On Jul 27, 2011, at 2:45 PM, Mark Landau wrote:
> And, of course, that's another thing we loved so much about
> being with M, how much and how warmly he and we all laughed
> together.
In the early years. I left when laughter started
to be actually frowned upon.
laughter stopped in M's presence? When was that?
He became more irritable and grumpy as time went on. One of the
landmark moments I recall is when he got an interview with a
journalist, who arrived to find he wouldn't actually be with the
Maharishi, but he appeared on a TV screen. The reporter asked one
"wrong" question" and M. dug into the journalist with great anger and
venom.
Of course people who were close to him had been seeing his outbursts
for years, but that's the landmark public demonstration of his
imbalances that I recall. By that time he was sequestered like a
Hindu Howard Hughes in his Vedic mansion in Holland, and only met
others, like this poor reporter, via closed circuit TV. By that time,
in the brief video snippets I'd see, you could see the signs of
dementia and the accompanying anger, along with type of eyes seen in
long-term diabetics. It seemed like he was partially blind. Special
camera set ups were arranged to make it look like he was sitting
cross-legged, but he was actually lying down in bed.
Perfect health, alas, was another fantasy, even for the Great Oz.
