But here we sit, three Yiddisher schmendricks, arguing
over the Eastern religions we've converted to (without
anyone proselytizing to us!).

Bottom line: It's all window dressing, isn't it?
Don't all the paths lead to God (or in my case,
Goddess)? Isn't the ultimate goal enlightenment?

-- Len/ Kalipadma

---Jews do have some of my favorite witticisms for others. A Yiddisher
Schmendrik. I couldn't have said it better. My sister once named a hamster of
mine Schmendrick. And another Princess Machebelli. That said, I was raised a
"Nothing." Never baptised or told what to think. The closest I ever got was
when I asked my father what the best thing in the world was and he said,
"Wisdom."

I did go to Catholic school for a couple years, and read the Bible cover to
cover, before switching to Crowley and Regardie, Anton LaVey, and other Western
Occultists. Then, oh well... I ramble... I guess of all systems I haven't
received diksha for or into I like Sri Vidya the best as I love Mahalakshmi. So
little time, so many great deities to stroke. I finally decided today that I
will make no other overtures to deities until I do 1,000,000 japs of Vajra Guru
mantra.

I once had this weird brain experience when I put on a whole strand of 28 one
muhki rudraksha beads where everything melted and left, and the wing of an
eagle, and right and the stop sign, and up and my eyeballs, and down and my ears
all melted and whatever was once sensible was melted into sameness. But so
what. Try explaining how ones eyes are the same as the pavement, or ones ears
are the same as your neighbors screaming at her husband.

It's quite possible that all the conversions going on are no different from
converted wheat flour. Where there's a market there's a prophet.

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