Reichstag Archipelago

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REICHSTAG  ARCHIPELAGO

 

 

PRELUDE

 

Lets get this straight before we go any further; I’m not about to donate blood for just any Australian. My intention is to cry out from the depths of my soul about any injustice that I can see with my own eyes. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth but I have been privileged in other ways. I have an open and big heart, ask any woman that I have per chance encountered on the by-ways of life. You’ll find in this story, and on these pages, a different story than you would otherwise have considered within your personal scope, don’t be perturbed its just a story, it isn’t real, for even fiction that we may take to be real is but an illusion.

 

I am a dream man – I am in your dream.

 

Justin  Dowell

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 1

 

‘Do you have the report?’

 

‘Yes, its right here.’

 

‘Well let’s see it. You maybe the State’s representative for Hawker but I need to know how you feel about this crisis.’

 

‘As the State’s representative for Hawker, I ask you, can we drop our guard and be co-operative on this.’

 

‘Well you undermined our candidate in the last election. You proclaimed an affiliation with my traditional partners, you proclaimed yourself to be Labour/Country and then you only carried on much as we would have done. Indeed, when I saw you speaking on the podium I actually thought it was me. You absolutely stole my policies, and yet you want to co-operate.’

 

‘Well you maybe the State’s representative for Burnside and as such very much ‘Eastern Suburbs,’ the traditional ruling class of Adelaide, but you must admit that my Party appeals to a wider scoop of the public, and that’s why we won Government.’

 

‘Don’t get snotty, just because you won, let’s get on with it.’

 

‘Very well, I’ll read the report to you. This was prepared by the State’s Ombudsman’s Office and therefore is not biased to either of our Party’s affiliations.’ -

 

‘Justin Dowel’ just Do-well to his followers was born in nineteen sixty-eight, that makes him thirty-two years of age at the present time.

He is a recognized Guru of the common people and has a radio programme once a week, Sundays at eight pm. He can call a meeting and produce fifty thousand followers within two days. He is the most popular man in this State and was born in the Brompton/Bowden area. He matriculated from Adelaide High School in nineteen eighty-six and received a national Grant to study Law at Adelaide University. Upon completing his Law Degree he was employed by the Federal Government as an under Secretary to the Federal Reserve Bank. He had ample time for independent study and made many friends in Canberra.

 

‘This is where it gets thick!’

 

He returned to Adelaide in two thousand and one and ran an independent financial/legal advice service. Only this year he applied for submission as a representative of the State Parliament representing himself with his own political party, the Progress Party. Their policies are egalitarian and include the platform of what he calls the ‘Great Promotion’ in which all members of this State will be promoted and otherwise elevated in their careers. He says that the underclass of marginalized people will be elevated into the working class, the lower middle working class shall become fully middle class professionals and the upper class, people like you and I, will be promoted nationally, with long term plans to promote all Australians once he enters Federal Politics.

 

‘Now this is off the record, its not in the Ombudsman’s report, its just what I have heard of him. He has an Internet site and blog, and conducts a private discussion night once a month. He is considered to be a sexual know-it-all by about five thousand Australians. And these aren’t just any Australians, they are highly placed feminists who know him intimately and are his guides spiritually.’

 

‘What do you mean spiritually?’

 

‘Well he’s a non-conformist and probably has more in common with the Buddhists or Hindus. Its totally strange but he claims he can instruct people just because of his own personal experience.’

 

‘This man is a grave threat to the stability of this State and I strongly advise that we find some way of dissuading him from entering State Politics.

 

‘I agree but what can we do, he is extremely popular and earnest in his intensions, now isn’t that a bit too much!’

 

‘Yes, well, what this report doesn’t say is that Justin Do-well is a sexually obsessed man, and a notorious seducer. Hold on to your daughters and even your wife for this man knows no bounds or inhibitions when it comes to satisfying his sexual desires.’

 

‘Oh! I didn’t know. I mean I wasn’t aware. Of course, one hears rumors but with a man of his integrity one wouldn’t expect those rumors to be true.’

 

‘Well we’ve got to get him out of our hair, he can upset the whole fabric of our State if he gets elected and our comfortable positions in this State will be put under question, there will be other people wanting our jobs and we will be forced to go Federal. So what is to become of us.’

 

‘There is some hope in this request I have received from an Indian Sect who have been following Justin’s career on the internet. Does that sound too strange?’

 

‘At first, but then we must try anything we can otherwise we will be lost and our futures uncertain. So what is it?’

 

‘Well it’s the Maharis Foundation, the international body representing one female Guru named Misji Maharis. Her Grand mother it was who founded a sect of feminists who are very pro-creative and otherwise advocating sexual diversity and an active instruction programme for its followers. This Sect grew to over a million members by nineteen sixty and then in nineteen eighty the original Misji was surplanted in the leadership by her Grand-daughter also known as Misji. She set up the Maharis Foundation that has since grown to over five million members, both men and women.

 

‘What matters is that the Maharis Foundation has been active in the community service field, notably in the nineteen eighty-four Bhopal industrial gas disaster, the Maharis Foundation provided full support and sexual relief to the victims.

‘What concerns them at the present time is a large multi-national, the Meyer Pharmaceutical Corporation. They are a German Company, the largest pharmaceutical company in the world and they have centers in India for the testing of medicines. The only thing is, they have no responsibility to the persons who act as guinea-pigs for their testings. And the Indian Government takes no responsibility. So these people who just want a bowl of rice a day and a bed for the night, often end up with life-long disabilities and are a burden to the Indian State.

 

‘The United Nations has been looking for a researcher, investigator to intervene at a high level and help to solve this problem for, as they say, the Meyer programme has influenced over five million people over the years. The Maharis Foundation want Justin to represent the United Nations, the Australian Federal Government, the Indian State of Madhya Pradesh and the Maharis Foundation, and are willing to provide total support for Justin. They want us as fellow Statesmen of Justin’s to persuade him, so that’s it, it would get him out of this country for the foreseeable future and leave us free to continue, business as usual.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 2

 

 

 

Gertrude Beckam sat in the office of her Burnside business establishment, a business consultancy firm, and waited for the arrival of Justin Do-well, the notorious. He entered, without knocking, at the appointed hour for their meeting.

 

‘Hi, I’m Justin, Justin Dowel at your service as I hope in my heart you will deem it worthy of yourself to be at my service.’

 

‘Well that depends, of course, your fame has spread even to the Eastern Suburbs, and you may have been born on the wrong side of the tracks but I still welcome you here today as being willing to consider an offer that has come to my attention only recently.’

 

‘Of course, I will be only too glad to consider any offers you choose to place before me and, may I add, I can be of service in any other way you desire,’ Justin stroked his thigh and gave Gertrude a wink and smile that could have been reserved for a true friend.

 

Justin’s whole universe receded rapidly into the past as he discreetly blinked his long eyelashes.

 

Gertrude unnerved, but unhurriedly continued, ‘I have received a letter from an Internationally respected Indian Organization as well as two recommendations from respected personages of this State of South Australia imploring you to represent them, the United Nations and the Australian Government in some investigative research concerning a large German Pharmaceuticals Company.

 

‘I can give you all the details later,’ she, Gertrude, was now unnerved even more as Justin stroked his crotch and looked at her as if she were the most desired woman ever to fall under his observance. She coughed and placed a clenched fist in front of her mouth, it had been years now since her husband had taken the time to love her, really love her. And she was feeling the strain.

