I remember the power that was there when first I attended satsang in a major foreign city at the time. This was powerful stuff.

If only Maharaji had been some humble servant who gave people the tools to experience something beautiful within, and didn't hijack it to be him the Lord of All.

The time was IMO certainly ripe for a resurgence of something spiritual, after the deadlog of most of the 20th century and some time before.

It was mainly the queer direction that it took which was the problem.