I think I've talked about this in pieces, so here's the lurid, sensational, sad and ironic history as I recall it.  I'm sure I did meet you, and I actually have an image of someone I think might be you, but there were so many people in Miami at that time.

In 1979, I was asked by Dennis Marciniak (then President of EV) to quit my job in Chicago and transfer from the ashram there to Miami, to be part of IHQ of EV.  I had been in Chicago almost 3 years at the time, and had a good job with a law firm downtown.  I was ashram housefather, but also having a hard time as it was Rawat's Dark, Catholic, Devotional Period as you know.  Since I was not a gopi, and had a hard time relating to Rawat the person, was kind of repulsed by his form and his incoherent speech, I had a hard time listening to all the satsang about "longing for" and "loving the feet of" Rawat.

When I got to Miami I lived at the Broadripple.  My "service" was supposed to be to help develop cult businesses, but everything got sucked into the plane project at that time, so I spent most of my time trying to find people to donate money to the project, help the communites figure out how to raise money for it (they were lied to and told it was for a "world tour" but they were busily doing bake sales and car washes), and trying to find people (ie "bodies") to come work at the plane project and a couple of the other businesses that were beginning in Miami. (Tofu factory, security business, construction company, etc.).  EV was also  just moving to Miami from Denver.  I also looked for a building to house EV and I actually found the Alton Road office where it ended up.  It was an old A&P Supermarket building that had later been a savings and loan (one that probably went under).  So it had this kind of banking lobby and then offices in the back.

I remember spending time at what became DECA, and this was before they were in the big complex in Hialeah.  I dealt a lot with Michael Black, Randy Berringer, Hession and others.

Anyhow, EV was in crisis mode because the were flat broke.  All the money was going to the plane and to support Rawat's lavish lifestyle.  For example, there now had to be a palacial "residence" in Miami for Rawat and his brood, as well as for the sychophantic and clueless, and almost completely out of touch with reality,  Raja Ji and Claudia.  Took huge megabucks.  Plus, many of the ashram premies who were making money in the provinces were sent to Miami to work as slaves, and were no longer bringing in dough, and had to be fed.  So not as much money was coming in either.

So, after being at the Broadripple for a few months, and doing my "service" such as it was, IHQ made some cutbacks to save money, and I got sent to Washington DC to be the community coordinator.  I liked being in DC, and the people there, SO much more than Miami.  I had a relatively good time there.

Anyhow, at some point, Jim Hession flew up to DC to arrange for Rawat to fly back into the US from Europe with some private jet they had rented, and we spent time going to Dulles Airport to find out all the landing arrangements.  Hession looked like he was completely fried, probably hadn't slept in months, and I remember he slept in the car as I drove him around.  Anyhow, we also arranged to get thousands in cash from some premies, to have it available so Rawat could be properly treated to the luxuries he was used to, should he have to sustain the difficult hardship of having to stay overnight in the DC area, in the most luxurious hotel suite available.

Turned out that Rawat was able to fly directly back to Miami, so none of that came to pass.  Anyhow, Hession was "impressed" with me and asked Marciniak if I could go to DECA.  I remember when Dennis called me, I DID NOT WANT TO GO, but of course, I was an ashram premie, and I was to do what I was told.  I also want to say that Dennis was a helluva nice guy, very moral and ethical from what I ever saw, and he was very nice about all this, but at the time Rawat was criticizing EV and promoting DECA, and so Dennis really had no choice. 

So, I arrived in Miami a few weeks later, and was assigned to sleep on the floor of a room with FOUR other prmies in the particularly scummy "Algiers" Hotel.  What a pit.  I slept on the floor for a few months.  Not even a foam mat, just the carpeted (dirty) floor. At some point I moved back to the Broadripple where I actually slept in a bed..

Anyhow, I was assigned to the "legal department" which then became "finance/legal" at one point. It seemed to me that Hession and a few of the other honchos spent at least half their dime doing organizational charts, changing boxes, names, and Hession was absolutely possessive of those charts.  They were like holy scripture to him.  It did not appear that a whole lot was actually happening, but there seemed to be premies everywhere running around doing...whatever it was.

