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MY STORY
The goddess in the orange robes
Here is the Introduction to my memoirs…
I first saw Quennie, (The name she would embrace a decade later) around 1992, at a weekend New Age Convention at the Hilton Hotel in NYC.
I was talking to a Yogi friend of mine in his booth. He was a 60 plus guy with the kind of orange yoga clothes that pegged him as a disciple of Rajneesh (Osho). He had that “look”. A white guy, gray dreadlocks, a pear shaped body, earrings, pierced nose etc.
Just a little background here. Rajneesh, known later as Osho by his followers was the Guru that had built a commune in Antelope, Oregon, created chaos and was finally deported from the USA. Rajneesh’s disciples were known to get sexual on a mood. I had been with one who I met in an elevator. She decided that she liked me and blocked the door as it opened on my floor. She was wearing orange robes like my Yogi friend. All I said to her was “I’m about to have some big fun aren’t I?” She nodded, in the affirmative, and so it went. I remember her fondly.
