Bangkok: Raniere’s Companies Were Pyramid Schemes

These sexual partners of Chunkie were somehow convinced that he had the only good salami in all areas surrounding Clifford Pork. How miserably, damned insane is that? So for years there were festering jealousies and resentments disrupting everyone’s supposed good manners, spiritual understandings and frigging human “growth” potential. Supposedly these foolhardy disciples were advised by their Head Master-bater (and by his wing-women”) to overcome resentments and competitiveness, to evolve blah blah blah, to “wake up,” ram a lamb a ding dong.

So the enshrined Manwhore could torment more people upon more individualized, personal grounds, he had to trick them into blaming themselves for any adaptation problems engendered by coping with his dictatorship, as well as with Nancy Salzman’s Mother Teresa meets Mae West act. The dick, Raniere’s sad, weeping sausage, was supposed to be so Supreme, but even Diana Ross could’ve seen through Raniere’s bullshit.

Probably many whom Raniere has harmed continue to be in denial about this aspect of how Raniere consciously, deliberately got off on having himself be fought over, struggled over, suffered over and that this behavior is part and parcel of his very own, private set of mental, emotional and sexual disabilities. He shows such desperation to have a false sense of dominance, to feel that he could control others.

Who wants a fuck-around boy or girl for a partner or pretends that this is true love or spiritual expansiveness, some type of advancement? Even a jelly bean might say no thanks to this disgusting, stinky 5’8″ Casanova in his damned sneakers and pullover sweaters. But Raniere and Nancy Salzman reeled them in, shades of masochistic tendencies jamming up against a grifter, a soft-spoken and essentially cowardly sadist who lied through every orifice that he had, all of his equipment.

Raniere set his group up to accept and to endorse his very own “psychoses.” Blindsided. What he did was to engage his “victims” in blaming themselves for not being “advanced” enough to see that his choices and concepts were the answers to living, according to his purportedly advanced intelligence and his assholian , fake “spirituality.” Raniere got away with it, too, for a long time, until his criminality escalated beyond concealment. He had to be number one, and he had to deceive others and feel that he was getting away with it.

In my observation, Raniere began to feel this way when he was around six or seven years old and was unable to overcome these tendencies towards destructiveness. But also, I see evil as the ultimate manufestation of ignorance, a tremendous unconsciousness which can subsume people. Very much, we can and will find cures for this, but these cures aren’t pharmaceutical. The work is far deeper, to realign a mind, heart and spirit. This takes concentration, experience and receptivity. Even silence is needed, and not many have developed such aspects, even while studying for advanced degrees. The school of hard knocks is a more immediate and intense instructor, for those who are able to move through these decetivities intact. No final chapter is ever written, as life goes on, perhaps with much seemingly unsought pain, yeast life does go on, uninterrupted.

It interests me considerably, this unwillingness to delve into Raniere’s use of his sexuality to numb and to confuse the ones closest to him. A lot of his learned behavior appears to mirror his childhood experiences, I feel, with his mother, after Raniere’s father left them, to a large extent, on their own. The father couldn’t have been unaware of Keith’s mother’s own difficulties or dysfunctionalities, but possibly, he had had enough and wanted to move on, for his own sake.