Personal assistant. We were "on the door." So almost everyone who came to see him came through us. We were "on the buzzer." So we lived in the room next to his and he buzzed us when he needed something (usually in the morning, if at all.) We brought him his food, unless Brahmin cooks were there. We brought him his clothing. We organized whatever needed to be organized. We sometimes were his spokesman. When we were traveling and he was tired, and would say a few words, we would sometimes have to elaborate and clarify for those listening. We'd go and get people when he wanted them. We took all the phone calls coming in from all over the world. We initiated the phone calls he wanted to make. We also served by standing and waiting (he liked that quote, "They also serve who only stand and wait."). He would use me, my consciousness and energy as a lightning rod, especially at Symposia and in interviews, though other times as well. Two times come to mind. One was a Symposium in Chicago, I think, but I may be wrong about that. Anyway Larry Domash was a speaker. M looked around and located me in the front row (they always saved seats for his entourage). Then he used me as a feedback loop to pour adoration and energy through me and onto/into Larry so he would shine more while speaking. I always willingly lent myself to these uses. Normally, I had no adoration for Larry whatsoever, though I did semi-like him in a reluctant sort of way, and, of course, respected his knowledge. The other time was when we did a radio interview with a particularly combative interviewer. Jerry was there, with a few others, but they all went into the separate sound/viewing room. I slipped into the room where the interview took place in which only the three of us were. M used my focus and consciousness as part of the mix to counter the interviewer. You wouldn't have thought he'd need it, but I guess every little bit helped and, sorry folks, I know he would garnish whatever knowledge I had that may have helped in the interview. I would often find him picking things out of my brain and using them in whatever discourse was ongoing at the time. I'm sure he did that with others present, as well. So that was some of it, besides, of course carrying the skin he sat on and putting it down for him wherever we went. It protected him from whatever vibes were there and made the seat slightly more comfortable.
On Aug 7, 2011, at 5:16 AM, nablusoss1008 wrote: > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Mark Landau <m@...> wrote: > > > > > > Top--In Spain, taken by an airport photo hawker, I was skin boy, but > > whenever Jerry would come for short stints, he would grab the skin whenever > > he could. I always just acquiesced. > > Bottom--Germany, Hamburg, I believe > > Great photos Mark, thanks for posting this ! > > What exactly was the job of a "skin boy" ? > >
