--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Mark Landau <m@...> wrote: <Snip>
> 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 this exact story almost exactly this way. Are you repeating his story, or were you in the car with him? > > 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 this exact story, are you repeating his story, or were you in the car with him? > > On Aug 2, 2011, at 9:44 PM, seventhray1 wrote: > > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Mark Landau <m@...> wrote: > > > > > > Yes, the life force in pure anger can be stunning, joyous and thrilling. > > > It was quite a show when it came from M, like Indra's thunderbolt. > > > > I guess I mostly saw the other side. Your stories are always enjoyable and > > insightful. And instances that stand out on this? > > > > > > >
