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Namaste,
This rings true to me! The transvestites and transexual devotees,
believe fully that he is a hermaphrodite. Withdrawing male genitalia
is a common trick amongst martial arts and some yogis.
The neptune story rings true as well. It sounds like a young black
boy that sat next to me at the ashram. He had some association with
sb as well................ONS...Tony.
Succintly sb is a murderer, embezzler, juggler, conman and a
pederast. He also will molest adults as well. Let those that have
ears to hear take notice...........Tony.
--- In sathyasaibaba2@yahoogroups.com,
conscientiousobjector2000@y... wrote:
>
> "Neptune" And His Sexual Abuse Allegations Against Sathya Sai Baba
>
> The following is an amazing, and quite frankly unbelievable,
account
> related by an anonymous person using the pseudonym "Neptune".
Allegedly,
> "Neptune" was 15 years old at the time he made these allegations
against
> SSB. "Neptune" wrote these interview experiences on May 1st, 2000,
or 8
> months after the alleged interviews. It remains unclear why he
wrote
> these interview experiences down and who asked him to write them
down.
> Here are the interview experiences, as related by "Neptune"
(Please Be
> Advised, Graphic Language):
>
> ***********
>
> Interview # 1
> After he called me, I went on the verandah, and motioned to mom.
She
> came, & we sat down. After a while, I realized that Papa had not
> followed me. I got up and went back to look on the men's side. I
> examined the crowd, Baba even passed right in front of me as I
searched.
> I didn't see Papa. I quickly went back to the verandah & sat down.
> Swami came.
> "Where is your father?"- I couldn't find him. "GO!" (I went to look
> again. I stayed there as long as I could hoping Papa would see me
when I
> realized that people were soon going into the interview room, I
came
> back. Inside, a lady asked: ) Please, Baba, can I have a chair?
> (Baba went into the private, inner room) "Come here, boy." (I went
> inside and while gently pressing and rubbing on my groin with the
back
> of his hand, he said: "Here is the chair. Take one chair." (In the
outer
> room, he sat down.)
> "Where is your father?" I looked all over for him. (he glared at
me.)
> "Lazy. Lazy boy!" "And Mother?" - there. (to mom, asked: ) "How is
this
> boy? He is not studying well. Eating, (with hand motion) goes
round,
> round, round." (He got up, & gave me a long, fierce look.)
> "Don't do like this!" (He took the Italian group into the private
room.
> When finished with them, he said to mom: ) "come on." (I started
getting
> up.) "not you." (After less than a minute, they came out.) "Come
on this
> boy." (Inside, he took me into the corner.) "Look here, you are a
good
> boy. But, (pointing with his thumb to the other room) sometimes,
with
> her."
> "Sometimes you are not having good thoughts, good ideas. You don't
study
> well. Not good memory. I will give you good memory."(He started to
wave
> his hand in circles, and suddenly, - stopped. With apprehension I
> thought he had changed his mind. I was relieved when he continued
> waving. When he turned his hand up, there was nothing in his palm.
Then
> I saw his fingers shimmering. He was slippery rubbing them
together. )
> "Oil," he said. "Open." (He started lifting my shirt; I lifted it
up,
> thinking he wanted to rub it on my navel. Then, with his left
hand, [his
> right was full of oil.] he motioned downwards with his fingers. I
> understood. I untied my pants. He lifted my penis, put his fingers
at
> the base of it, and started rubbing the oil into me. It didn't
hurt, but
> he was making a motion as if he was pinching me there repeatedly
with
> his fingers.
> He stopped, and waved his hand again. I guess he made some more
oil. He
> resumed rubbing. With his other hand, he drew me close. He rubbed
some
> more, and drew me closer. I could hear him murmuring some things,
so I
> turned my ear towards him so I could catch what he was saying. He
again
> pulled me tighter towards him this time by the waist, until my
crotch
> was right by the side of his leg, and our chests were almost
touching. I
> had my chin on his right shoulder both arms around him, his hair
> touching the side of my face, the front of my pants down.
> It was so bizarre. I could now feel him pulling the base of my
penis
> back and forth. It felt kind of good. He finally let me go, and I
pulled
> my pants up.) (He looked at me and said: ) "Don't tell anyone.
Don't
> tell Mother. She worries. Tomorrow and the next day, I will give
> interview. I will give, (he traced his finger on my chest,) a
chain."
> Thursday September 23, 1999
> Interview # 2
> After asking me whether both of my parents were present, he took my
> letter and told me to GO. I waved to Papa and walked to the
verandah.
> Mom had seen me get up. She met me on the porch. Papa came and sat
next
> to me. When Baba arrived, he shook his hand at mom telling her to
go
> away. She was slow to leave.
> During the interview, while talking to Papa, he said about
Mom: "She is
> a good lady; a good devotee."
