Neptune Chapotin & Gypsie Chapotin
Chapotin Menu (click on a link to go to relevant section):
- Introduction To Gypsie Chapotin And Her Son Neptune Chapotin
- Gypsie Chapotin, Neptune Chapotin And Nipples
- Neptune's Birthday Bash With Goa Gil And Arieane
- Neptune Chapotin - The Genital-Switch Miracle & Sathya Sai Baba
- Neptune Chapotin - Neptune Unicycle - Neptune Designs: In Conclusion
Introduction To Gypsie Chapotin And Her Son Neptune Chapotin: 
Anti-Sai Activists love to drop names to people they allege are highly credible and who were well-respected within the Sai Organization. One of the names that Barry Pittard and Anti-Sai Activists love to drop is that of "Gypsie Chapotin". Needless to say, Gypsie Chapotin's real name (which has never been divulged by critics) is Virginie Marie Chapotin. Her son is Neptune R. Chapotin and her daughter is Nina Bleve Chapotin. Mysteriously enough, Virginie Marie Chapotin also used the names "Virginie Potin" and "Gypsie Potin". All references to Neptune (on Anti-Sai Websites) leave off his last name and only recently did Barry Pittard indirectly divulge that Neptune's last name is "Chapotin". Therefore, Neptune's alleged "testimony" is still anonymous (listing only his first name) on Anti-Sai websites.
Barry Pittard continually attempts to deceive others with misleading information that Gypsie Chapotin and Neptune Chapotin are highly credible individuals. I take difference with such claims. Purposely suppressed from the general public is that Gypsie Chapotin is a hippy (which might explain why she named her son "Neptune") who resides in the worst pedophile-infested, child/female-trafficking city in India, i.e., Goa (Refs: 01 - 02).
Gypsie also runs/ran the "Bazaar of India & Beyond" store in Laytonville, Mendocino County in Northern California (Refs: 01 - 02). Gypsie owned a home in Northern Sweden and also ran another store there selling goods from India in 2002. Neptune sells his artwork on various internet websites, uses the online names of "NeptuneUnicycle" and "NeptuneDesigns" and owns two domains:
- http://www.neptuneunicycle.com/
- http://www.neptunedesigns.org/
The following pictures are of Gypsie's well-known hippy "chai parties" at her residence in Anjuna Beach, Goa, India:
Gypsie Chapotin, Neptune Chapotin And Nipples:
Gypsie Chapotin shamelessly and unabashedly solicits herself in public pictures on the internet where she shows herself nude, bathing in hot springs with her legs spread apart and her bare breasts bobbing on the surface of the water with her nipples exposed:
Click Here For Large Image On Left - Click Here For Large Image On Right
Also purposely suppressed from the general public is Neptune's profile (under the name "NeptuneDesigns") on Tribe.net in which he belongs to a pornographic Nipple Fetish group (probably derived from his mother's bare-nipple escapades in hot springs):
Click Here To View Original Profile And How Neptune Belongs To A Nipple Fetish Group
Has The Page Changed? Click Here To View Archive
Neptune's Birthday Bash With Goa Gil And Arieane:
For Neptune's Birthday, Goa Gil and Arieane gave a performance on his behalf. The following picture is a poster that Neptune made in celebration of his birthday:
Who are Goa Gil and Arieane? They are tantric hippies who are known among the hippy population as Guru-figures who promote the psychedelic trance movement. They also posted nude and amusing images of themselves on their website (Refs: 01 - 02 - 03). Goa Gil has a section devoted to him on tribe.net (Reference). GoaGil claimed his divine purpose is to fuse music and yoga into one. You can even watch Goa Gil preach on youtube videos. Goa Gil said:
"We became so tantric that we even made partying a valid spiritual path. Although it really is nothing new, as every tribal group since the beginning of time has practiced this ancient ritual in order to go into trance and commune with the spirit. We have only redefined it for this age...so that there can be a direct transmission and another vision and vibration be known. Through the trance dance experience hopefully people will become more aware of themselves, their surroundings, the crossroads of humanity , and the needs of the planet... with that awareness comes understanding and compassion! That is the need of the hour and the true Goa spirit." (Reference)
Not only are Gypsie and Neptune part of the hippy brigade in Goa, they also are very much entwined with the hippy "psychedelic movement" that preaches free love, nudity, trances and altered states of consciousness induced through music, drugs, dance and spirituality.
Neptune Chapotin - The Genital-Switch Miracle & Sathya Sai Baba:
The following is an amazing (and quite frankly unbelievable) account related by "Neptune" (whose last name is purposely left off on Anti-Sai websites) about his alleged experiences with Sathya Sai Baba, which included a miraculous genital switch account. Neptune was 15 years old at the time he made his allegations against Sathya Sai Baba. Neptune wrote his alleged interview experiences on May 1st 2000 (8 months after his alleged interviews). It remains unclear why he wrote these interview experiences down and who asked him to write them down. Here are Neptune's alleged interview experiences:
(Please Be Advised, Graphic Language):
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.
Neptune Chapotin - Neptune Unicycle - Neptune Designs: In Conclusion:
Hari Sampath claimed he took Neptune's handwritten accounts to the FBI in Chicago Illinois and attempted to file an official complaint against Sathya Sai Baba through 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, Neptune's story is not only "useless", it falls flat on its face. It is also important to note that Gypsie Chapotin did absolutely nothing about her son's alleged abuse except send out anonymous letters to different Sai Centers. Gypsie Chapotin and Neptune Chapotin have not attempted to file a basic police complaint against Sathya Sai Baba in India (although they reside there much of the time). Is this the type of behavior one would expect from a parent of an abused child?
Anti-Sai Activists are more than willing to believe Neptune and his alleged sexual abuse testimonies. However, when it comes to Neptune's account of Sai Baba miraculously transforming his genitals from male to female and vice versa, they completely ignore it. If Neptune's story is honest and truthful, what he experienced with Sai Baba's genital transformation must also be honest and truthful. If Sathya Sai Baba 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 internet gossip and rumors he heard in India. If Neptune did not lie about these experiences, then one is forced to venture into the prospect that Sathya Sai Baba is beyond gender, and thus beyond perceived sexual desires. Consequently, we are presented with the possibilities that either Neptune lied or Sai Baba has the miraculous ability to change his gender at will. Which scenario sounds more plausible?
These are the type of individuals who Barry Pittard, Robert Priddy and Anti-Sai Activists solicit as being "highly credible". The more one learns about these alleged victims, the more one is left with a distinct impression that something smells very fishy. Not only do ex-devotees try very hard to suppress certain facts about Neptune and his mother (i.e., the morphing genital miracle claim, their hippy-backgrounds and their penchant for nudity and nipple fetishes), they carefully package Neptune's story in such a way that is misleading, deceptive and selective.