 

Justin rose and stepped around to her side of the desk, he knew a frustrated woman when he met one, even after only a minute. Letting his longish hair flop down onto her raised head he kissed her strong and hard, his tongue entered her open mouth and toyed playfully with her tongue, and she awoke.

 

Gertrude responded, this man knew what her deepest desires were and she knew, he could satisfy her body’s longing for that private touch, that intimate caring that her own husband had denied her. Within moments Justin had her beneath him on the desktop as he penetrated his way into her private and tender heart, beating so all could hear, that had an ear.

 

 

. ..

 

 

‘I accept,’ said Justin Dowell, ‘I will represent, and fulfill any obligation that is within my ability and scope, the Maharis Foundation. I will be the official manager of the whole affair from the U.N. down to the Australian Federal Government and even though it hurts to have to desert the honorable members of the State of South Australia I feel a greater calling, where millions of poor Indians are being exploited by the unscrupulous power of the Meyer Pharmaceuticals Corporation.’ He shook the trembling hand of Gertrude Beckam and exited the Burnside Office building.

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 3

 

 

Justin was not feeling unworthy of the challenge put  before him, he only looked forward to those maidens, Indians, of whatever age who could only add to his experience of the female condition and prove to him what he already knew to be true, all people were one people caught in the swim of survival and well able to face its pounding waves.

 

He had known life on the backstreets of Bowden and Brompton, the poorest suburb of Adelaide. He had known its street fights and he had prowled those streets in the hot evenings looking for sex, from the girls and women of the area who knew him and welcomed him.

 

Later he had seen that area developed as a ‘yuppie’ zone to be resided in by young married couples who wanted cheap rents whilst having easy access to the City and saving for their first home. They had renamed it, ‘West Adelaide’ and its new apartment blocks and renovated old houses attracted the younger generation of the nineties through to the present.

 

Justin had been fortunate for his single Mother had worked in whatever capacity her aching body and mind allowed, for a long time as a lap-dancer at Crazy Horse Night Club, to provide him with a strong public school education at Adelaide High. He had been brighter, or more competitive than most and thereby gained a strong result in his Matriculation year. He then attended Adelaide University Law School.

 

An acquaintance of his from these years, he had been suspicious of, as he had pretended that Justin was in some way indebted to him just for being in his presence. This man would have willingly claimed, as his natural right a free pass to the Crazy Horse Night Club, as well as subjugated himself to the apparent subservience of Justin’s Mother, and stuffed a fifty-dollar bill into the suspendered stocking of her thigh. He could not stand such persons as long-term friends.

 

That year of graduation he had applied to the Federal Government for a position in the Public Service in Canberra, he had seen an advert in the Government Gazette in the State Library. He had been accepted and after only one year’s service he had been promoted to the position of Under-Secretary to the Federal Reserve Bank. He had ample time during the next five years to study in the best Libraries in the nation as well as to meet personally some of the politicians and senior Public Servants who were to be his role models.

 

There were some fundamental problems that he had to face. One of these was the question of ‘Good verses Evil’ within himself. He saw a redundancy, in that, choosing good as an alternative to evil he would become a slave to the binary concept of

‘good verses evil,’ and this Justin could not accept, he could only accept total freedom, for this was the rule of the streets where he was raised.‘

 

At this time Justin reviewed certain of his studies at the National University of Canberra where he had ample time and ample resources to pursue his every whim and intellectual interest. He had been informed after a discussion with a prominent Canberra feminist, that he was, presuming to be Pelagian, and he had followed this up with his studies at that Library. There he had learnt of the wonder of Pelagian thought, a Theologian who had lived in the fifth century, although his relevance and truth was only being realized in these secular times.

 

Basically he liked the Pelagian view of the importance of a human’s freedom, and the lack of necessity to choose between good and evil. He discovered also at this time his pre-deliction for Pelagian strolls in his garden with like-minded individuals who usually were to become members of his proposed Progress Party, during which time he enlightened them to the fact of existence of his belief in male feminism and his confirmed belief as a modern day Pelagianist.

 

Justin had discovered a humanistic tendency that had been unrealized within himself and so began public speaking to all who would listen as he formulated what was to become the platform of his, ‘Progress Party,’ and he hadn’t looked back, until this moment.

 

. . .

 

 

Justin took off from Adelaide Airport in this year of nineteen ninety-nine to meet with the Management of Meyer Pharmaceutical Corporation in downtown Frankfort. He had all the authentication he needed, letters from the Federal Minister for Health and also the Federal Minister for Foreign Affairs. He had in his possession the letter from the Director of the World Health Organization and this was all he was prepared to present as his introduction to the management of this, the greatest Pharmaceutical Corporation of all of history and definitely the only one allowed to get away with the abuses of human rights that they were perpetuating within present day India.

It was not his first trip overseas. He had been on an eight-day holiday to Tasmania during his final year at Adelaide University. Funny now that he thought of it, he had gone with four lonely women, and he had done his best to entertain them, sleeping on alternate nights with each of them. Oh, he was young but already he had memories.

 

He felt he was ready to take on whatever the World would shove in his way as an excuse. He took with him a feeling of equality amongst human beings that would not be thwaughted, would not be subdued or bribed out of proportion to the sufferings he felt he would have to confront only three months from that moment.

 

To him it was all the same moment, from when he was impregnating some female, he cared not who, to the moment when he could right some wrong abroad in the world, that would only require of him that he stand upon it like on a diving board and propel himself to crush out any injustice that confronted him and so achieve an equal satisfaction by merely writing a report exposing to all, the actual circumstances involved in such injustice.

 

If it was merely a matter of some means verses ends equation one had to be sure that no-one was exploited, that they who suffered for the betterment of science would be rewarded, would be cared for, and if the multi-national company could not be forced to be provisional then the Indian Government had to, in its various means and forms.

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 4

 

 

Although it had been a hot day when Justin had left Adelaide on that flight to Frankfort, he hadn’t noticed. The plane had been a little cooler but it was of no concern to him. It was only when they set down in Frankfort that he realized that he was not adequately clothed, he had brought no winter clothing with him, such lack of forethought was one of his character traits, he often was unprepared for some personal circumstance, and it was now, stepping down from the jet that he realized his mistake. Sure it was cool in the airport lounge where he ordered and drank a coffee, as he watched the snow fall outside the nearby window. Not only this but there was some storm in motion; he shuddered to think of going out in this weather.

 

Then he hailed a taxi and getting in with just one small piece of hand luggage, asked to be taken to the best men’s clothing store in Frankfort. He rushed in, in his shirtsleeves into the entrance of the shop and snapped up a corduroy shirt and trousers, and a jumper, as well as a leather jacket. His expense account was huge, he could afford the best.

 

 

. . .

 

Justin strode into the foyer of Heindrich Towers in downtown Frankfort on the fourteenth of January two thousand, for a preliminary interview with the Meyer Corporation Indian Expert. Albert Schmit was the one who greeted him after a short wait in the reception area on the thirtieth floor.

 

‘Well, its so nice to see you. I’ve heard so much about you, after all it is our business to know to whom we will be involved with, Please have a seat, and you can call me Al.’

 

‘Nice to meet you,’ replied Justin, ‘but perhaps you won’t be pleased to reveal to me what I’m wanting to be knowing.’

 

‘On the contrary I’m only here to satisfy your every question and provide for you an adequate explanation for our activities in India.’

 

Justin had seated himself in the large armchair facing Albert and turned his handsome face to that man with every intention of thoghrouly roasting him if he did not supply adequate reply to Justin’s enquiries.

