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After fifteen minutes, the pain was no longer bearable, and the
wax was still in the crevice where it had lodged.
Ma Tantra's eyes looked soft and liquid when I finally sat up. She
assumed a half-lotus posture on the bed.
'I felt this message from Bhagwan,' she told me very seriously. 'I
knew he wanted me to come and help prepare you for his darshan.'
'Really? How?'
'By sharing his energy with you.'
I told her this was very generous, but could we do it tomorrow? I
was very tired.
'Exactly. That's why I came. To raise your energy so you can be
in tune with his Buddhafield.'
'Buddhafield?'
'Love energy,' she explained.
Then she removed her smock. Her armpits sprouted thick tendrils
of black hair. But, entirely naked, she was on the whole even better-
looking than I'd imagined she might be.
'C'mon,' she urged. 'Get natural, man.'
I did. Then she ordered me to sit opposite her and breathe deeply
with my eyes closed until she told me to stop. This took ten minutes,
by which time the energy between us was tangible.
'Feel it?' she inquired.
'Definitely. Now what?'
'Now I want you to draw my shakti force into yourself.'
'How do I do
that
, exactly?'
The answer turned out to be much the same process by which I
had drawn the shakti forces of women into myself since I was
fourteen. I could see why the bhagwan's religion was beating out its
competition. I could also see the appeal it must have to Americans,
who had by now turned Freud into a prophet, and sex into the
salvation that he had promised lay at hand. In Western terms, the
bhagwan was the natural culmination and consummation of an era
that started with the Pill, continued on through flower power's free
love, women's lib, and finally gay lib.
Eventually, of course, along with everything motoring down the
yellow brick motorway of this brave new promiscuity, the bhagwan's
Sexianity also screeched to a shuddering halt at the Great Wall of
AIDS. Was this the Oz, the New Age Jerusalem that Rajneesh told
