Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers

When I was in Denver for about a year, Maharaj ji made
a European tour. Beforehand I went to all the countries
he wanted to visit, to check whether the local premies
had their organization sufficiently together to receive
him. In practice that meant they had to have enough
money and management to organize and attract people
to a gathering for a few thousand people, and to accommodate
Maharaj ji and his staff for almost a week in the
best hotel available. So I checked if the hall they rented
was big enough, the hotel rooms luxurious enough and
if there was enough money to ‘check out the city’ with
Maharaj ji. He didn’t have contact with the premies that
welcomed him to their country, but if he went to see
the city, which he liked to do, they had to come along.
To pay. The watches in Switzerland, I still remember
well. One shop after another. Together with the national
general secretary I followed the small group that hung
around Maharaj ji like a cloud on his tour of the shiny
show cases. We didn’t see much of him at all. We heard
his voice though when he asked a shop assistant to get a
watch from behind the bullet-proof glass. When he liked
what he saw, Bob Denton signaled in our direction. Pay.
While we were still finishing up doing that, the cloud had
already drifted into the next jewelry shop.
In the meantime Bob Denton married his secretary, so
I also had to arrange a double room with a cozy big bed
in the hotels for him. I myself wasn’t part of the direct
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