The other day, I watched this doc "the lord of the universe" ... and within me, I had a lot of mixed emotions going on:

1) my old self of 1973 - I had received K roughly 6 months before this festival, and it was the 2nd time for me to be at a "festival", the first one was Guru Puja in London - the one where my first darshan line turned out to be a huge disappointment  with GMJ ... so this old self of mine reacted with some kind of nostalgia, less because of "the lord" ... much more because of this hype going on in our generation ... not-so-old hippies finally found something to go for. And to me it felt (back then), that this whole generation had come together "as one" and NOW would be the beginning of "OUR time" ....

2) my present self sitting there, shaking my head, feeling extremely embarrassed about how could I have been THIS STUPID??? But then, my present self knows exactly that my former hippie self was so much hoping for a "saviour", for as a hippie I had read Yogananda's "autobiography of a yogi" ... so my romantic and idealistic traits had put all hopes and wishes on THIS figure! So, I don't blame myself, but rather, in my fantasy, take my younger self into my arms, comfort it (her), and try to integrate this whole episode into my wealth of life experience(s).

Let me know if or when there's something I can contribute.