Nikola Tesla Books
IN SEARCH OF NIKOLA TESLA The atmosphere of the party was warm and friendly and we chatted on into early evening. Puharich had yet to arrive but I sensed that an entrance was imminent for, amidst the talk of 'natural forces', 'holistic physics' and 'other spaces', eyes would dart towards the door at the other end of the room. I too was eager to meet the mysterious doctor for, from the remarks being passed about him, he appeared to be an exceptional man possessed of powers quite out of the ordinary. I had met and talked with several 'great men' during my life - Bertrand Russell, Paul Dirac, Werner Heisenberg, and even spent several days with a small group including the Indian thinker, J. Krishnamurti, who had, in his youth, been regarded as a god. Yet all these men appeared as people who were no more than human: exceptional in insight and intelligence they may have been but people all the same. I recalled that I had heard Menuhin play the Elgar violin concerto, and, on another occasion, saw Nureyev dance in Swan Lake. Both had appeared to transcend the limitations of their physical form yet I had no doubt that they too were mortal men. So what of Andrija Puharich? I glanced outside and noticed that the light had begun to fade. Soon after Andrew left the reception. Moments later a murmur ran through the room as heads turned towards the door. Puharich entered in the company of several others and walked briskly across the room. I got up from my chair and went over to what quickly became a throng of interested people. Finding myself on the outside of the group, I turned away and noticed a dark-haired woman who was pouring herself a drink. She looked up and smiled at me. I had seen her enter the room with Andrija Puharich. 'Are you a friend of Andrija's?" I asked. 'Yes, we travel together.' I offered to get her some food but she seemed content with a drink. I poured another for myself and asked her: 'Are you a colleague of Dr Puharich? I wonder what sort of an interest you've got in this Tesla business?" She laughed at me. 'No, I help Andrija with his experiments.' 'Really? What exactly do you do? Are you a physicist?' She smiled at me again. I'm his guide. I help him on his journeys.' I was a little puzzled but did not feel it polite to cross-question her. She 119
