So what's all this hooha about a piece of cheesecake and a cup of coffee? (btw both were thoroughly enjoyed - especially the baked New York Cheesecake).
Well, its a well researched fact that when you stress a population of rats they become absolutely neurotic about food. Its the same with people. When we become stressed in a really stressful world, food often becomes the object of our neurotic attempts to control stress, and distress. After all it is probably the one very personal activity that we have control over! What we eat, what we don't eat and when we do and don't eat and who we choose to eat it with or not, as the case may be. And the beautiful thing is that we can control our diet in endless ways. Which means that when the goal of eternal bliss isn't actually met you can always 'perfect' and continually change our diet.
So along comes a pineapple king. In this case Serge Benhayon: the pineapple king of Goonellabah. So the pineapple king exploits that neurotic impulse by designing an entire neurotic list of good and evil foods (sorry, fiery and pranic foods). So it really mines the super-egoistic drive underpinning the neurosis - am I a good girl/boy or a bad girl/boy and should I be punished or loved and is it really mummy's and daddy's fault that I'm this way? The sheer pranic genius of this particular pineapple king is that he's confabulated a holy and unholy board game of snakes and ladders all around food. Each food has its own numerical score. Up you go if you eat boiled carrot soup for breakfast and down the snake you slide if its a turnip.
Just when the players feel like they're beginning to master the original snake and ladder food game, the pineapple king has a craving for lamb, and suddenly the rules are changed. Up you go if you eat a piece of lamb and down you go if its a poor old Angus. Better still, like all good neurotic endeavors there is no final resolution - because the Pineapple King just keeps on 'impressing' new rules to the game. This includes rules that are impossible to predict. Such as, its not holy enough to be eating that sugar free, dairy free, gluten free cake, if all the while you're desiring something that actually tastes like baked New York cheesecake. Because the pineapple king will know that the pranic energy is the same and it is 'thus' 'embedded' in the fiery cake...down the snake you go! Which is just as well because it means that no one can be as holy as the pineapple king from Goonellabah. The suffering and struggling with evil is the point of neurotic impulse in the cult anyway. Its the point of difference between the holy and the unholy. No walls necessary for this cult.
Which is a nice segue on to the next point. The pineapple king is always preaching that the body is a marker for the soul. No truer word could be said for this cult. The neurotic obsession with good and evil food results in a neurotic obsession with the way people LOOK and what they talk about. This is the marker for who is in and who is out, who is good and who is evil. This is the reason why players non-stop brag or guiltily confess what they eat and also who they eat what with. So there's absolutely no need for secret handshakes, armbands, walls, crosses or any other physical sign, because players are immediately identifiable by their extremely low BMI, pallid complexions, lank thinning hair, lined faces, sunken eyes and bright red lipstick. In other words, they are very very thin. Everyone else just looks normal. Of course the really special players do need extra identification. Hence they need to resort to not just thinness or golden triangle pendants, but now secret, secret pendant symbols. (But its not a cult).
Of course this prescribed neurosis around eating means that the players are kept separate from 'normal unholy' folk eating evil foods. Hence they don't normally eat with the unenlightened and potentially evil others (that's us cheesecake eaters), but if they do it becomes a point of super-egotistic superiority. Again food is a marker for who is in and who is out. Who is good, better and bad. No walls necessary. This is a world-wide cult without walls, as long as when we get up at 2AM we all have our carrot soup, and message each other that we've just had carrot soup and not cheesecake for breakfast.
Finally, given that our whole society endlessly objectifies the worth of women in terms of their looks and their excessive underweight, and what they eat and when they eat and how often. It is 'thus' not surprising that the pineapple king from Goonelabah has made many, many millions by exploiting and reinforcing these insecurities, particularly among the dominant white educated middle class. Nor is it therefore a surprise that over 80% of the players are women. Similarly, it is equally unsurprising, that the pineapple king has exploited women's ill health, by making additional millions and millions in his snakes and ladders game. The pineapple king's endless talk about honoring women is just smoke and mirrors. It serves to camouflage the millions he has made perpetuating the same symbolic violence on women where thinness of the body is the only measure of a women's worth.
So what's all this business about cheesecake and coffee? Its about millions and millions in the pineapple king's pocket, by perpetuating and preying on misogynistic values deeply embedded in our society, and embodied in the insecurities of women. All hail the pineapple king!
To all our appreciated and appreciative readers our next tale will be the 'Pineapple King's New Suit' where we come to see how the pineapple king only has a white middle class audience, who chose to see what they are told to see.
