According the the three greedy Didis, you all can just die for all they care. The only thing they are leaders in is perpetuating the evil started by their dad. (Image added for educational purposes.) Many youth have
contacted me in the past several months. They have told me their stories of
being abused in Jagadguru Kripalu Parishat. They feel better having someone to
speak to who understands exactly what they have gone through. Most have no one
else to speak to. But also, many are too scared to tell their stories. They
have seen how JKP treats people who speak against them and it has made them
afraid. Every so often, however, one ex-JKP follower has healed and in that
healing they have regained their fearlessness and wish to speak out and share
their experience so that they can help others understand the truth about
Jagadguru Kripalu Parishat — and its fake gurus, fake preachers, and fake
“saints” — which include the three wicked sisters of Kripalu Maharaj.
One of these youths
contacted me very recently. This person is now ready to tell their story. They
were lured into the cult at the tender age of 19. Here is his story.
A Former Youth in Jagadguru Kripalu Parishat Speaks Out
When I joined JKP, I
was a young, vibrant, and healthy boy. JKP preachers came to my town. I was
drawn to them mainly to learn how to attain God, as that topic really intrigued
me since my childhood. Soon after joining JKP, my body started to become
weak due to the insufficient diet we were offered, the lack of sleep allowed
due to the grueling schedule, and an overall poor attitude toward properly
taking care of our body that was encouraged.
In
Kripalu’s lectures, which they play over and over, he tells people that the body
is transient, and we’ll just leave it behind. These kinds of teachings make
devotees think they need to negligent their physical body to find God. As
a result, no one gets enough sleep, we spend hours in meditation and physical
seva from 3:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m. The diet they feed followers is mostly rice
and water vegetables. No one who works there full-time can even afford to
purchase extra food is they are hungry or low on energy or feeling sick.
Anyway, if we ever have money, which I did, they wanted us to give it to the
trust, which I did.
As a
result, all the devotees have physical issues due to this brainwashing. Almost
everyone there is sick with things like leg pain, stomach issues, headaches, and
mental imbalance. It’s all commonplace there.
During my last year as
follower, I spent almost five months straight at various JKP ashrams during their
programs. During those months of grueling labor and poor nutrition, my
eyesight, my digestive health, and my energy level all dropped down to scary
low levels. In fact, I was in such a bad shape, I decided in October of that
year to visit a doctor in my hometown.
On the last day of
Sharat Poornima Sadhana Shivir I left the ashram to return to my hometown. On
the same day, four devotees left the ashram, all dedicated young followers, to
drive from Mangarh to Vrindavan to do the work for a Sadhu Bhoj celebration.
The car crashed at a high speed. Two sadhaks died on impact. The other two in
the car were badly injured with broken arms and legs. Had I not gotten sick,
and went home to see a doctor, I would have been in that vehicle and either
been injured or died.
The two sadhaks who
died had been with that preacher since they were little kids. They spent their
entire life doing seva at the ashram for JKP. I was so shocked. I felt so bad for
them.
When I returned to
Vrindavan, I felt very evil vibes for the first time. Instead of being sad at
the loss of two life-long devotees, I found out three didis (Kripalu’s daughters) are having a perfectly grand
old time. They did not give a f*** that two of their oldest and most loyal sadhaks
just died in a car accident. What’s more, I learned that the accident was
caused because the driver was exhausted from a schedule of unrelenting work for
the ashrams. He was doing hard physical
labor day in day out. He had not gotten proper sleep for more
than a month.
The three didis’ only
commentary about their deaths was: “Maharajji called them. They died doing seva so they’ll go to golok now. We
should not feel sorry for them. We should be happy for them.”
Vishakha Didi told me to
my face, “Had you not gone for treatment out of Mangarh, you would have also
died. Maharajji saved you.” She did not bother to explain how both scenarios
are lucky — death or near-miss of death.
The two
followers who were badly injured got treatment at JKP hospital in Vrindavan. They
were only given care because they were assistants of Kripalu’s oldest preacher,
Manjari didi who is 70. She maintains a good relationship with three sisters,
so they are nice to her. While many other preachers have bad relationships with
the three sisters and no longer come to the ashrams. When other sadhaks or
ashramwasi need medical care, the three Didis make it clear that they will not
bear the expenses for healthcare. They tell everyone to make all necessary arrangements
themselves, because the trust will not take care of their food and medical
expenses.
I realized all three
sisters are heartless and evil people. They have no decency, no manners. They
just spout whatever evil thing that allows them to avoid taking any
responsibility for the people who give their lives to them.
I was a just kid only
and they were telling me that I could have died but Maharajji saved me hit me
really hard. Deep inside I had a feeling that I was saved — but not by
Maharajji. By something greater. I had a bigger purpose in life than to
serve and be under these bas****s.
These events messed me
up really bad. I realized that these people have no heart. They are not gods or
even avatars of gods. They are crazy people — and I never want to be like them.
I thought to myself, if God-loving people are so heartless to a person who gave
his life for them, I don’t want anything to do with God. Rather, I am happy to
live in a mayic world where people at least shed few tears for a dearly
departed and appreciate what they’ve contributed to society and family. These
bast***s have no regard for human life whatsoever — except their own.
I spent my last couple
of days in Vrindana, then went to Barsana. All of the time, I was really
disturbed. Didis and their loyal followers were living as if nothing happened.
This really troubled me and I knew something is not right with these
people.
I went back to my
home. I connected with my friends and family whom I previously had not had
close relationships, because I didn’t talk to them. I instantly realized these
people are so much kinder and more loving despite Kripalu’s claims that world
is selfish. I realized that Kripalu’s teachings were nothing but bull****.
Then I read your blog
posts again. Although I had read your blog posts before when I was a sadhak, at
that time, I thought “this is all fake and it’s namaparadh to read these.” But
now, at this time, I realized you were telling the truth.
Then I watched the Netflix
documentary about Osho, Wild Wild country — and I connected the dots with
Kripalu. They both were same — evil fake gurus.
I told my parents what
I read in your blogs posts about that Kripalu and how he is a child sex
molester. My mom , who had once been a devotee, said, “Yes, I know. Many aunties that have slept with Kripalu. And
those aunties used to tell me, ‘Too bad you joined after Kripalu died. Otherwise
you would have gotten his divine bliss through sex acts, too.” That’s how f***ed
up these women in JKP are!!
I was in a really bad shape
after all this happened. It took me many sessions with my psychiatrist and
coach to build myself back up to the confident person I had been before nearly
ruining my life in JKP
After years of diligence,
I am now perfectly healed and strong. Now it’s time to spread the light and
share all that I know.
