He then encouraged
them both to enroll in a computer science Master's program at UCLA,
and to gradually phase me out as the poster and newspaper
distribution coordinator.
One night in a restaurant in Los Angeles, Rama's story about wanting
to help women took on a new twist. He had invited me to dinner
with Nick and Sarah, a handsome young couple who acted in Hollywood
and who had recently joined the Centre. When the waitress came
to take our orders, Rama began waving and curling his hand.
Moments later, as the waitress was walking away, Nick asked,
"What were you doing with your hand, Rama?"
"I was sending her sexual pleasure directly through the inner worlds,"
he replied, glancing at Sarah now and again.
Stories of "Rama and the Enlightenment of Women" were all
the more startling, I found, when narrated by Rama himself.
There was the one, for instance, about Sue.
"Sue once came in my room," Rama told me, "took off
all her clothes, and flung herself on me. 'Please don't
make me go home and masturbate, Rama,' she kept saying,
but I just sat there and meditated on the Infinite, until I entered samadhi."
There was the one about Harry, the main character from Lolita,
one of Vladimir Nabokov's novels. "The point of Lolita,"
Rama explained to me, "is not that Harry repeatedly slept
with a fourteen-year-old after kidnapping and drugging her.
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