09/23/2023
Did a quick google search to see if any new pages might have been added to the internet on Michael. I noticed Dan Millman has added Michael in his "Four Mentors" section on his website
https://www.peacefulwarrior.com/fourmentors/
Dan describes Michael as "solely an oral teacher," which is not exactly true.
Michael gave hundreds of seminars and recorded all of them. Somewhere along the way, his tapes were either lost or hidden or just taken by one or maybe more people who had access - but those tapes could easily be transcribed for publication -- and if Michael had lived, I believe his books would be on the shelves.
I am finishing a memoir that captures my own ridiculously intense experiences with him and of him from 1973 when I was 12 to 1975 when I was 14. Obviously this is a window of my own experience only, but I do my best to bring Michael to life and show readers what and who he was - not only to me -- but who he was, period.
This is a photo of Michael that Dan posted - I think from the early 80s. I remember Michael as very blonde, not sure when his coloring changed, but his eyes are the same.
When I met him, Michael, 29, already had a son with Diane - a beautiful, blond
haired, blue eyed young woman, but no longer his partner.
I met Fay who at 19 moved to Philadelphia to live with Michael but who - after just a few months - ended up moving out to a separate space because, she said, Michael needed space.
I know of women who stayed up late with Michael at Gladwyne -- the Victorian style estate that he converted into a spiritual center -- and I know that all of these women felt he was “the one.”
It wasn't that Michael was any kind of "player," at all - in fact - with Sun, Mercury, Venus and Saturn all in Gemini - add to that Aquarius rising -- This was not a man made of flesh and bones but of air, thin air -- Michael was nothing if not focused thought.
For someone like me -- 12 years old -- already feeling repelled by the jeers and objectification I was getting from not only boys in seventh grade but the teachers -- the leering, the girls poking my chest to find out if "they were real," It was a relief to be around a man who seemed to have no sexuality at all.
I remember once he hugged me - which was rare for him -- he was not touchy feely, and then said, "Does that feel anything more to you than a brother and a sister?" But I couldn't contradict him. It was a rhetorical question. My father had been accusing me of having a dirty mind and dirty reasons for being around Michael's light center. Michael was trying to make me feel better.
All I felt was, one day, I don't know when or how, we will be more than this. And we were.
But in truth, the closeness that we had never needed to be physical. He was with me somehow in a way no one else ever has been or will be.
I am sure that anyone who ever was close to Michael feels that way too.
