A few years ago after George Harrison died, many TV and radio networks ran remembrances of him. One was an interview that Mike Douglas did with George back in the late ’60s. Douglas was asking questions of George trying to gain some insight into his true persona, about which he was always quite guarded. It went something like this:
“You’ve often been referred to as the quiet Beatle,” Douglas commented. “Why have you been reluctant to reveal more of your personal side, to let us see more of the real you?”
With a wry smile on his face, George replied elgantly and simply in his quaint Liverpool accent, “Because the real me is the same as the real you.”
George clearly got it (although I’m not sure Mike Douglas or many viewers did). Underneath all the personalities and egos and dramas, we’re really all the same One. That’s the level at which he operated.
It’s no secret that George was deeply inspired by Hinduism. He was a deeply sensitive person and once the initial rush of Beatles success wore off, his sensitivity led him to higher meaning in spirituality. He was the first to express reservations about the craziness and potential danger in touring, which led the Beatles to quit it in 1966.
The stress of being a highly sensitive person embroiled in the midst of Beatlemania solidified George’s self-medication with tobacco, an addiction which eventually cost him his life. In accordance with his wishes, his ashes were sprinkled in the Ganges River–the ultimate final wish of all devout Hindus. By now George’s atoms have been distributed throughout the world’s oceans and reincarnated into myriad new life forms.
And so the quiet Beatle lives on.Print This Post