it was very much because my TM-
Teacher was radiating love and compassion. And that is what Amma do.
The world is full of intellectual discussions and analysis and
science. But I think that Amma fills a need for just simplicity and
love. I hope I will meet her some day.
Ingegerd

-----well I stopped thinking about the Movement as anything other than a symbol of potential, a vision of possibilities, a premature voyage into what could be, based on good principles, essentially (meditation bringing peace, and what it could look like).
 
I went to the Pacific Palisades TM center when I was fifteen for the free intro lecture. My intro lecturer was Louis Weiss who now has been on Purusha for 25 years, at least.  (I recently reconnected with him and he is a great and heartfelt person)
 
I stepped into the center and I felt the silence.  It wrapped around me and I felt that I was being purified just sitting there. I had had plenty of experience around psychics and other spiritualists due to my sister owning a store which had psychics and spritual lecturers, and so I was like, this is it!  The intro lecture rolled on and I didn't really hear a word or care what was said, I was into the energy. 
 
As it was, I had tripped on acid and smoked weed a few days before and they made me wait two weeks to learn. I learned from the teachers in Northridge. The couple had two daughters, were nice homemakers,  and were very very aware.  The teacher had seen the devas and wasn't afraid of talking about esoteric things with me.  It was very healing for my tortured young punk rocker mind.
 
The Pac Pal center was run by the Brittinghams, and the Verrels were always there.  The Wallaces were also living there, and I used to go on residence courses every month. It got to where I didn't have to fill out the forms. I would just call and then show up. I decided to go to MIU.  MIU made me wait a year because I had used acid. So I worked on staff at Pac Pal for a few days every so often. It was fun. We were all idealistic.  I used to laugh my head off doing stupid things like getting in huge pillow fights changing the flying hall room sheets and stuff.  It was fun. Lots of heart.
 
Once in a while I would watch TV with the Wallaces. It felt like an honor because I was very self effacing, that is, because I had bad tripped on acid I thought I was possessed by Satan, and it was taking me a long time to get over it, and to be honest I was full of fears and insecurities. 
 
There was a group of about 5 people who used to car pool to Charlie's on Friday nights and then we would eat at the deli across the street.  They were ultra cool people.  The woman and the son kept records of their TM experiences. Having studied all the shit Charlie regularly sppouted I was always less than impressed by him, but I liked the group meds.
 
The Movement was a place a young, confused punk rocker could go to to get support and to heal.
 
Now?  Not for me to say...
 
Gotta go to werk. Ciao Bellas.
 
 
 
 
 
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