
From here on I'm presenting the information in a very summarised form, the full version will be available in a book, it would just be too long for this web format otherwise. You can see how big a part the organisation and Rabolu played in it, even from this small snippet, it resembles a war.
In June 1994, a month after we had been given the go-ahead we arrived in Australia, we found a centre with a park close by, I would go there for walks most days to practice awareness and self-observation. We didn't have beds, but slept on the cushions that were used for meditation practices, every morning we would put away our bedclothes and it would look as though no one lived in the place, this freed up a room which we needed for the use of the centre.
The UK movement, true to form sent us a letter saying that we couldn't contact Rabolu directly, only through them, we knew this was against the established order of the Movement, so we sent this letter to Rabolu for clarification, he said we could contact him directly and that their actions smelt of dictatorship.
One night, I had an experience in which I was thrown into prison, I didn't react at all, nothing. This was the final check for the second initiation. In the physical world I had been through so many imprisonments of different kinds and had faced them without reacting. I learned how it was important to obey a higher authority, and to put my case without reacting or trying to force my way, accepting whatever came. It was that obedience that had allowed me to free myself from those who would trap me in their own ways.
There were a couple from El Salvador, already in Australia; they came to us with a letter from Rabolu saying that they should associate with us. They seemed friendly and keen enough at first, but it became clear that they were fanatics, and eventually his mood became darker, he wrote to all kinds of negative things about us to Rabolu, to try to get us expelled.
Rabolu eventually expelled Reynaldo’s brother Roberto and Reynaldo left the Movement.
I had an experience, I saw a grave, it was my own, it symbolised the inner death.
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The Rest of the First Mountain