> He turned to me and asked: "What do you want?" - A chain. "A
chain? Or
> Swami?" - Swami! "Yes, (he pointed to his palm) what is here?" Your
> hand, Swami. "NO, what is here?" (I took my guess) - the
universe? "Is
> there nothing? Or everything?" Everything! "Good boy!" (he waved
his
> hand, a metal watch came tumbling out.)
> "See? Everything! What is the time?" (he looked at the clock)
> "Three-ten." (He set the watch, then pointed to my times
watch "this, no
> good! Plastic watch! Take it off." (he replaced it with his, on my
left
> wrist. It was way too big.) "Oh, small hand! Take off two links."
(He
> took Papa into the private room for a minute or so, then called
me. Papa
> left. As soon as we got inside, he pulled me close, gave me a big
hug,
> and started untying my pants. He dropped them to the ground, then
pulled
> my underwear below my butt. He grabbed my penis, and while hugging
me
> again, started masturbating the base of it. He kept repeating
> "Purification. Purification." I felt his other fingers grip around
my
> crack and pull me closer, uptight. I held him tight in return. He
turned
> his right cheek to me, I kissed it, with his prompting. He turned
his
> mouth towards me, I gave him my cheek. He turned my head and
kissed me
> on the mouth for a long time. When h stopped, I started to pull up
my
> pants. He made sure my shirt didn't get stuck in the knot, and
> straightened me out. He kept telling me: )
> "This is good chance; good chance; look, there are so many people
> outside. They all want to be here. It's your good
luck." "Sometimes you
> are wasting money. Sometimes mother doesn't give. There's no
income."
> (He waved his hand and out popped six 500 rupee bills. He counted
them
> [Rs. 3000]) "For food. Spend it. keep it inside. Inside! (I put it
in my
> wallet.) Don't tell anyone!" even Mother? "Mother you can tell."
And
> father? "not father." "I will give you good life, good future I
will
> keep you well, (he counted on his fingers) physically, mentally,
> financially. If you ever need money, .. Or dollars, come to me."
thank
> you, Swami! "Don't thank me. I am everything. See? (he pointed to
his
> palm) everything is here!" "I am Shivashakthi."
What? "Shivashakthi. I
> am Shakthi."
> (He took my hand and pressed it to his crotch. He moved it up and
down,
> side to side, there was absolutely nothing there.) "See? Nothing!
> Nothing!" (He let go of my hand and snapped his fingers, then
again took
> my hand.) "See? Now I am Shiva!" (this time, my fingers touched a
> penis.)
> "I will give Shivaroopa." What? "I will show shivaroopa." "take
> namaskar." (I went down and kissed his feet, then came up on my
knees.)
> "take it." (He lifted his robe up to his knees. I put my hand on
his
> knee.) "Sparshan!" (He pressed my head to his penis. I put my
cheek on
> it.) "Linganamaskar!" (I kissed it. He lifted his robe higher and
> higher. I first saw his nuts. They were very dark coloured. Then
his
> penis. I saw a drop of liquid on the tip; he wiped it off with his
> thumbnail.) "Take it!" (I held it. I kissed it. I could feel him
pushing
> on my mouth. It opened slightly. It slipped inside. He subtly
moved his
> hips back and forth enough times [7] that I lost count. He finally
took
> it out, and I got up. He kissed me on the mouth. He put his tongue
out.
> I just barely opened my lips, but kept my teeth clenched. It
slipped in
> between my lips and my teeth. I moved and he got saliva on my right
> cheek. We left the private room.)
> (He pointed to me steel bangle on my right arm.) "What is this?" I
got
> it in varanasi. Why do you wear this?"- I like it. "But swami
makes nice
> things. - in gold! You don't like swami's things?" Yes, I do! ( He
waved
> his hand, and there was a gold bracelet, with three identical
symbols on
> it. I started to take the bangle off. "no, don't take it off." (he
put
> the bracelet on me while saying: ) "Protection! Protection! This is
> trimurthi. (he pointed to each symbol) Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva." (he
again
> pointed to the bangle.) "See this one? It is cheap! You can get it
> anywhere. Even beggars wear it!" Should I take this one off,
Swami? "If
> you like it, you can keep it." [The bracelet he gave me is too
small. It
> leaves painful marks in my skin and I can't wear it.] (He took the
> Russian group inside; as they came out one by one, he stood by the
door.
> As a particular young man passed, Baba pressed and vibrated the
back of
> his hand on the man's groin, just as he did to me in the last
interview
> while I was getting the chair and twice in our interview of March
25,
> 1998 in Brindavan.)
> (after he sat down, he asked me: ) "What are you studying?" Home
school
> & correspondence. "Home school?" Yes, I'm learning with my father &
> mother. "School is better!" Which school, swami? "Any school. But
if
> you're good, (with a slow smile,) my school!" When, Swami? "Not
now, in
> June. "Where are you staying? The end of Samadhi road. "Outside?
