--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "do.rflex" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, bob_brigante <no_reply@> wrote: > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Dick Mays <dickmays@> wrote: > > > > > > Links to additional chapters at the end! > > > > > > > > > From The Himalayas to Hollywood > > > A Personal Account of Maharishi's Early Days > > > > > > By Charles F. Lutes > > > As Told to Martin Zucker > > > © 2006 Martin Zucker > > > > > > In 1954 I became suddenly ill. I was having lunch > > > with a business associate in Farmer's Market. The > > > waitress was bringing a slice of pecan pie I had > > > just ordered. All at once, the restaurant turned > > > upside down and my heart started thumping like a > > > tom-tom. I grabbed onto the table and held on for > > > dear life. I thought I was having a heart attack. > > > Pretty soon the room turned right side up again > > > but I felt terrible. > > > > > > My friend drove me right over to my doctor's > > > office. The doctor examined me. It wasn't a heart > > > attack, he said afterward, but something was > > > definitely wrong. > > > > > > That's how it began. I was totally healthy one > > > minute and in bad shape the next. It was an > > > illness the doctors were never able to explain. > > > In a short period of time, I lost 65 pounds. From > > > a robust 200-pound six-footer, I shrank down to > > > skin and bones. I experienced blackouts with such > > > frequency that my company assigned a driver to > > > me. At one time or another, practically every > > > gland and organ in my body stopped working. > > > > > > This ordeal had been going on for several months > > > when one afternoon I began to feel the usual > > > symptoms that preceded a blackout: palpitations, > > > a cold and clammy feeling, and a dry throat. > > > > > > I headed for the doctor as fast as I could. When > > > I arrived, I was pretty groggy. The doctor took > > > one look at me and cleared a treatment room. I > > > remember him pulling off my coat and shirt and > > > going over me with his stethoscope. > > > > > > "Charlie, it looks real bad this time," he said. "I'm afraid you > > are dying." > > > > > > > > > ************* > > > > Charlie had extremely bad karma, which is certainly clearly expressed > > here in the bad health he experienced. I heard Charlie tell this > > story many times: MMY had given a lecture in which he said that some > > people have a mountain of (bad) karma. After the lecture, Charlie > > asked MMY if Charlie had such a mountain, to which Maharishi > > said, "You have a mountain range of karma." > > > > I believe that Nature gave Charlie a chance to work off some of that > > horrible karma by telling others about TM. Charlie, like nearly every > > TM bureaucrat, was a fool because of the warping effect that his > > karmic burden produced on his mind, but he nevertheless did a lot of > > good by helping to spread TM. I certainly salute him, as I learned at > > his WLA SRM center (his wife gave me my first checking session) back > > in 68. Once I realized how full of crap he was (bees are from Venus, > > etc), I still attended his lectures and residence courses for the MMY > > tapes and group/extended meditations, but for years I got up and left > > when he started to talk. > >
> A lot of people like you had an aversion for Charlie. I felt the same > way about Jarvis whom I considered a shallow, phony and opportunistic > human being who placed high value in his position in the TMO pecking > order. > ************ I did feel an aversion to Jerry Jarvis, whose personality I absolutely could not abide. But Charlie was a genuinely likeable guy, not surprisingly, because he was a salesman, and salesman who are not likeable don't do well, but Lutes was a very successful concrete salesman. I continued to like and smile at Charlie even after I started walking out on his lectures, and I was and am grateful to him for all the wonderful experiences I had on his very relaxed residence courses (the old days of unlimited rounding were great -- I just stayed in my room and did rounds for 10 hours a day). Charlie was just not the fount of esoteric knowledge that he thought he was...