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‘WE SHOULD SHARE OUR SEX ENERGIES’<br />

After fifteen minutes, <strong>the</strong> pain was no longer bearable, and <strong>the</strong><br />

wax was still in <strong>the</strong> crevice where it had lodged.<br />

Ma Tantra’s eyes looked s<strong>of</strong>t and liquid when I finally sat up. She<br />

assumed a half-lotus posture on <strong>the</strong> bed.<br />

‘I felt this message from Bhagwan,’ she told me very seriously. ‘I<br />

knew he wanted me to come and help prepare you for his darshan.’<br />

‘Really? How?’<br />

‘By sharing his energy with you.’<br />

I told her this was very generous, but could we do it tomorrow? I<br />

was very tired.<br />

‘Exactly. That’s why I came. To raise your energy so you can be<br />

in tune with his Buddhafield.’<br />

‘Buddhafield?’<br />

‘Love energy,’ she explained.<br />

Then she removed her smock. Her armpits sprouted thick tendrils<br />

<strong>of</strong> black hair. But, entirely naked, she was on <strong>the</strong> whole even betterlooking<br />

than I’d imagined she might be.<br />

‘C’mon,’ she urged. ‘Get natural, man.’<br />

I did. Then she ordered me to sit opposite her and brea<strong>the</strong> deeply<br />

with my eyes closed until she told me to stop. This took ten minutes,<br />

by which time <strong>the</strong> energy between us was tangible.<br />

‘Feel it?’ she inquired.<br />

‘Definitely. Now what?’<br />

‘Now I want you to draw my shakti force into yourself.’<br />

‘How do I do that, exactly?’<br />

The answer turned out to be much <strong>the</strong> same process by which I<br />

had drawn <strong>the</strong> shakti forces <strong>of</strong> women into myself since I was<br />

fourteen. I could see why <strong>the</strong> bhagwan’s religion was beating out its<br />

competition. I could also see <strong>the</strong> appeal it must have to Americans,<br />

who had by now turned Freud into a prophet, and sex into <strong>the</strong><br />

salvation that he had promised lay at hand. In Western terms, <strong>the</strong><br />

bhagwan was <strong>the</strong> natural culmination and consummation <strong>of</strong> an era<br />

that started with <strong>the</strong> Pill, continued on through flower power’s free<br />

love, women’s lib, and finally gay lib.<br />

Eventually, <strong>of</strong> course, along with everything motoring down <strong>the</strong><br />

yellow brick motorway <strong>of</strong> this brave new promiscuity, <strong>the</strong> bhagwan’s<br />

Sexianity also screeched to a shuddering halt at <strong>the</strong> Great Wall <strong>of</strong><br />

AIDS. Was this <strong>the</strong> Oz, <strong>the</strong> New Age Jerusalem that Rajneesh told<br />

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