 

‘We have this affair about the Meyer Corporation testing their products on the poor of India, and as I am led to believe there is not adequate provision for those who are forced through economic necessity to participate in your experiments. And I remind you, this has been going on for at least fifty years with millions of people not receiving compensation for their suffering. So what defense has the Meyer Corporation, and don’t tell me its all for the best or that science must progress no matter the human cost?’

 

‘Its this way, let me take some time to explain. The Meyer Company was just one man Hubert Meyer, that was one hundred years ago. He had one small pharmacy where he invented new remedies for his patients. This would not be allowed to happen these days. But, never the less several of his concoctions were very successful and he set up a production company to produce and market these nationally. When this was a success he continued to invent further remedies, which were also distributed nationally and eventually under patent were to be sold everywhere on the planet until this day.

 

‘Between then and now this man Hubert Meyer, the former of the first company had a large family who followed in his footsteps becoming pharmacists and inventors of many new medications that were sold internationally under license. Then his grandson Wilfred Meyer set up the Meyer Corporation in nineteen eighty and went on the public stock market which increased the finances available five fold and allowed for the establishment of our own factories in most countries of the world and the buying up of many other medical patents that were duly manufactured and marketed.

 

 

‘Today, the Meyer Corporation is the largest pharmaceutical company on the planet and require for the benefit of humanity that their thousands of yearly produced products be tested. These poor people of India are doing humanity a great service and if they only knew it, they receive not only their food provisions and clothes but the very best of vitamins, minerals and all medical needs, and when they re-enter Indian society they have received a rudimentary education in the language of their choice and have been instructed in various crafts which would allow for their future benefit.

 

‘We are not uncaring, Justin, we are in fact the first to give amply to these poor unfortunate creatures and do not expect to have to apologize for allowing these persons to re-establish themselves in Greater India where they belong.

 

By this time Justin was feeling just a little – qualmish.

 

‘As I believe that you intend to inspect some of our establishments in India let me say that they are extensive and in every place in India. Our medical research centers have been named as a network – ‘The Reichstag Archipelago’ and we, the Corporation do not see ourselves as merely a German multi-national but having a responsibility to the Human Rights Standards of the European Union.

 

‘So you see Justin, there is really no point in being so concerned as to investigate this company or our practices, or hold us up to some standard which is that of less advanced nations as represented by the United Nations. You, in your country and in every country on the planet receive the benefit of our research so really what’s the point of going to India and poking your nose into the very necessary procedures that are required for your own health and happiness.

 

‘The Meyer Corporation would rather fund your political ambitions within Australia, and as we have been informed of the political platform you intended to introduce before accepting this, misguided snooping, we would promise our full support should you so choose at this juncture to return to Australia and resume your political activities.

 

‘So what’s it going to be, Justin are we friends or will you be the cause of trouble to our grand and noble plan that can only benefit all of humanity and not just a few underprivileged and historically insignificant no-bodies.’

 

‘Fair go!’ said Justin as he rose from his easy chair and beamed down upon this smug Manager who received a salary that yearly could support whole generations in all their needs for as long as they wished to take a bribe to say nothing about their friends and neighbors who needed just a little food to stop the pain of their suffering lives.

 

‘I haven’t been to India. I haven’t seen with my own eyes what is going on there but perhaps when I do you won’t feel so comfortable as you sit in your air-conditioned office and go home in your Mercedes to your air-conditioned mansion. When you say that it’s European Standards of Human Rights that you stand for these are not the standards of three quarters of humanity. As I see it Europeans have lived in a privileged and undeserved world in the last century. They get to a certain level and say that’s good enough for them but the rest of the world, the majority are human and you seem to forget that fact.

 

‘People out there are just like your parents, or your brother or sister, and they deserve the same respect.

 

‘If you have nothing to hide in your network of ‘Reichstag Archipelagos’ I will personally send my apology to you. If, on the other hand there is any unnecessary suffering due to the practices of your research then there will be re-percussions, the world will not stand by and let such a large Corporation act irresponsibly. I will write a report when I have all the evidence and then your fate will be as the powers decide, for you are not a law unto yourself, I, Justin, am watching you.’

 

‘That short visit,’ thought Justin, as he descended into the winter blizzard that greeted him in the face, ‘is all I will ever see of the European wing of the Meyer Corporation, and how much will it cost my sponsors for me to have been so privileged. I hate to think!

 

‘And I have yet to see that entity the ‘Reichstag Archipelago’ in the far reaches of this planet where no European eye can see and therefore be made aware of what I am about to see.’

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 5

 

 

Justin’s jet arrived in Bhopal, Madhya Pradesh central India three months later. It was the middle of the night and all was darkness, there were no streetlights at that time of day. He felt a cool breeze upon his cheek as he stepped into the taxi. He was soon at his five-star Hotel, funny how he was being treated like royalty, business class on the plane and now this. He soon drifted off into the sleep of babes, and he dreamt of babes, young Indian girls who strutted before him with their own sense of allurement.

He awoke cheerful and chirpy, with a whistle and a calm feeling that though what he may see here in the coming weeks may phase him, he was still Justin of Adelaide and could always return there where his friends and family would be concerned about his happiness and welfare.

 

Now, as he walked the streets of Bhopal he recalled the info sheets he had read on the plane. This was the Capital named Bhopal in Madhya Pradesh, more people lived here than almost the whole of Australia. Until this very year it had been the largest State in India. Another State had absorbed more territories and thus become the biggest. But that didn’t alter the fact that this was perhaps the most stunning thing he would see in his entire life.

 

The activity everywhere in the streets of Bhopal reminded him by contrast of the blankness he had felt on the rest of his flight from Frankfort. Perhaps he just wanted to screen out what his expectations were itching for him to think of. Of the sufferings he would undoubtedly see here, in Madhya Pradesh, and he did not want to face it, not then, perhaps not ever.

 

As he saw the people of every age, and especially children, he was not aware that any of them looked at all hungry or under-nourished. The younger women however, especially the ones who wore Western clothes, fascinated and attracted him. He was reminded of his own sister Jennifer, who was only two years older than himself. He recalled how Jennifer had paraded naked in their shared bedroom, laughing all the while. And then there was his Mother who would frequently get about the house naked from the waist up, on the hotter summer days. Of course this had all been when he was still quite young, and yet, seeing these young Indian girls brought the memory back and made him feel more alert and connected with these people who otherwise seemed oblivious of him.

 

After a while a few children began to follow him and some sometimes held out their hands and said something in some Indian dialect. He became tired of it all after a few hours, it was just too much to be pleasant about, as people seemed to be rushing in every direction and the sheer volume of traffic was overpowering his sense of comprehension.

 

He waited until the next day before visiting the office, temple, of the Maharis Foundation. It was a very old building with cloisters and an overgrown garden of huge trees, their branches hung down to the ground and large flowered shrubs pushed up to join them. He was shown into a lounge cum office where a middle-aged woman in a Sari sat on a large lounge as she operated a lap-top computer. She introduced herself as being, Misji Maharis the leader of the Maharis Foundation. He introduced himself and was asked to sit near to her while she ordered some tea.

 

We immediately got down to business, there was no talk at that point of the Maharis Foundation or the delights I could expect from the Sect.

 

‘The Meyer Pharmaceutical Corporation has an establishment on the out skirts of Bhopal. We know it is one of at least twenty in India. They were all built in the last ten years, and have every modern facility and convenience, they are identical.