I worked with this nice, but completely-out-of-his-league hippie lawyer who got sent there from Boulder (I think he did landlord tenant law or something there), and with Linda Gross (who was then an attorney for the "office of Guru Maharaj Ji" and now President of EV)  in doing a lot of the corporate law arrangements  for DECA, which was at first "IMMCO" and then became "DECA" and the plane was owned by a bunch of shell corporations, etc., etc.  Linda did most of the corporate minute stuff.  Linda was also a really new lawyer, and I think a somewhat new premie.

I and the hippie lawyer used to also do aviation law research and we used to go to the University of Miami Law Library for that. 

I was also personally assigned the job of finding out what licenses and permits DECA needed to operate legally, since it had NONE.  I remember it was hard to do the work, because often the phones didn't work, you had to scrounge to get a car to go to City Hall (the cars seemed to be used for almost nothing than to get people to the chiropractor), etc.  It was nuts, completely inefficient, and would not in any way have existed if they had to pay wages or expenses.

So, I spent a lot of time on the phone, and at various govt. offices in Dade County.  I reported dutifully to Hession, that DECA was violating every law in the book, and that operating with, for example, no workers comp insurance would get us shut down in a second if the state ever found out.  We also lacked all the proper permits to do the kind of work being done, OSHA reporting, etc.

Workers comp. insurance (or proof of it) was required to get almost any permit.  And workers comp. insurance required an employer ID number, and the premium is based on payroll, and well, DECA didn't have any, nor was it withholding income taxes, paying social security, you name it, DECA was NOT doing it.  I reported all these problems, all of which would have been expensive to deal with, and DECA was just scratching by with big influxes of cash from Elan Vital's fundraising (partly coordinated by me in my earlier EV incarnation.)

Plus, if Florida found out that all these people were ostensibly working as "volunteers"  they would have investigated, and even in Florida, slavery is illegal, and even "volunteers" require workers comp insurance, etc.  The problems were endless, and we were trying to play catch up, and all we could really do is just try to raise more money to keep the lights on, and try to give the Lord what he wanted.  Obviously, Rawat did not bother his big head with any dangers his premies might be encountering.

So, a while later, Hession "fired" me (he didn't say "fire," he was saying that I didn't know how to "serve Guru Maharaj Ji" and how I was more interested in serving the other premies than Maharaji and that I was better off in "a community.")

I don't know if you recall, but Rawat was at that time saying that the premies at DECA were better than other premies, that they really understood service, or something.  This was repeated over and over, and really made me kind of ill.  So, many of the premies at DECA felt better or special, or privileged, and I think this was really internatlized.  So, being fired from there was a real put down, but I was secretly glad to get out of there, to tell you the truth.  It was so nuts, and I saw so many premies being abused in the way they were expected to work and the demands put on them.

So, by the end of 1979 or early 1980, sometime after the 1979 Kissimee swamp festival, they made me the community coordinator in Miami, replacing Booth Dyess, who could not wait to get out of that completely thankless job.  I remember Booth didn't even meet with me for any kind of transition.  He just split and went to work for Joe Anctil and his premie travel agency "AITTA," and the next time I saw booth he was delivering Joe Anctil's dry cleaning.

I did have two wonderful people on the staff, who became good friends.  Two wonderful people, Nancy Bloom and Eric Bergland.  They both were really funny and could make me laugh.  Those people really helped in an otherwise pretty awful situation, which I won't go into.

 I still went to lots of the satsang at DECA, when Rawat came there, and for other "events," but I actually began to kind of despise DECA, and way it kind of bulldozed over everything, and looked down on the community premies. 

As CC my office was in the IHQ building on Alton Road, and so I was kind of still in the belly of the beast.  That's where I saw, all the illegal emergency fundraising, when people came back to the office with briefcases full of cash (hundreds of thousands on a couple of occasions) for the plane project, and we depositied it no more than $10,000 at a time to avoid reporting under the treasury rules.

And I still lived in either the Broadripple or the "Surfside" hotel with all the DECA people, until some time later I found ashrams in Coral Gables for the official "Miami ashram."

Near the end of 1980, I got sent to San Francisco, and I was kind of on my way out of the cult by then, although it took a couple more years.  At Rawat's birthday party celebration in December, 1980, (or was it Holi in 1981? it was definitely at the Miami Airport) I was given a tour of the plane, which was almost completed at that point.  That's when I saw the gold toilet, the computerized shower, the vaguely Middle Eastern motif, and all the rest.