I lived in a premie house just after Maharaji's marriage, and a student lady moved in who I virtuously took to satsang several times to save her.

She resisted this, and insisted on drawing me into a totally downward spiral of sexual investigation, while teaching me therewithin the extremely difficult guitar accompaniment to Suzanne.
Now, 30 years later, I still haven't mastered this.

I put this down neither to my laxity vis-a vis meditation nor my paucity of artistic assiduousness of the time.

I think that it is just a very difficult construction which defies most people.

If you have any particular insights on this, I'd be grateful to hear them.