sinsboldly wrote:
Lau,
As for Paramahansa Yogananda, I knew his son. Son of a Mormon lady that followed him to Los Angeles when he opened his temple. Big beautiful broad browed fellow they call Ben, lived out in the rugged Siskiyous Mountians of Southern Oregon, in the Pacific Northwest States with his Mormon wife, Lorna. Married in the Temple in Salt Lake City, they were, married for all eternity. Lorna was desparate to get into heaven and the only way a Mormon woman can is through her husband, so she was clinging to him even if he WAS half an Indian Yogi.
Its part of a synchronisity, haven't you felt the pull when you know to be somewhere at some time and then you are blown away because you realize that little art and music show is actually Woodstock*. Has it happened to you? cause that is exactly how it happened to ME!
Merle
* 1969, Bethel, New York, USA historical art and music fair
(Lupine falls off a barstool laughing.)
HAH!! I read "Autobiography of a Yogi" when I was in, oh, 4th grade?! how old is that, 8? That was when I was in my "read everything that came my way" mode as a child. The "hyperlexic" thing, I guess. Comprehended every word, but understood nothing. What a treat to learn that the rather effeminate-looking fellow whose photo graces the cover of that book had an active sex life... thanks, Merle, you made my day!!
Chuck: you are going to have such fun with your little kid. She is so fortunate to have parents who understand her from the start!