Dorel Lavie, describes being sexually abused by Muktananda from the age of 16.
I Document to the best of my knowledge, my experience, living under the tyrannical rule of pedophile muktananda aka HE who should not be named, “He” for short in this contextIntroductionMy mother met He in the mid seventies, thereafter losing her faculties regarding our family home. As early as 8, I had an absent mother, spending most of her time in Ashram events. She had been Brain-Washed by He. I decided then, that she can never take me there.
In 1979 our family moved back to our family home in Israel. within a few months… my mother created an SYDA center our house. She also decided that the best thing for my life, would be to go live in India with He, who could “save me from life”.Without my consent… I boarded the Jumbo Jet with my fellow “devotees” (I didn’t know anyone) for my journey to India.. I arrived in India Dec 1981…By February, 1982, baba began to make advances towards me with made be begin to cringe… I thought this was a place to become a yogi. I took my practices seriously; waking up at dawn… hatha yoga, meditation, guru gita (a fundamental and mind controlling tactic), seva, school, seva, mediation, nightly chants…As He’s advances became more frequent, and his hands and peacock feathers touching places of my body that no one had touched before, I became more wary of him, and stayed as far as way as possible… however with He, that is not how it worked…. it became a daily event, at his behest.In the crescendo of my experience which was daily, from June until when he DIED. He began a program inviting all to meditate in the Samadhi shrine.It is there, I think he committed his most atrocious sexual advances on girls and women. During this time, He had two dorms above his house, the queenly dorm, and the special girls more common dorm. He systematically grabbed me from either location, while studying, mediating. He dragged me to His bedroom while trying to hide me from sevananda and nursie, stuffing me in his bed, making me suck on limp P, and forcibly undressing me and inserting his hands and fingers throughout my body I remember trying to exert control, this is when he tied my hands. When he was done, he would give me jewelry, and told me that if I say a word he would set out to kill me, and if he couldn’t find me, sevananda would I lived in fear during that time, and stopped participating. my hair turned white…. I kept doing seva and going to school… T raping, molesting, abuse did not subside until October on the day he died. This story that I have described, was known well around those close to Baba, and I know of at least 20 girls in our dorms, that we having the same “EXPERIENCE”