Why not
> inside?" Um, because we found a place outside. "Outside is no
good. Why
> not inside?" Because we don't have your permission. "Do you need
swami's
> permission?"
> "I will give another interview with father and mother. Sit there,
on the
> path, every day."
> I certify that what I have written above is a truthful and accurate
> description of what happened in my two interviews with Sathya Sai
Baba
> on Sept. 20 and Sept. 23, 1999.
> May 1, 2000.
>
> ********************
>
> Since this testimony was made under the guise of anonymity, this
means
> that anyone could have faked or embellished this claim. Anyone! No
one
> can verify it. Some have tried to argue that "Neptune" was
underage when
> he wrote these accounts, and his name is being withheld for that
reason.
> However, Neptune was 15 in 1999. This would make Neptune 21 years
old
> now (2005). Why hasn't he come forward in the past 3 years to
> authenticate these allegations? It is entirely possible that a
> disgruntled Anti-SSB Activists wrote these anonymous accounts and
used
> the "underage" argument as an excuse for not giving a name. Anti-
SSB
> Activists have stated, on numerous occasions, that if Pro-Sai
Activists
> do not divulge their full names, they are faceless hypocrites and
> cowardly creatures. Despite their lukewarm lip-service to positive
> identification, Anti-SSB Activists see no problem referencing
anonymous
> people using half-witted pseudonyms such as "Neptune"!
> Another valid question arises: Did "Neptune" tell his parents? Why
> haven't we heard or seen anything from "Neptune's" parents? Alaya
Rahm's
> parents immediately took action and made every conceivable effort
to
> fight for their son (strangely enough, this letter was written
after the
> Rahm's dissociated themselves from SSB and the details eerily
resemble
> Alaya's testimonies). Yet, here, we have a unnamed person who was
told
> to write this letter and state at the end, "I certify that what I
have
> written above is a truthful and accurate description of what
happened in
> my two interviews with Sathya Sai Baba on Sept. 20 and Sept. 23,
1999".
> Of course, no one can "certify" a written account without a valid
> signature! There is no way to verify this account, and until it is
> verified, it is fake.
> Allegedly, Hari Sampath claimed he took these written letters to
the
> FBI, in Chicago Illinois, and wanted to file an official complaint
> against SSB using them. At:
http://www.snowcrest.net/sunrise/Q600.htm,
> Hari Sampath said, "Even when I met with the FBI, they went over
very
> single affidavit with a microscope (it took 4 hours), and asked all
> sorts of questions about the people who gave these statements and
were
> eventually convinced after asking every possible question that I
> answered. Although I gave the 15 year old boy's statement too and
> mentioned his name, I specifically mentioned that this person was
not
> willing to state that under his own name and as such it was not an
> affidavit, but only a reference. They said "it is useless".
> They were also quick to point out that if these notes by the 15
year old
> boy were made in September 1999 after interviews, at which time he
had
> no idea at all that he was going to be sending it out to everyone 8
> months later, then how come he had written "I certify what I had
written
> is true....etc" The FBI felt that it was a later addition or
perhaps the
> notes were rewritten much later, copied from elsewhere where they
were
> originally written, because at the time of writing these notes the
boy
> was still a devotee, as was his mother."
> Such being the case, this story is not only "useless", it falls
flat on
> its face. It is also important to mention that despite Hari Sampath
> taking this issue to the FBI, the parents of the boy did nothing
but
> send out anonymous letters to different Sai Centers. Surely, if the
> parents had taken this to the FBI themselves, along with the first-
hand
> testimony of their son, they could have had a much more efficacious
> impact than merely sending letters to different people in the Sai
> Organization, under the guise of anonymity.
> Anti-SSB Activists are more than willing to believe "Neptune" and
feel
> his alleged sexual abuse testimonies are honest and truthful.
However,
> when it comes to "Neptune's" account of SSB's miraculous ability to
> physically transform his genitalia, they completely ignore it. If
> "Neptune's" testimonies are honest and truthful, what he
experienced
> with SSB's genital transformation must also have been honest and
> truthful. If SSB has the miraculous ability to change his gender at
> will, his actions, no matter how "sexual", cannot be equated with
those
> of a normal human being. Since there have been numerous rumors of
> hermaphroditism and "penis turned vagina" stories, going back 30
years
> to Tal Brooke, it is entirely possible that "Neptune" fabricated
his
> experiences based on rumors. If he did not lie about these
experiences,
> then one is forced to venture into the prospect that SSB is beyond
> gender, and thus beyond perceived sexual desires. Consequently, we
are
> presented with the possiblities that either "Neptune" lied or SSB
has
> the miraculous ability to change his gender at will. Which scenario
> sounds more plausible?
>
>
> ----------
>
> http://www.saisathyasai.com/baba/Ex-Baba.com/Witnesses/neptune.html
>
>
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