Sunday, August 26, 2012

189. "Memories of a Cult from my childhood..."

This person's blog entry is a retread of the items one already finds on the web regarding Krishna Venta.  The only real items of interest in it, at least in my opinion are:
"They [Fountain members] used to show up in my little town every so often, elegant in white robes, and somewhat inelegant in the aroma that wafted from beneath those robes. They'd go door to door, asking for donations. My mother, soft-hearted and kindly woman that she was, always gave them a dollar or two, and then cautioned us children not to mention that to our father, who was less soft-hearted and tended to be unkind to crazy people coming to the door...I was all of 13 years old when that [the December 1958 explosion] happened, and it was the talk of the town for some time. We were not supposed to know about the philandery, of course, being so young, but we did."

For years now, I've been friends with a person who belonged to Krishna Venta's Fountain of the World for twenty years.  Their response to the above was, "What aroma came from under our robes? We showered normally all the time.  It's so amazing what people can say, isn't it?"