For me it was sometime around '76. I was about to take my first siddhis course in Switzerland. Often I would get to Europe a month early to hike in the Swiss alps. So I was there early this time, too, and happened upon a course going on somewhere on Lake Lucerne. I remember a hotel and all the windows were papered over on the first floor . There was a small crowd of locals standing there and you could tell they were listening to something. I came closer and could hear through the glass total pandemonium, like a crazy zoo inside. The Swiss people outside were clearly distressed and wondering what was happening in their lovely village. Quite a far cry from the normal silence of meditation I was accustomed to teaching and participating in... At that moment I really started to doubt the "blessed path" I was on. I made a decision on the spot, out of my love and dedication to Maharishi, to continue no matter where the path led....
Another time in the late '70's, I was on some course with M. there. When he was leaving for the day, there was the normal line-up to give him a flower or get darshan as he was leaving the lecture hall. I knew where he was heading and picked a spot right by a door I knew went to his private area. He passed by me and the door was opened for him. I then heard him say, in a completely different tone, "Close the door, close the door" to his escort. It was a seemingly cranky and impatient, almost angry tone. I remember thinking, wow-- something else going on there than his normal "enlightened" persona....
