OOHH!!! Stumbled upon you all by accident!Let's see if I've got this right...Great mystical teachers with exotic Indian names (and some without Indian names) dispensate ancient techniques of breath control, sex depravation, twist the body like a pretzel. Sit still! Don't move! Don't think! Don't feel! Feel guilty about feeling too much! Control those pesky desires! All of them....UH... Except for god-realization. Right? That's a "NOBLE" desire! Yes! And in honor of that desire, and the desire for "spiritual" experiences, and liberation from this miserable gift-uh-I mean bondage of existence, we form these little and not so little organizations, so eager little devotees can line up like puppets for initiation to more advanced techniques to help create a more advanced escape from this pathetic little moment called NOW. (I just knew god was out there somewhere!)
And the beauty and simplicity of this moment, in all it's splendor as well as squalor, is buried by the little god which the ancient mystical teachers packaged for you. Now please go on fighting over techniques and results.