Well, its a well researched fact that when you stress a population of rats they become absolutely neurotic about food. Its the same with people. When we become stressed in a really stressful world, food often becomes the object of our neurotic attempts to control stress, and distress. After all it is probably the one very personal activity that we have control over! What we eat, what we don't eat and when we do and don't eat and who we choose to eat it with or not, as the case may be. And the beautiful thing is that we can control our diet in endless ways. Which means that when the goal of eternal bliss isn't actually met you can always 'perfect' and continually change our diet.
So along comes a pineapple king. In this case Serge Benhayon: the pineapple king of Goonellabah. So the pineapple king exploits that neurotic impulse by designing an entire neurotic list of good and evil foods (sorry, fiery and pranic foods). So it really mines the super-egoistic drive underpinning the neurosis - am I a good girl/boy or a bad girl/boy and should I be punished or loved and is it really mummy's and daddy's fault that I'm this way? The sheer pranic genius of this particular pineapple king is that he's confabulated a holy and unholy board game of snakes and ladders all around food. Each food has its own numerical score. Up you go if you eat boiled carrot soup for breakfast and down the snake you slide if its a turnip.
Just when the players feel like they're beginning to master the original snake and ladder food game, the pineapple king has a craving for lamb, and suddenly the rules are changed. Up you go if you eat a piece of lamb and down you go if its a poor old Angus. Better still, like all good neurotic endeavors there is no final resolution - because the Pineapple King just keeps on 'impressing' new rules to the game. This includes rules that are impossible to predict. Such as, its not holy enough to be eating that sugar free, dairy free, gluten free cake, if all the while you're desiring something that actually tastes like baked New York cheesecake. Because the pineapple king will know that the pranic energy is the same and it is 'thus' 'embedded' in the fiery cake...down the snake you go! Which is just as well because it means that no one can be as holy as the pineapple king from Goonellabah. The suffering and struggling with evil is the point of neurotic impulse in the cult anyway. Its the point of difference between the holy and the unholy. No walls necessary for this cult.
Which is a nice segue on to the next point. The pineapple king is always preaching that the body is a marker for the soul. No truer word could be said for this cult. The neurotic obsession with good and evil food results in a neurotic obsession with the way people LOOK and what they talk about. This is the marker for who is in and who is out, who is good and who is evil. This is the reason why players non-stop brag or guiltily confess what they eat and also who they eat what with. So there's absolutely no need for secret handshakes, armbands, walls, crosses or any other physical sign, because players are immediately identifiable by their extremely low BMI, pallid complexions, lank thinning hair, lined faces, sunken eyes and bright red lipstick. In other words, they are very very thin. Everyone else just looks normal. Of course the really special players do need extra identification. Hence they need to resort to not just thinness or golden triangle pendants, but now secret, secret pendant symbols. (But its not a cult).
Of course this prescribed neurosis around eating means that the players are kept separate from 'normal unholy' folk eating evil foods. Hence they don't normally eat with the unenlightened and potentially evil others (that's us cheesecake eaters), but if they do it becomes a point of super-egotistic superiority. Again food is a marker for who is in and who is out. Who is good, better and bad. No walls necessary. This is a world-wide cult without walls, as long as when we get up at 2AM we all have our carrot soup, and message each other that we've just had carrot soup and not cheesecake for breakfast.
Finally, given that our whole society endlessly objectifies the worth of women in terms of their looks and their excessive underweight, and what they eat and when they eat and how often. It is 'thus' not surprising that the pineapple king from Goonelabah has made many, many millions by exploiting and reinforcing these insecurities, particularly among the dominant white educated middle class. Nor is it therefore a surprise that over 80% of the players are women. Similarly, it is equally unsurprising, that the pineapple king has exploited women's ill health, by making additional millions and millions in his snakes and ladders game. The pineapple king's endless talk about honoring women is just smoke and mirrors. It serves to camouflage the millions he has made perpetuating the same symbolic violence on women where thinness of the body is the only measure of a women's worth.
So what's all this business about cheesecake and coffee? Its about millions and millions in the pineapple king's pocket, by perpetuating and preying on misogynistic values deeply embedded in our society, and embodied in the insecurities of women. All hail the pineapple king!
To all our appreciated and appreciative readers our next tale will be the 'Pineapple King's New Suit' where we come to see how the pineapple king only has a white middle class audience, who chose to see what they are told to see.