 

‘It is not so much what happens to our people while they are in this, research center, but when they leave. For there is no provision or insurance to cover any physical or mental damage in the way of side affects that may cause permanent disabilities.

 

Justin asked, ‘Could I ask you for a written statement of the various disabling effects attendance at one of those centers may incur.’

 

 

‘Of course we can track down clients and note their disabilities and there are inmates who suffer whilst they are yet within the center, so we can also get a report from them. Usually visitors to their research center are not allowed to be even relatives and as a period of between two and three months is required of clients they are for the most part out-of-bounds to our approaches. The staff, of course are very tight-lipped being as they are, sworn to secrecy. Its not something we normally like to consider, only when one of them comes to us and begs for some kind of relief from their sufferings.

 

So you see, its not easy for us to gather information about practices within their establishments, but you have permission, a special allowance to go in there and ask any questions that you may feel are relevant. Also by observing clients inside, and afterwards, you will be able to see that what we say is not unfounded, when human rules of decency are broken it takes an outsider to come in and point out what’s what. That’s why we asked you to come here and investigate and because the Maharis Foundation is Internationally respected your Government and indeed the United Nations has chosen you, like we have, to conduct this investigation and show to the world at large that even a multi-national company that claims to be doing so much good can in many respects be wrong.

 

‘So its up to you to report as honestly as you can and then in Heaven you will receive your great reward.’

 

The next day Misji Maharis introduced me to an extremely tall Indian man of about her own age. He was taller than any Australian I had ever seen and possibly one of the tallest men in the world. A while later a temple girl had told me that when this man had become a devotee and then a servant of Misji, the upper door frames had been risen to accommodate his height. His name was Ramdan Rahmaprutra and he was to be my personal guide and assistant for my whole time in Bhopal.

 

It was Ramdan who took me, in a four wheel drive vehicle, the only one that could accommodate his long legs and even longer body, rather than the usual Mercedes and chauffeur that Misji had provided for my every transport, to the complex of the Meyer Pharmaceuticals Research Center, the next morning. He said he would translate any comments by clients that I was wanting to be aware of.

I questioned him about his perfect English expression and he said that Misji would explain later, but he had been taught by the Sect and could speak four languages, Hindi, German, Arabic and English. I was extremely impressed.

 

As we entered the gates I had only to say my name to a guard who repeated it into an intercom system and the gates were allowed to open. The complex itself was of low standing buildings connected by sheltered walkways. In the landscaped grounds were many people just idly wondering or walking under the walkways. There were to be seen men and women wearing proper clothing as I considered that, rather than what people wore in the streets of Bhopal.

 

I stepped lightly out of the vehicle and so did Ramdan, and we entered the main foyer of the complex. After presenting my credentials to a receptionist we were instructed to wait on the plush armchairs and to gaze upon the paintings of, I supposed, famous German Expressionist painters. We waited a full hour and then when I questioned the reception person she said that she was sorry, she had forgotten to notify the officer concerned with our case, so we sat for another hour and stared at the paintings that seemed so out of place in this country.

 

After another hour’s waiting an official introduced himself as a doctor of the complex who would guide us around the areas that were available for inspection, other areas were not available for inspection, and I believed that something was being concealed.

 

We walked, myself and Ramdan, along endless corridors and saw endless wards, and clients in rooms, by the hundred. At times we walked out of one building onto a sheltered walkway and into another building, just the same. Endless rooms, endless clients, I lost count. There were rooms for TV, rooms for eight-ball and rooms for table tennis. Also some rooms we were informed were engaged in other, types of exercise such as Yoga or Meditation. In one area we saw a light flickering at a windowed door, we were informed that this was a cinema that screened only Bollywood Films, the client’s favorite.

 

I was told that the staff was totally German and spoke only German or English. There was an interpreter for every ward who could speak Hindi and either German or English. The cleanliness of this establishment was comparable to any such institution in Australia and it seemed to be organized in a thoroughly professional manner.

 

As things seemed if all of the ‘Reichstag Archipelago’ complexes were so competent and well organized there would be no problem with my approval, but as I was passing the door to a side ward a client burst out of the swinging doors seemingly out of control. He was almost unrecognizable as a human, so grotesque a form of being I could never have imagined. It was horrific to see this person, writhing in touching distance from us, like a piece of jelly that had been shaken out of its wits.

 

I questioned the Doctor, while standing back in horror at the sight of this poor soul, all twisted and writhing in every possible way. The Doctor said that the client was suffering from the side effect of muscle seizure and it may take several days before an antidote medication went into effect. Well, Justin was shocked beyond words and as the Doctor dragged him away he asked if this reaction was prevalent or not. The Doctor replied that some tests and with some clients it could not be avoided but the staff in Europe were working on an antidote that could effect the client almost instantly by an injection. The whole thing sickened Justin, to think that there was perhaps one ward filled with such unfortunate creatures who were hardly recognizable as human beings.

 

Other than that instance Justin merely noted that most clients of that complex appeared to be sedated and otherwise not aware of what was happening around them, certainly not capable of having a normal conversation with any other client. The sheer size of the complex was a worry, did the Company require such a huge amount of testing, and what of the unsuccessful testings, and the side effects that he had seen evidence of, what of this!

 

‘This’, he said for along his travels, along the corridors, he had personally witnessed people, not your high brow people with their dispassionate clip-boards and white coats, noting the evidence of their necessary experiments, but actual human beings slumped against the walls or otherwise totally collapsed on the floors. There were untold numbers, mere numbers, drooling and dribbling out of wide open mouths, some of them with compulsively darting eyes or otherwise transfixed with their vision out of the corner of their eye, and many were shaking, shivering and otherwise undergoing an attack of involuntary tremor that caused their whole head or just their jaw to jump and thereby convey their submission to this inhuman fate, a fate sickening to see, and one that would be completely reported.

 

And this was not all, in the days that followed, Justin would not say, for he still recalled, one Albert Schmit who preferred that Justin called him Al, as he spoiled himself in his plush armchair and sprouted off about the great benefits to humanity of his Corporations researches. Honestly, was he real or was this real, what he had just seen with his own eyes and heard the wimperings, as someone cried out for some relief from this, the fate that no Albert could in his wildest dreams contemplate. The absolute barberousness of it all, the shocking lack of responsibility if these human beings were turned out into the streets of Bhopal and left to suffer the after affects of physical and mental torture.

 

It was all to degrading for Justin, it would take years to recover his former carefree self, a self he was accustomed to and had a right to assume as continuing into the future without this great burden, now of grave concern.

 

Justin had been too astounded by the experience to ask any questions, and have Ramdan translate for him some bazaar question such as, are you in pain, do you suffer, when it was obvious that this was the case and him asking could do nothing to relieve the fact of his alienation of one sole human being from his very self, his very soul.

 

Oh! The spirit suffers, but he hadn’t realized how much and if only Australians knew what he had to experience, the next time they took some type of medication maybe they would say, I don’t want anyone to suffer, as I may do, but if they do please let them receive a just reward.

 

He had a tendency to want to escape, he wanted to think of his friends in Australia, his high school friends, his University associates, and all those respectable persons he had had acquaintanceship of in Canberra, all his days flashed before him, but all he could remember was Gertrude Beckam, the last recipient of his sperm, and how she had been inspired in an instant of gratitude to bring him to life again with her mouth so that he could penetrate her once again, tenderly. Then he thought of her popping a sleeping tablet and not being aware of the suffering that had gone into producing it, he could blame no one except that multi-national and if not them then the Indian Government who seemed impervious to the injustices of their own people. It couldn’t happen in Australia, no one could stand it, with themself or another, it would not be tolerated.

