I'll start. Please add your memory as another number on this list.
1. I was in the first row of a crowd of maybe 100 attendees sitting cross-leg on the floor in front of Maharishi. A smallish "great room" of a Spanish hotel was a hasty venue, because, natch, the course was off to a very late start, and there were all kinds of folks missing luggage, having no room assigned, etc. But there we were all wide eyed, and, WHAT? WHAT? Some guy outta nowhere gets up on the dais with Maharishi and grabs Maharishi's hand, and then sat there and held hands with Maharishi while Maharishi continued meeting with us. To this day I do not know who that guy was. Seemed to be a westerner in slacks and shirt and no much else, but he had to have been VERY VERY VERY RICH. Right? Ain't nobody every grabby handed Maharishi like that since Tat Wala Baba, and nobody ever since. I should have quit the movement on the spot.
