From: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com [mailto:FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com] On Behalf Of Mark Landau Sent: Wednesday, August 03, 2011 12:50 PM To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Subject: Re: [FairfieldLife] Re: The Post Count Follies :-)
Not on this. I saw his anger in two modes, while he was devastating people and kicking them out, me included, so I have this experience from the inside, and in a group when he got pissed for whatever reason. Was anyone in the hotel in Mallorca II where he busted everyone for sharing techniques? Mike Dixon says that bottles shattered. All I can say is that, in the group context, it felt like he cracked the atmosphere with the power of it. It was astonishing and exhilarating. In the individual context, as witness, it was sickening, as recipient, it was devastating. But I'll give you a different kind to make up for it. M definitely had siddhis. One thing he could do was put folks in a trance, blank out their conscious awareness, selectively disconnect their body from mind. He did this to me once and I came to in the middle, so I know this from the inside as well. As below, he seemingly could do this from a distance with nearly anyone. We were driving at night in Germany, late, trying to catch a ferry. I think the world knows how punctual the Germans are about such things. As was his wont, he would give me a little hand signal when I could speed through a red light with impunity. (He could send his awareness out and scope out the intersection ahead for incoming cars and/or policemen.) When he didn't signal, I stopped for the light. We drove on into the night as the ferry's departure time came and went, and on we kept, I would say, for about fifteen minutes, though it may have been less. When we arrived at the dock, the ferry was there, with all it's lights on. As we drove the car down the ramp I could see the captain, standing near the ramp, with three of his crew surrounding him, looking bemused, slightly amazed, perhaps concerned and wondering. In the next instant, the captain came to, looked around, nodded, grunted and headed for the pilot's cabin so the ferry could depart. Charlie Lutes told an almost identical story.