 

What could Justin do about the incongruous fact of the existence of the ‘Reichstag Archipelago?’ He could write his report after receiving more information from the Corporation about its practices and future concerns, He could do this at least, but yet he felt there must be something within his powers that he could do to alleviate the sufferings of they, the clients who because of an inadequate welfare system in India were subject to the ignoble fate of being victims of the world’s powers, who he knew were too prone to exploit, too uncaring and lacking in a full sense of their responsibility towards other people, though they be foreign in their beliefs, they should be never-the-less human.

 

What did happen to European Humanism, as he had been instructed about in his Matriculation studies of European History? Was the world forgetting the advancements that had been made so many hundreds of years ago, were they too tied up with their own concerns that they could not see that each and every human being was equal, not just Frenchmen, or Germans or in fact the English, but in fact all of human kind, our greatest resource.

 

 

 

CHAPTER 6

 

 

The following day he had an interview with Misji Maharis the matriarch of the Maharis Foundation whom he was totally curious about.

 

As they sipped tea in the dim and early morning light, for she started the days as they became light and was ready for conversations or business by eight o’clock, she began to outline some of the history of the Maharis Foundation and how it inter-related with her own family’s history.

 

The actual inspiration for the Maharist Sect was her great grand mother, Idris. She it was who set out the basic scheme for the operation of the Sect. One factor was to be an attention to International Languages, so even today in the major cities there were colleges that taught ten of the world’s major languages and also in thousands of smaller cities, of under one million, there were language schools that taught up to five major languages, and this was all operated by the Maharis Foundation.

 

Actually, she went on to say, it was her grand mother who was respected and worshipped as a deity, a Goddess. In the central Temple only the best and most expensive incense was burnt, and this Temple was considered in such a way as a Cathedral would be considered. There were only five Maharis Temples in India but there were thousands of Ashrams. The major belief was basically Buddhist preparing devotees for enlightenment through such practices as Yoga and Meditation. Although there were over five million members of the Maharis Foundation there were only about one thousand devotees, these being considered, as advanced along the path of enlightenment, and able to instruct members in the finer principles of the spirit or of, for example, sexual matters.

 

There had been some very wealthy members of the Sect and they, some of them when they died, left or gave large fortunes to the Sect. In some respects the Sect resembled Hinduism, in that, it held to some belief in re-incarnation though not to animals, it was the case that human souls were inherited from a father to the male children or from the mother to the female children. In this way a simultaneous spirit existed particularly in the family structures of devotees and thus the faith could be transmitted from one generation to another by spiritual transference.

 

So far, thought Justin, it seemed plausible and not too far fetched. He perhaps considered introducing some of these ideas into his blog and just see what the comments would be.

 

Then Misji continued for a short while relating how her name was considered as sacred by her own mother and grand mother and only Idris, her great grand mother realized this would be so and instructed always that all female offspring, within that family, should be named Misji, for she of her family perceived that they would be the most sacred of the Sect. The female devotees were instructed to have one baby every year, so the Ashrams were always overflowing with children while their mothers either learnt or taught an alternative world language.

It was all very reasonable as many women liked having lots of children and as a mutual support group the Sect could be relied upon to be in everyway a constant source of inspiration and physical abidance. The men of the membership seemed only to supply money and have sex although the actual male devotees were more committed to disciplinary practices such as Yoga and Meditation.

 

The Maharis Foundation seemed quite functionable to Justin providing as it did a means of satisfying one of humanities and indeed his own desires, the need for sexual encounters on a regular and of an intense nature.

 

Several days later Misji introduced Justin to a completely new revelation. Justin’s own mother was and is a member of the Maharis Foundation. She had met a male devotee, of British origin travelling in Australia forty two years ago, and she had immediately became a member, refusing to become a devotee but still holding a privileged position within the Foundation in Australia. This explained Justin’s mother’s practice of Yoga and Meditation and certain Indian artifacts that had been around the house as Justin had been growing up.  To Justin it seemed quite logical and affirmed to him the rather unusual way his own life had developed and had been shaped, but it was not allowed that he should know his father at this time even though Misji did not rule out the likelihood that there may be some future introduction between him and his father.

 

Justin walked out into the garden of the Temple of the Spiritual Ordination of the Maharis Sect. What greeted him was unexpected, and he was astounded to see perhaps thirty birds greeting him on this fine mid-morning. They were some kind of grey chested, black finches with yellow markings, and their singing to him was so sweet and chirpy that he took it as an omen that all would be well with him, in every respect, in life as in love, all of nature would be with him.

 

The following evening Justin met Dysha, a devotee with, according to Ramdan, heaps of sexual experience. She was about Justin’s own age, forty or so, and already was the mother of fifteen children.

 

I had seen the Temple girls, some devotees, swishing to and fro within this extensive building wearing saris and also with thin muslin face coverings which hung from their ears and provided a shielded view of their noses, mouths and chins, All Justin could see was their big, dark eyes flashing in the dim light as the incense filled every room with a very pleasant smelling haze. Dysha was exquisite, tall, and had dark moon tinged glowing skin. She took Justin straight into a small lounge off the central prayer area where they spoke of many things, but mainly she described her offspring. Dysha and Justin were to meet regularly, every evening and at times merely contemplated each other’s faces or bodies. They drank a stimulating herbal tea and passed pleasant hours listening to recorded Indian music and often making love. Dysha instructed Justin in an ancient sexual practice known as the, Kundalini, it is so sublime it cannot be explained here.

 

Dysha could speak Hindi, of course, but also English and two other Indian dialects. At one stage he offered her money but she said devotees would not receive payment. He insisted, she insisted, saying that donations could be made to the Foundation.

 

The Maharis Sect had no conception of marriage in the Western sense, either between heterosexual couples or with same sex couples. They maintained that all people were the same, required equal respect, and were not to be singled out for special attachments or preferences. A man or woman walking into a Maharis Ashram was to be accorded the same service as was shared amongst devotees, and although a devotee could provide another more pleasure they were not to be preferred in any way. There were many homosexual or lesbian sexual desires satisfied within the Ashrams of the Maharis Sect and this was not considered in any way unusual or odd. Their hearts, it seemed, knew no bounds as they went about their dayly chores and service provisioning. It was all so free that Justin felt that perhaps, just perhaps, he could take on board this Sect and integrate its philosophy into his monthly sessions when he returned to Australia.

 

 

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Misji one day, three months into his stay in Madhya Pradesh, gave Justin a list of eighty five former clients of the ‘Reichstag Archipelago’ in Bhopal. These were just persons who had been recent clients and were suffering debilitating side effects from participating in the medical testing programs of the Meyer Corporation. Almost all of them had at some stage during their time in the Bhopal center suffered from muscle seizure although there were no long-term effects of this. Justin recalled the sighting of the client he had viewed within the testing complex and how the Corporation had not allowed him to inspect some wards. To put an end to this wide spread suffering Justin recommended in his report that all testings using the drug that caused these muscle seizures be discontinued, never to be used again.

