From Abracadabra to Zombies
reader comments: Rama
19 May 1998
My name is Pam, I was married to Rama, known to me as Fred or Freddy, as his father
called him. He was just a guy in his 20's with long-term acne and braces when I met
him. Making dulcimers and coloured candles for head shops......but reflective and
intense....strangely disconnected to anything happening on this plane. We wed, moved to
Storrs, Connecticut where he was majoring in English, got divorced about two years later,
the rest is history. Believe it or not, he wanted to be celibate for purification
purposes. "Give me a break." He stayed with
Sri Chinmoy for
enough time to see that that kind of a "gig" was very appealing. E.g.,
develop a powerful mystique, get a good promotion agent and a theme, bingo, you're self-supported, wined, dined and sexually serviced. But, still it was too bad he went the
way he did. I always felt he was just a lonely little boy, just like when he was
growing up. Neglected and misunderstood and crying out for attention.
He definitely was one of the stranger men in my life.
Pam Broiles
Rama
