Cooper Keeps 'Em Krack(i)ed Out
File under: Satscams and Gurus Clockin' Dollars
Austin, Texas-based William Cooper is still slanging the Kracki. Unfortunately for him, he appears to be using his own product, because lately, he's convinced he's psychokinetically breaking coffee mugs with the awesome power of his mind.
His latest missive contains the usual anecdotes of his followers' pseudo-spiritual misadventures. And whaddaya know, they now believe they can psychokinetically affect matter as well. It's just one of the ways he keeps 'em on the "pipe" (and keeps that money pipeline open to the big boss, the Bhagavan Kalki in India):
...Regarding 'energy' -- I thought you might be entertained to learn that even my restaurant is experiencing new vibrations -- solid Libby glasses are sliding across guest tables by themselves; even leaning on their sides without falling over... doors hinged open are snapping shut -- emails are multiplying by five when I send them once -- I do not understand all of this stuff yet -- I am just grateful to be on this journey and part of the oneness -- blessings your way and many thanks...and...
...I understand your mugs exploding -- I have had spells of my radar detector going off in different melodies for an hour at a time while driving along barren country roads (this was after my first session with Gabriella; the weekend I met you both at Jo's) -- and then during my session with Gabriella on Sunday, the mantra kept repeating even though Gabriella had it set the stereo for all CD's to play...That sure is some good shit being pushed by Cooper. It's called ridiculous-assertion-that-confirms-my-teacher's-nonsense-so-that-he'll-be-impressed-with-my-spiritual-"success". In other words, kids trying to impress "daddy" for his pats on the back. Cooper's doing it for the same reason, only he gets his pats from the big daddy, the fauxvatar Bhagavan Kalki.
That's a part of what spirituality is for these folk, the hunt for self-acceptance by way of the positive mirroring of the guru. All the big time players exploit this phenomenon to populate their satsangs. And some, like the Kracki and his various deeksha scamming minions, squeeze it for every last drop of cash and adulation they can get.
It appears that Freddy Nielsen's defection was just a dead armadillo on the road under the Kracki's 18-wheeler, which is still screaming down the freeway turning minds to mush in his rush to stay rich. It just goes to show there's a sucker born every minute. And apparently in Texas... there's ten.