I thought that people here might be interested in a little backround about Olivia
and how I came to be one of the few in the world that had that experience.
In 1974, I was living in Hollwood, Ca. Olivia was then Olivia Areas. She had not
yet met George. My girlfriend at the time Danna was great friends with Olivia's
sister Linda. One day we went over to the ashram that Linda was living in, of Maharaji, whose name is Prem Rawat.( Maharaji no longer has ashrams, except in India)
Olivia was there visiting Linda.
Olivia was really excited and said to Linda, me and Danna. "I just had a dream that I am going to marry George Harrision."
Olivia asked if anyone knew where she could get a job as a secretary.
Barry Richards, a freind of Olivia, was then a recording engineer with A&M records. I heard through the grapevine that Barry had talked to George about
putting his soon to be record company "Dark Horse Records", at A&M.... the way I heard it was that
Barry put an ad in the paper looking for a secretary for A&M. Someone saw it and got it to Olivia, maybe Barry, or Linda, I don't remember.
So Olivia got the job and someone positioned her desk in front of Georges office door...so everyday comming to work George had to go past Olivia's
desk....George started bringing Olivia flowers, and the rest is history.
Now it is 1978 and Maharaji is having a program in Europe, and I go....
I had entertained the idea of visiting her on the way back to America, where Maharaji was having a 3 day campout in Kissimee Florida.
I decided to go to Amsterdam first and visit some friends. I told them that I was working on a rock opera with Danna
My friend Bobby,In Amsterdam, told me that he knew a set designer, Alan Jones, who had
worked on the set design with Star Wars.....
and that maybe he could help with the vision. Danna had a vision while she
was at Maharaji's residence and she had drawn elaborate sets from that
vision, the color drawings of which, I had with me. Danna was obsessed
with "the Opera" as she called it.
I had written some songs in Hollwood and Barry Richards had engineered them. Magic happens all the time when you are on the road to see
Maharaji and so when Bobby gave me the phone number of Alan
I decided to give him a call when I got to England,
So I did. On the phone, Alan asked me if I could paint. Yes, I said.
Artistic painting, Alan? "No housepainting." he replied
."Yes I can".. Alan said he had fallen and broken or
sprained his ribs. I told him that I wanted him
to look at my poetry and see if he thought that it might fit
into a Rock Opera, and that in exchange I would paint the carriage
house that he and his wife Rachael were living in.
He said that he would come in a car and pick me up at Victoria Station, I believe it was. I asked how long and he said 1/2 hour, I think. So I agreed.
I told him that I had long hair, past my shoulders and that I was about 6
foot 1 and brown eyes, and described what I was wearing, jeans and
Alan arrived and brought me somewhere I knew not, it was dark and I
just remember gong through these big iron gates. Then we drove up this
big ashpalt (tarmac) road, and arrived at the carriage house.
When I woke in the morning,
I bumped into Alan and I asked him, where are we. We are
in Henley, on the Thames......at George and Olivia Harrisons.
Whoa...I said, he said yeah, this carriage house is called the "Middle
Anyway, I asked Alan if Olivia and George were there, yeah , they're
here but, and again, this was a long time ago. I think Alan
said that George was recording Art Garfunkel, to complete
his obligation to produce X amount of people for Dark Horse.
I was aquainted
with Olivia...and I really wanted to see her. Her vibe was
always blissful and of course I wanted to meet George.
Alan was more concerned to complete his promise to
George to paint the carriage house before he and Rachael
moved to America. Everyone was excited to spend 3 days
camped outside with Maharaji. Alan and Rachael were
going and I asked if Olivia was going and Alan said
So Alan told me that George specifically wanted the
Middle Lodge painted Krishna colors So the
paint was handed to me and I began work.
Of course,I only began after
Alan had looked at my poetry. He said that he had
a couple of scripts that he had written and that if
George and Hand Made films, picked them up, he
would put me in the studio and pay for it, that he
liked my poetry that much. I thanked him and began
to paint the inside of George and Olivia's carriage
house, the Middle Lodge. It was really an amazing
experience, Imagine, getting to paint Beatle George's
house. I got really high on this service.
