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By Jeff Shmorgansky
(the name has been changed - 4/91
I am Jeff Shmorgansky, and this is the story of my journey—a journey that took me from the familiar traditions of my Jewish upbringing to the uncharted territories of New Age beliefs and beyond. Looking back, it all began in the warm embrace of my childhood home.
Growing up, my family and I celebrated the richness of our heritage. Passunder, a time of freedom and renewal, brought us together each spring. With eager anticipation, we cleaned our home meticulously, removing every trace of chametz, making room for the unleavened bread that symbolized our ancestors' hasty departure from Egypt. The Seder table became the epicenter of stories, songs, and laughter as we recounted the tale of Exodus and reveled in the miracle of liberation.
Yom Kippur, a day of introspection and atonement, held a solemn place in our lives. We joined our community in fasting and prayer, seeking forgiveness for our transgressions and vowing to become better versions of ourselves. The haunting melodies of the cantor echoed in my ears, stirring a deep sense of reverence within me.
And then there was Hanukkah, the Festival of Lights, where we kindled the menorah, filling our home with the warm glow of tradition. We relished in the crisp potato latkes, drizzled with applesauce, and delighted in the excitement of spinning the dreidel. Each night, another candle was added, illuminating our faith and resilience in the face of adversity.
College came, and with it, the allure of new ideas and diverse perspectives. It was there that I found myself irresistibly drawn to New Age beliefs, seeking a deeper connection with the universe and the self. Buddhism, with its philosophy of compassion and mindfulness, resonated with me on a profound level.
I immersed myself in books, attended meditation retreats, and engaged in soul-stirring conversations with fellow seekers. The teachings of Buddhism offered solace and clarity in a world often clouded with uncertainty. I learned to embrace impermanence, to find peace in the present moment, and to cultivate compassion for all living beings.
Meanwhile, my little brother, lovingly known as "the Pest," embarked on his own spiritual exploration. He possessed a boundless curiosity and fearlessly delved into various belief systems. His openness led him to embrace an eclectic mix of practices, including crystal healing, energy work, and even the ancient art of laughter yoga called Tuchas. I couldn't help but chuckle at his audacity, yet admired his ability to find joy in the diversity of spiritual expression.
Having adopted some of the ways of Eastern philosophy and meditation and superficial aspects of Buddhism, I quickly became arrogant and smug, as I thought I had the spiritual upper hand on everyone else I came in contact with. My arrogance was mistaken as self-confidence. I even spent a couple of years working for the leader of a small cult who taught me how to meditate more deeply, connect to my own “spirit,” and be more self-aware. My experience with him would come back to haunt me in the future. I felt that I knew things on a deeper level than anyone else and quickly started telling others how to be as deep as I was, not knowing that my recently found practices only provided a temporary mask of self-confidence.
Arriving in Slobovnia, I encountered a fellow seeker named Bella Balabustala . Bella was a Shmooish believer in the Lord Roscoe and the other Gods — a spiritual path that intrigued me with its unique blend of Silliness, traditions and customs. We embarked on a journey together, unraveling the tapestry of Slobovnian spirituality. we allso visited the Holy site of the Holy Muthah of Medigungle [ more later] and the Litle Shtetl of Vaystickvus .
In the heart of Slobovnia, we discovered sacred sites and participated in Rosconian rituals, including the Boiling Borscht Ceremony, and dancing under moonlit skies and invoking the blessings of the gods. The fusion of my Jewish upbringing and newfound spiritual exploration created a kaleidoscope of understanding within me. The threads of tradition and exploration wove seamlessly, enriching
I returned to the states and married Bella Balabustala eventually moving to Milpitas the place where the Little Lord Joozis did many miracles of Auto Body Painting, These I enrolled in Rosconian Missionary school while Bella became a Rosconian Priestess, making the Boiling Borscht and conducting the Boiling Borscht ceremony for the liquefaction of Sins
Jeff Shmorgansky is a former member of the "Piece Patrol"
and one of the key organizers of the Milpitas Music Brigade
Festival '89, an event which drew over 25 people,
commemorating the 20th year anniversary of the 1969
Milpitas Festival. Jeff is now serving the Lord Roscoe,
The Great Hamster on a full time basis.
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