“COME TO
MILLELNNIUM. THE LORD OF THE UNIVERSE IS
HERE.”
This is what my father-in-law used to shout out of his
window with his kids in the car – all premies – riding down Fifth Avenue in New
York City in 1972.
My wife, Lil’ Darlin (who posted here a couple times 15
years ago, but is busy), got her father, now 91, into Knowledge and he “received
it” from Mahatma Gurucharnanad Ji on 84th Street in Manhattan, where
his daughter was the damn overworked to death housemother. They had knowledges sessions there like
Broadway – two shows a day. Along with
her father, Lil Darlin took her brother to Millennium in the Houston Astrodome,
where he got the Knowledge you can’t get in college.
My father-in-law’s family came from Europe, and were all master
craftsmen -- woodcrafters.
I went to India and worked in the Baragon shop for a
bit. Those things actually sucked. They were flat with a hard laminated surface
on top and hurt like hell to rest your elbows and arms leaning on them to
assist you in keeping them propped up so you could do the Light and Sound
techniques, each separately, not at the same time (you idiots!).
My father-in-law, I believe invented the first ever ITALIAN
PROVINCIAL STYLE CURVED BARAGON. He had
a wood shop where he had workers and did big jobs in NYC. His baragons had a CURVED top, with gold leaf
inlay on the sides for spiritual pizzazz, done in an antique white finish and he gave it to his daughter as a
gift and made a lot more.
As I saw it, this became a craze, and all premies,
IMMEDIATELY HAD TO HAVE ONE – a curved top piece that screwed into the bottom
and was finally somewhat comfortable.
My father-in-law now does Tai’ Chi, swims and some other
exercises. Smiles, laughs, drives, goes
to Jazz shows and lives by himself -- for decades, and is doing great. He only lasted a little while with the
Knowledge. But deserves a place in
infamy.
