--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Mark Landau <m@...> wrote: > > This was during my time. I was skin boy, I was driving, M was shotgun. I > can't imagine Charlie being one of the people in the back seat. Did Charlie > say it was in Germany? >
Your memory appears to be faulty, Mark. Charlie told us that story himself and it's in the book "MAHARISHI, THE GURU the Story of Maharishi Mahesh Yogi by MARTIN, EDITOR EBON" (Paperback - 1968). Here's Barry Wright refering to it on alt.meditation.transcendental in 2004: "It was a paperback with Maharishi on a white cover standing probably circa late sixties (1968?). I know it had the tale of them trying to catch the ferry in BC. Even in the 70's I think I found it at a used book store. "It is "Maharishi, the Guru" Edited by Martin Ebon. And yes it is a collection of interviews and stories from various meditators. I was thinking it was still not the book when I picked it up and opened a page. That page was they very page I was talking about with Charlie describing the wild drive to the ferry in the northwest (page 112)." http://groups.google.com/group/alt.meditation.transcendental/msg/cad7584afba09960?dmode=source The book is actually available at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/MAHARISHI-GURU-Story-Maharishi-Mahesh/dp/B00260M63Q/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1312399513&sr=8-2 Then maybe he was. He did come spend a little time with M a few times during my 5 years there, but I don't remember him being on that trip to Germany. I don't remember who came, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't Charlie. Gee, maybe, for this group, I should stop reminiscing. Maybe I told the story to Charlie. He did tell me once that I should be out chasing women. > > On Aug 3, 2011, at 12:36 PM, curtisdeltablues wrote: > > > --- 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? > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
