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Instantly the hundreds of lust-leapers stopped, froze stock-still
in their tracks. The only sound was dreamy, laboured breathing,
sated post-passion gasps, satisfied sighs. This heaving frozen silence
seemed to last for close to twenty minutes. Then, like some bizarre
Quaker congregation, one by one people called out their love for all
present, hugging each other. Then they started to sing and soon to
dance to the dozen songs going on simultaneously. There were
tears; there was kissing; and at least one couple proceeded to copulate
in an ingenious position right there on the grass.
'Is it over?' I asked Ma Yoga Parvati, who'd just disengaged herself
from the eager embraces of a man old enough to be her grandfather.
She looked out from the jungle on her head, saying in a Marilyn
Monroe voice, 'It's only beginning.'
Then she seized me in her bloody arms and plastered her lips
over mine. Coming up for air, I noticed vast smears of blood from
where her breasts had been squashed all over my waistcoat. I took
the garment off and offered it to her as a rag to clean herself up with.
'You just arrived, didn't you?' she said.
I confessed this was the truth. She thought about it for some
moments, lifting one breast and studying it with curiosity, then
saying, 'We should share our sex energies, then. You gotta get your
vibes adjusted to Bhagwan's love.'
'Well, maybe later, Ma.'
She promised that she'd been 'deep into tantra' and could really
help me along the road to bliss. I'd had too much 'bliss' already. Ma
Yoga Parvati smiled and shrugged - it was my funeral - turning to
greet a man who looked like the Anglican Jesus: blond, blue-eyed,
and inordinately clean.
Now that the 'dynamic meditation' was over, people were
wandering around or off toward other buildings. Here, it seemed,
you couldn't say no. You
could
, of course, leave. But if you stayed,
you'd be saying no to God.
I realised only much later why the hotel desk clerk had asked if I
followed Rajneesh before telling me what he thought of Mrs
Gandhi. The bhagwan was safe as long as Indira remained in power.
He was a supporter, and, more importantly, he could influence a
