Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers

meeting about international program development, still
trying to find out what it meant, and about funding the
Grumman Gulfstream. It was just like a real office.
Exactly there, right in the centre of the Divine Light
Mission, other matters too were, to a growing extent, just
like the rest of the world. Nobody except his security people,
his personal aids and ‘president’ Bob Denton ever got to
see Maharaj ji himself. But his lifestyle did affect the
people that had to arrange it all for him. The job of my
ashram mate Joe Schwartz for instance, was to rent films
for Maharaj ji whenever he exchanged his ‘divine residence’
in Malibu California for Denver to discuss business
with Bob. As soon as he left for Malibu again, Joe dragged
projector, screen and rented films into our ashram, where
we in all secrecy and taunted by the strangling question
of whether we had now definitely fallen of the path
watch ed Little Big Man and the Godfather. Two favorites
of Maharaj ji, Joe assured.
And while watching a rented movie apparently was
all right, then why not in a theater, Tom White, another
house-mate of the ashram in Franklin Street wondered.
He worked at the ‘petty cash’ on Finance and because of
this could always get his hands on some money. So together
we went to Denver’s fifty cent theater, a refuge
for winos, love couples without a roof of their own and
lovers of Woody Allen’s early funny ones that played
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