 

Most of the eighty-five former clients suffered mental illnesses ranging from depression to schizophrenia, post-traumatic stress syndrome and also long term disorientation from their families and were unable to cope with the demands of normal living. Justin recommended in the writing of his report that the Meyer Corporation be advised to pay these and all suffering former clients compensation. A rough figure of the number of such former clients was estimated and a payment sum of up to five million US dollars had to be provided as a dole fund as was required for these person’s maintenance and rehabilitation. He also recommended that a formal contract be drawn up guaranteeing that the Corporation would provide adequate support for all clients who had disabling after-effects.

 

On June the eighth, two thousand, as Justin dispatched his report to the United Nations he was not optimistic that the Meyer Corporation would comply. A few days later he received confirmation of reception of the report by the World Health Organization. It was a month later, on the eighth of July, when Justin was informed by the WHO that the Meyer Corporation would not comply in any way, claiming that there was no criminal activity involved and there was no law in India that could force them to do what the WHO advised.

 

Justin was incensed and went into a deep phase of contemplation about what the next step should be. During this time-out phase that lasted for one week Justin consulted with Misji each morning and though their sessions were comforting they were not reassuring of any solution.

 

On the fifteenth of July Justin had made his decision to get tough with the Meyer Corporation, all through legal channels. He asked Misji if the Maharis Foundation had influence with the Supreme Court of the Union of India, and the next day she informed him that the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court was a Maharis member, as were many other high ranking Court Officials.

 

Next Justin devised a to-do list, and at the top he put – contact UN re participation of all Asian Nations in legal action against the Meyer Corporation. He advised the UN and such Organizations as the South East Asian Treaty Organization to assess the amount of tax paid over a ten year period by the Corporation, to each country. Then he checked some precedents of Indian Corporate Law regarding liability rulings and also taxation practices, on the internet. For him this was a straight forward procedure.

 

He then tried to get more information from the Meyer Corporation as to numbers of clients over a ten year period. He did this on the Internet and received no reply. He proceeded to telephone them and found that a secretary to the Director was telling him plainly, that he was not ever to contact the Corporation again and no communication from then on would be permitted. He realized he would have to rely on his friends and associates and only the ‘big stick’ would do for there to be a revision and change in the Corporation’s attitude.

 

On the thirtieth of June he received a reply email from the UN with an attachment. It stated that fifteen countries in the Greater Asian area had agreed to support the humanitarian cause of opposing the Meyer Corporation in India. They would have the information he required as soon as they had checked with their Taxation Departments. China, Japan and South Korea had refused to participate. The Union of India itself was one of the countries that agreed to supply taxation details concerning the Corporation, as was Australia.

 

The Madhya Pradesh central Government had promised to help in everyway. Justin requested much information about the costs of having a Doctor act as a Government Inspector on a permanent full-time basis. Also he enquired as to the cost of setting up a Government Clinic where clients from the ‘Reichstag Archipelago’ could go for a full medical check up including the services of a full-time psychiatrist. It was to be a center where former clients could go to receive treatment for their disabilities. He required as well a detailed account of long term treatment costs including various kinds of rehabilitation.

 

All these accounting costs were supplied to Justin before another month had passed, it was now the twenty second of August.

 

 

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A day before it happened Justin had a relaxing day. He took a break from legal research and letter writing, discussions with Misji about his strategy and timetable, and just how they wanted to change the ‘Reichstag Archipelago’, yes, he had told her about that appellation in all its grotesquery.

 

Whilst Dysha danced for him, and him alone, Ramdan played the Indian flute and a temple drummer tapped his tablas. It was wonderful and it lasted a whole afternoon. Dysha seemed never to tier and it just went on in a seeming foreverness.

 

Upon the morrow he was informed that Abhra cloud Singh the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of all India Union had ordered the Meyer Corporation to represent itself in a court session the following day. Justin had been in correspondence with him and had presented him with his outline for the procedures and charges that would be asked of the Meyer Corporation. The Union of India was going to take charge of the situation, provided the Meyer Corporation agreed to pay a lump sum of fifty million US dollars and sign an agreement to continue with tax surcharges offered to it by the Indian Government.

 

Justin met Abhra on the steps of the Supreme Court where he had been waiting. They shook hands and greeted like old friends, for they were allies united against the common foe, the Meyer Corporation.

 

Abhra presented in court arguments against the Corporation in accordance with Justin’s guidelines, however Justin was surprised when Abhra announced the charge in American dollars against the Corporation. It was not his mere fifty million but a thumping, hefty seventy five million in US dollars and he didn’t even flinch. Justin thought it was perhaps a little steep but then again they had it coming, almost fifty years doing their experiments and only now being called to order.

 

The Chief Justice, Abhra stressed the role of the fifteen other Asian countries who would double their taxation on the sale of Meyer products if the Corporation did not conform. It was magnificent.

 

Justin said that the Meyer Corporation had better ‘play ball otherwise they would be the fly in the soup’. That’s what Justin told Misji afterwards; actually the Judge said that, under the ordinances of the sovereign nation of the Union of India, and it having every right to protect its citizens, they must comply.

 

The Meyer lawyers, there were five, at first sat stock still seemingly stunned. Then their leader stood and said that the Meyer Corporation would lodge a protest. He claimed that there had been an institution of a prosecution before the constitution of an offense and since the Meyer Corporation had enjoyed a relative tax exemption up until that time, he said it would be necessary for the Indian Union to institute a proceeding before any case could be legally binding on the Meyer Corporation.

 

Then Abhra, said that if the Meyer Corporation wished to contest it would have to contend with the Company Law Board as in the Supreme Court the contention of the appellant would not be accepted. He went on to say that there had been unfair trade practices due to inadequate liability but the legal position of the Union of India had now been instituted formally as law.

 

The Meyer lawyer then said that there should be rectification of charges that used the word, ‘liability’ as this was against the Corporate Law Act of nineteen fifty four.

 

Then Abra replied that the contention was over ruled in consideration of restatement of Corporate Law case in question, that of the Meyer Corporation Vs the Union of India. He continued that if the Corporation’s lawyers continued to contest he would revoke the Company’s patents in accord with the Patents Act of nineteen seventy. He pointed out that if the Corporation had not paid the seventy five million US dollars within one month, and the fifteen countries instituted tax surcharges the Meyer Corporation would loose three billion in profits over a ten year period in the Asian theatre of their business. There would be enforcement of the Anti-Competitive Agreement whereby the Union of India would now compete by application of the Corporate Tax Liability Code in this year of two thousand. As a foreign Tax Award it will now be controlled by the Union of India. - Abhra rose and quickly exited the court room.

 

 

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Speaking with Misji the day after the Supreme Court Ruling I learnt the facts of the situation. It had been Abhra himself who having been made aware of the situation as regards the ‘Reichstag Archipelago’ over a number of years, he had himself inspected their Research Center outside of Bhopal and he had been horrified as I had been. It was he who had asked Misji and the Maharis Foundation if they could help him oppose the Meyer Corporation. He knew that no Indian lawyer would stand up to the Corporation so he asked her to find a ‘hot shot’ international lawyer, to help solve this problem. He was so humble, so modest; he had not even mentioned this fact to me. I merely thought that the Indian people in general, caught up in their belief in a profound humility were, compared to Australians or indeed Americans I had met, not able to claim their rights against such mullti-national entities as the Meyer Corporation. It took someone from outside to act against such entities, where they, the Indian lawyers, although the basic information was there for all to see on the Internet, were too humble and had in this regard, too much humility.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 7

 

 

And this was the way it went for the next two months, I met Dysha in the evenings and Misji in the mornings. That morning after seeing Dysha the night before Misji sat poised on her big lounge chair as she told me this story –

During my life especially my sexual life I had met many women and also quite young girls, she seemed to know me very well. She then said that many of these women had been and still are members of the Maharis Foundation and they had been advised by the ministry of the Sect, a select group of devotees that were taught the ways of guidance in informal relationships, that they should teach him lessons about not only the Kama Sutra but also the ancient art of sexual practices of Taoist origin from China.