I had been working all morning, and it was nearing
lunch, when I stepped outside for a break and this
limo started comming down the road, with the windows
down, it was a beautiful sunny day and the birds were
singing away. I had taken off my shoes so that I wouldn't
get paint on them and was barefoot, long hair and wouldn't
you know it, George and some people were in the limo and
driving past me...George peeked out wondering who the "hippie"
was that was at the middle lodge. But they were all gone so
fast, off to the local pub, most likely....so I went back insde and
picked up the brush again. did a little more work and put down the
brush. The next thing I knew, Olivia was standing there in front of me
and I just said, "Hi Olivia" like it had been a few days , rather than a few
years since I had seen her. I remember saying "so Olivia, your dream came
true" She looked at me and said "You're Danna's boyfriend......was, I corrected her.......I told her that I was painting the carriage house ....not
like she couldn't see the paint on my hands....."have you eaten? No I said
"Are you vegetarian?" yes I said.....I'll be right back....
So next thing you know, Olivia brought me a plate of vegetarian, Indian food.
Which I was a big fan of and was I ever hungry.....Alan and Rachael had
appeared by then.....I'll be right back again", she said
She came back with a baby, and asked me if I wanted to hold it. "Is this yours and Georges? I asked. Yes, she said, as I was holding the baby, which
couldn't have been more than a few weeks old. Olivia was radiant and she
looked remarkable for just having had a baby. His name is Dhani..(pronounced
like Donny).......George wants to raise him up in Krishna consciousness, she
said....we are thinking about getting a place in Australia......then she took
him from me, after I had a chance to look into his eyes, hold him and feel his
love, and let him feel mine.....such an incredible experience and I will never forget the feeling and I will always be grateful to be one of the handful of people that ever had the experience. Olivia blessed me that day and I will be
forever grateful to her because it is one of the highlights of my life thus far.
I asked Olivia if she was going to see Maharaji in Kissimee and camp out with
us......I'll be there she said....I'll see ya there, I'm leaving tomorrow." I said.
So the next day, Alan took me all around the grounds of the residence and if
I'm not mistaken, he told me that George's brother kept the gardens, and that
George loved helping out when he could.
I had to get to Florida and so left the next day, without ever meeting him but
another thing that I will never forget was when George and friends, perhaps
Art Garfunkel, drove past in that limo and George gave me a perplexed look , kinda like.....there's a hippie at the Lodge, I wonder who it is"
A few years later, I had one of the most vivid dreams of my life, I was
in a really nice living room with a few of the Krishna devotees, chanting
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishn Hare Hare Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare....
We finished and then in comes George Harrison with his guitar and he sits
down and starts playing "Here Comes the Sun"......It was so real...just as if
I had been there...
The last time I saw Olivia, was in Kissimee Florida, a day or so later, at the
outdoor Hans Jyanthi, a festival in honor of the birth of Sri Maharaji, Maharaji's father who had been a perfect master in India, before him.
Anyway, Olivia pops up in front of me.....I was selling girls sun hats, that
some premi (means lover in Hindi, and Maharaji calles us that ...it means to
me, lover of the truth within, that Maharaji reveals to sincere seekers, in the world.) had wholesaled me a dozen hats....I had sold a few and here comes Olivia, How much are those, she asked as she tried one on...."free for you Olivia" I said......."are you sure, I can pay for it" ......she said with those beautiful dark eyes twinkling away......free to you Olivia....
great, thanks......."Is George here?......"No he didn't come." Too bad, I said...
anyway, have fun...."I will" is the last thing she said, and I haven't seen her
If anyone can put me in touch with her, besides
giving me the Henley adress, which I have, but
have never written because I am sure that she
gets lots of mail and doesn't have time for all of
it...........I would love to talk to her again and
meet Dyani, now that he is grown up...
in peace and with love, from Haight/Ashbury, Ca.
Bruce Allen Archer (visit poetry.com, type my name in the find a poet window).....write me, tell me which you like the best.....you too Olivia, Dhani..
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