--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Sal Sunshine <salsunsh...@...> wrote: > > On Feb 28, 2010, at 11:34 AM, ShempMcGurk wrote: <snip> > Amazon used to provide all of "What falls away" as searchable > and have, in the past, linked to it. But now they only give > samples, so I can't. But it is clear Farrow thought she was > having the moves put on her. More importantly, with a sister > who is gung-ho on the movement it is unlikely Farrow would > say it if she didn't fee that way. Now, it may be that > Maharishi was perfectly innocent about his intentions but > Farrow certainly didn't feel that way at the time. > > When in doubt, go to Google Books.
Or, just Google. Here's the quote: "Now we will meditate in my 'cave,'" said Maharishi, and I followed him down steep wooden steps into a dark, humid little cellar room that smelled of sandalwood. It was my first time in his cave: there was a small shrine with flowers and a picture of Guru Dev, Maharishi's dead teacher, and a carpet on which we settled ourselves in the lotus position to meditate. After twenty or so minutes we were getting to our feet, still facing each other, but as I'm usually a little disoriented after meditation, I was blinking at his beard when suddenly I became aware of two surprisingly male, hairy arms going around me. I panicked, and shot up the stairs, apologizing all the way. I flew out into the open air, and ran as fast as I could to Prudy's room, where she was meditating of course. I blurted out something about Maharishi's cave, and arms, and beard, and she said, It's an honor to be touched by a holy man after meditation, a tradition. Furthermore, at my level of consciousness, if Jesus Christ Himself had embraced me, I would have misinterpreted it. Still , I flung the essentials into my faded cloth shoulder-bag, stuffed passport and money into a pouch hung around my neck, and without a plan, and nothing to lose, I dashed out of the gaurded gates headlong into the spreading Indian twilight.
