Mean Mr. Mustard
Eckankar is basically a mental institution without bars on the
It is a scrawny dog on a can in the supermarket that says: "Please
help me find a home"
It is a picture of Harold Klemp on a milk carton ---- lost
It is more like group "brainfreeze" whereby the members are suspended
upside down in a pool full of hog excrement trying to describe the
scent of an orchid.
It is a loveless, detached, confining, ego-boosting, ass-kissing
system of erasing any form of accountability in your mind and calling
Eckankar is Rich Smith driving down a road in Honolulu, seeing an
abandoned crying baby in a suitcase baking in the sun on the shoulder
of the road, and him deciding not to help it because after all....the
baby probably deserved it from a transgression in a previous life.
There are invisible phones in Eckankar but no one seems to be
I used to have an invisible phone number until Rich Smith brought it
to the internet. <GG>
Dial 1-800-MONEY4ECK and join up!!!!