Monday, February 11, 2008
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi died on Mardi Gras, February 5th, in the Netherlands, aged 91. I saw him speak in Ames, Iowa once. He had a tiny, silly voice and at least two Vedic auras, one rough and one smooth, or "gross" and "subtle" if you remember the pre-selected technical vocabulary from those days. The normal one was gold, warm and rumbling, like a basso profundo ripsaw. The second one was bluewhite, blazing hot, pitched high above the normal range of feeling, like a lick of sky-kissed silk. These are similes, of course. If you were susceptible to this sort of thing, he could warm you up with whatever vibe you liked, a faculty utterly lacking in any of his followers, SFAIK. I'm not sure he knew what he was doing, or even if it was him doing it, but he seemed to be PrettyGood® at it. Do you remember your TM™ mantra?