadayadayada. Thousands would stagger back to their sleeping quarters at 2am and then try to be ready for 7 am sessions, etc. After 3-4 days of that I felt really "spiritual" .