 

Many women in Canberra that he had known, she didn’t want to name anyone, were instructed to provide me with the art of seduction so that he would find fulfillment with all females and not only Maharis members. He was amazed and asked why he had been selected from all his fellow Australians to be worthy of that honor. And she replied that it was just to prepare him for this destiny of investigating the Meyer Corporation that had been needing to be resolved for generations.

 

He was not too dumb to notice her allure and the fact of her respect to him, the little man who had arisen from the slum suburbs of Brompton and Bowden and who’s only Mother had been a lowly lap-dancer.

 

She fell silent and he realized that she was stroking her thigh and then so unconsciously brushing her hand across her breasts and gently raising them in her palms. He thought he recognized these techniques of seduction that he had so often used himself, although he could not of course caress his non-existent breasts, but he would have caressed his crouch, which he proceeded to do in response to her obvious movements that aroused herself as much as him.

 

It wasn’t long and they were kissing and the way she kissed he couldn’t believe, sort of rolling his tongue around and gently stroking it with her tongue. Then with heated touching of their intimate and even most private parts they commenced to tumble upon the floor where he entered her and gave her the very best of his manhood. At a certain point he had to slow down and clutch her bottom in his two hands, squeezing.

Then he continued more slowly now and let her catch up so that they both released their tension at the same time and rolled over on their backs to rest, panting and gently caressing each other.

 

On a following morning Misji told Justin that many of the most famous women on the planet were Maharis Sect members even progressing to the Devotee stage but Western women would not commit because they didn’t want to have a baby every year. So although they were fully experienced and quite enlightened they remained only members who provided special services and were to some extent guided by the true Devotees.

 

Another thing Misji told me at a later session of instruction was that the Maharis Foundation had a large section of its Bhopal Language College devoted to teaching translations into one or more of the ten major world languages. This was only at Bhopal and catered for the most part to staffs of Bollywood Studios who would then translate Indian Films into major languages and this was often just sub-titles rather than with the spoken word.

 

The Maharis Foundation was growing in my estimation from being some obscure Indian Sect, although with so many members, into a major force in the current world. If one were to look its presence clearly in the face then one could not fail but be impressed with its power, especially with women.

 

The Maharis belief system was a mixture of Buddhism, Hinduism, Taoism, and more modern philosophic views such as those espoused by Mahatma Gandi. There was a huge future for the Maharis Foundation and Sect, for with each Devotee having as many as twenty children in their life the growth in committed members was sure to be felt in many ways.

 

The Maharis Foundation had no official political view, although Misji was herself a great democrat, this was left up to individual members and Devotees.

 

Besides the International Language school which was the largest private language school in the world, teaching so many languages and having an extremely high standard, also many famous writers had leant at Maharist schools . Besides this there were schools for dance and singing as well as a music school. It was actually one of the largest private cultural organizations of the world and had become the backbone of mainstream popular culture, and religious leaders and important Civil Servants such as Diplomats had benefited.  Upon the world stage were many graduates of the various Maharist schools and training programmes who represented India and were to a significant extent responsible for its advancement.

 

Any Westerner could be excused for thinking that the Maharis Sect was just some obscure feminist cult but when you look at the size and affect it was having it was seen as a truly astounding system of the modern world and a force that did much good for its adherents and people in general.

 

On one occasion, it was the festival of the full moon with full day fasting, parades in the streets, and music dancing and feasting in the night, Misji told him that –

‘one good man with a good education and strong Maharist principals is worth a million lesser men.’ Perhaps, he thought, she was referring to him.

 

Justin attended several dance sessions that had been arranged for his eyes and his eyes alone. At the first he was greeted by the sight of extremely young, perhaps they were between twelve and sixteen, daughters of Devotees that were already advanced in the practices of the Sect as well as a second language besides Hindi. They, about six of them, danced with their saris twirling like some erotic Dervish who was allowed out for the day. They twirled, they dived, they swirled, and they exchanged places and ever so gently touched hands, as the more sophisticated recorded music of Maharis musicians played involvingly on the loud speakers. The Sitar strummed rather rhythmically, harmoniously and with due regard for the Tablas, or drums, which progressed through the piece with modern beats and breaks creating without a sense of anarchy a modern interpretation of the traditional tunes of Central India.

 

Another day he had been greeted to the sight of, again in a private observance, older women of perhaps forty or fifty years as they swirled and twirled and dived amongst themselves while the music played and practically sent him into a trance as he observed the rising and falling of their ample breasts.

 

One day Justin invited Dysha to pick-nick with him on the Upper Lake of Bhopal City. It was to be just him and her, and she would personally supervise the gathering of provisions. However, Ramdan, who was to drive us there in his four wheel drive, had other ideas. And as we set off there were three vehicles packed to the brim with happy, laughing Indian people, all Devotees to the Maharis Sect.

 

In the first vehicle was Ramdan driving, and in the back seat Dysha and myself, with our provisions in a back compartment. In the two other vehicles were young girls dressed in their finest glittering Saris and laughing all the way. The third car also contained two musicians, a Sitar player and a Tabla player, who that very day would provide to the air and our ears the gentle outflowing of their experienced expertise in the playing of these instruments.

 

We arrived by mid-day and set up on the Lakes edge, the edge in fact of the Upper Lake nearby to Bhopal. Then commenced a wondrous entertainment with the musicians playing at their fullest expression and the dancing girls swirling and diving, and twirling and soaring in a state of trance as they merged with the glorious sounds.

 

Dysha and Justin that day consummated their love without obligation for she was only obliged to the Maharis Sect and I had enough of the world’s obligations to keep me out of trouble. As the music sounded, under the shade of the ancient trees and all around they were screened from view by large flowering shrubs with only the view of the Upper Lake of Bhopal before them, they consumed the delicacies so finely spiced and pleasant at every bite and drank some wine that had been produced in Southern India, and tasted of honey and herb, and pleasured themselves with the sight of the dancing girls in a circle around them, and then they made long and slow love. This was love born in Heaven and raised with tender care, to satisfy, to assuage, and to consume totally.

 

There had been no greater pleasure or respect to his person until that time although he had known many women and often young girls, this was the pinnacle of it all, the final consummation, and reward for him for just being an honest bloke who actually cared. He didn’t consider himself as exceptional, however the lengths to which these Devotees were willing to go left him in awe. And thenceforth he swore he would give them his soul-felt commitment if not actual membership.

 

At one point whilst large white birds swooped down over the lake to part-take of their lunch of fish, Ramdan appeared with a Ganja pipe for the smoking of Marijuana, it was an Arabic type of ornamental pipe with two tubes and ivory mouth-pieces for Justin and Dysha to draw on. It was, after a few moments a cause of excruciating pleasure while the air filled with the lingering fumes of the burnt Ganja she and he drifted on a wave of bliss into the twilight of that exquisite location.

 

Everyday Justin brought Dysha bouquets of freshly cut flowers and samples of Indian sweets. He had surreptitiously enquired of her as to what flowers she liked, and what sweets were to her taste. She was pleased but gave him no special regard as to her being especially attached to him other than their discussions about her offspring, who she considered to be of one soul with her, and this was in accord with Maharis philosophy. She also spoke about the operations and practices of the Maharis Sect.

