Alysia brings the voice of sanity.
As I read through this, it seems like the general opinion is that enlightenment is not real, I'm not enlightened, you're not enlightened, our teachers are not enlightened, nobody is enlightened, everybody is a fraud and it's all a fake made up out of string, tissue paper and spirit gum anyway, and you can't get there from here. We can dump on all the authorities as self serving liars, and find something bad to say about everyone. For example, Jesus could be blamed for the Spanish Inquisition. Many of Rajneesh's followers could be criticized because they engaged in extra-marital sex. And there were people that Cayce failed to cure.
Respectfully, I suggest that that's not a very useful direction to go. For example, how do we talk about "enlightenment" unless we can define it? And once given a definition, then it either becomes evident that somehow we are all sluggishly oozing in that direction, or we are not. If not, what value is all the dissention? And if so, same question?
To my mind, Jesus had a lot of useful things to tell me, as did Rajneesh as did Cayce, as did Lao Tse etc. Maybe they weren't so useful to you, but there are others who speak to you and your specific needs, like Ramana Maharshi, perhaps or the cryptic rhetoric of Nisargadatta Maharaj, or some of my old hippie friends who found themselves in the words of Ram Das and Timothy Leary, or even Terrence McKenna ... As we look toward what we can get from these people, regardless of whatever else they represent, we find that there is often much gold hidden amongst the dross. Not all gold glitters any more than all that glitters must be golden.
Without arguing against anything said here, it still seems like there is another point to be made, and that is why I personally Alysia's remark so telling - My hearing seems to work best when my mouth is closed.
But even more than that, there are two things that we must do alone, passing the doorways to eternity. We must be born - Mom helps, as does the midwifery, but it's up to us to take the first breath. And then, we die alone. We might be surrounded by friends, but we still do it alone. In fact, friends may interfere - Ambrose Bierce (if memory serves) on his death bed told his friends, "Shut up! I'm busy dying."
So I'm inclined to go with Alysia's remark. The voice to seek is not the great wind that breaks rocks, nor the shaking of the earth, nor the howling of the elemental forces in all their bluster, but simply that still small voice within. Interestingly, that voice seems to have something good to say about virtually everyone. Perhaps everyone is right - Then we would also have Vajra and Blink showing the way, and from time to time, each of us would be guru to some other being in need. - In fact, isn't that the role that we admit to when we begin to do therapy with stuck souls?
All that having been said, I find that I have no Rolls Royces. However, I did marry a Mercedes who has transported me farther and better than any mechanical vehice - and besides, she's about all I can afford anyhow.
dave