 

 On another occasion Ramdan introduced Justin to a member of the Maharis Sect, a graduate of one of their language Collages, who could fluently speak, Russian, German, English and Hindi. She explained that she was an employee of the Meyer Corporation, one of many Maharis members so employed as interpreters. She said that Meyer staff only spoke German or in some cases also English and thus required interpretive services.

 

She went on to say that clients of the Research Centers were the poorest of the Indian people who only wanted to be forgotten and not to suffer. They were hired for a period of approximately two to three months and were released whatever their physical or mental condition after that time. She added that most of these poor people could neither read nor write. Many of them, as much as, fifty per-cent would suffer from the effects of trial testing of medications for the rest of their lives and were often a burden to their families. The Indian Government had taken no special responsibility for their condition. They, in many cases became a long term weight on Indian society, though they be human like us all. She was very humanitarian in her appraisal of these person’s plight.

 

On one particularly hot day I sat with Dysha in a lounge area of the Temple and she told me this story that affirmed her faith in the Maharis Sect and further encouraged her to excel in her devotions –

Dysha’s own daughter, her third daughter, whose name was Abha was one to recall from somewhere in her young soul particular words that Dysha only later connected with her own Mother, Abha’s Grandmother. They were pet words that her Mother often said, the names of people she cared about, or place names or, even the names of birds or plants. Abha’s recall of these words was mysterious and seemed to bare out the Maharist teachings.

 

A year later in Abha’s life she began to have visions, she could describe buildings, large trees or monuments. She described an Ashram with a pale-yellow tiled roof, two large Banyan trees nearby and a monument to one of the Hindu spirits of the rivers. Then she went on to describe some furniture, a large hand carved cabinet, a red tapestry covered lounge and a huge red armchair. Also she said, she could see in her mind’s eye an Arabic carpet, red with yellow flowers.

 

All this seemed so familiar to Dysha as being the area where she had been as a child and her Mother’s house with the furniture exactly described, and the unmistakable colorings of the Arabic carpet. One day Dysha took Abha to the suburb on the other side of Bhopal where she had grown up. There Dysha and Abha saw all the things, the buildings and trees, that Abha had described in detail, there on the monument was a bird, the Dudhraj, just as Abha had said. And there behind the two Banyan trees was Kamala Park, just as Abha had pictured in her vivid mind, and further more, in the distance the Lower Lake with birds swooping down to its glistening surface. Then they had entered the house where Dysha was born, and the people who lived there let them gaze upon the red lounge, the huge red armchair and the red carpet with the yellow flowers.

 

All this was proof to Dysha that the spirit of her Mother had entered the body of her daughter, it was reincarnation, Maharis style. It took some time for Dysha to tell him all this, and all the while Justin’s head was in her lap as she gently stroked his hair. It had all been very mystical and totally puzzling for Justin, as he contemplated this on later occasions of reflective inspiration.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 8

 

 

By the time of his departure date Justin had been living in Greater India, Madhya Pradesh and Bhopal for five months. He had been absorbed into this swirling mass of human struggle, the struggle for survival. He was aware that India was awakening, India was in a state of transition to the developed economy of its destiny. As he walked the streets of Bhopal he knew he would never lose a sense of the unity of humanity that he had found here in the vast cultural diversity of Madhya Pradesh. He was saying goodbye and he was taking with him an expanded view of human nature and his own origins. He had been made aware of his destiny and he felt enriched in every way.

 

Even at this point he felt a feeling of disjuncture, that he could never leave behind the better part of himself, that he had discovered here in India. In other words he believed that he would return, and fulfill his true fate.

 

He said goodbye to everyone he had met and promised to honor his conception of the Maharis Foundation. He strode up the walk-way to the entrance of the jet that would take him back, back to Australia where another destiny awaited him, he wished that it could be a destiny of his own choosing.

 

He was not prepared for what he met on his arrival at Adelaide Airport. Although he had informed associates of his Progress Party, some friends, and Gertrude Beckam, he didn’t expect to be greeted by ten thousand people at the airport and then going along Anzac Highway from the airport to the CBD he saw the road lined with well wishers. Surely the Maharis Foundation members in Adelaide and indeed Misji had been at work to alert everyone that he had returned, and would soon assume a position of leadership in this, his community.

 

In the following weeks he tried to get back into the swing of things, he extended his hour long weekly radio broadcast to two hours. Whereas before he had only given a speech or lecture for the full hour, now he engaged in debate for the first hour with approved advocates, and in the second hour he answered the questions of his public on any subject that they chose to raise.

 

He couldn’t get back into public speaking about his political aspirations, it was all too distant and the issues no longer seemed clear to him. He wrote to Misji on the Internet and she said not to worry, there would be an answer. His supporters who believed in his policy of the, ‘Great Promotion’ for all Australians urged him to contest in Federal Parliament in the next election, but he was not inspired to enter the Federal arena.

 

Taking a little time out on a cool afternoon in the Rundle Mall Justin checked out a leading pharmacy. Here he saw what he was looking for, a whole stand of Meyer Corporation Pharmaceutical products. He scanned the shelves and found all kinds of useful and sometimes rare products. Two of these rare products were a memory enhancer called Memory Boost, recommended for students, it was made of synthesized Siberian Ginsing, and a product that guaranteed to increase one’s mental capacity by one hundred percent. He wondered what testing had been conducted to produce these products and what, the human cost.

 

He saw Gertrude Beckam several times and they had made passionate and torrid love in hotel rooms. But, all this seemed unreal, somehow beside the point of his spiritual concern which was still embedded in the Maharist Sect and its Devotees.

 

A number of important and prominent persons had urged him to contest the next Federal election and thereby be able to take all Australians onwards to the further advancement of their material concerns, but he felt a stirring spiritual desire to turn in upon himself and then project a new spiritual conception of himself onto the theatres of cultural significance in the world of his experience.

 

At this stage he was approached by one of his most earnest supporters, Nigel ‘Jock’ Bulwar. It was Nigel who everyone called Jock, the son of Scottish immigrants after the Second World War, who proposed that he could take the Progress Party into Federal politics in the next election, and thereby leave Justin free to pursue his concerns and be involved with the local State scene in South Australia.

 

Justin considered this plan as positive although he was not enthused with taking on the local ruling class with all its small country town mentality. However he agreed with Jock and so it was to be that Justin was left free to involve himself with the local scene. He found after some time that he was more committed to Maharist beliefs rather than to his political concerns, and so he joined the Maharist Foundation of Australia with every intention of becoming a Devotee.

 

What flowed from this he hadn’t foreseen, but not long after this he was contacted by the Governor General’s Department in Canberra, the Department of Foreign Affairs wanted him to be the most important official in their relation with India, a diplomat, in charge of Australia’s foreign association with India, the Ambassador to the Union of India.

 

This was too much to pass by, and Justin accepted. He was given one year to receive instruction in Indian Affairs and then he was to fly to New Delhi, India, to take up his position.

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 9

 

 

As an afterthought and progressing many years into the future, in fact on Justin’s eightieth birthday, when there were celebrations at the Bhopal Maharist Temple, Misji who was very old, took him aside and announced, -

‘At this point in our lives it is appropriate to inform you of the life you have brought into the world. Maharist members and Devotees have kept a record of the number of children that you have been a cause of giving life to. You have had twelve Australian offspring and sixty eight Indian offspring, eighty in all. Bess you!’

 


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