About a week before I left Myrtle Beach, I toyed with the fantasy of appearing on the radio in Phoenix ... but preliminary inquiries got me nowhere, and I finally rejected the idea as impractical, especially since I had no idea which stations to contact, or how to do it. The very next day, a Baba-lover from Hayden, Arizona, thoughtfully sent me a road map of Arizona in anticipation of my visit. Interestingly, the map included a list of all 11 radio stations in Phoenix. I detected a slight hint that perhaps I shouldn't have given up so easily. So a few days before my trip I consciously entrusted the situation to Baba, and called Phoenix long distance, hoping to talk to some newspaperman who might know which station might be interested in interview guests.
In a very amusing initial episode, the telephone operator refused to connect me with just "any newspaper." Sorry, I can't do that, sir"… "OK, then give me the largest newspaper" ... "I'm sorry, sir, we're not allowed to give out that information"… "Well, then just pick one" .."I'm sorry, sir, I'm not allowed to do that" .
Finally I got her to connect me with the first one listed in the phone book, viz. The Phoenix American — not a major newspaper there! As a matter of fact, I was a bit taken back when their switchboard girl told me they handled radio and TV as well. I was then switched to someone who answered my queries by listing the most likely stations. I quickly sent off three special delivery letters, giving my Dallas stopover as a return address. Just before I was about to leave Myrtle Beach, I received a phone call from Phoenix inviting me to appear on the air for five hours — they just "happened" to be having a mild LSD crisis at one of the universities! Of course, the only day I could be in town seemed just right to the program director of Station KXIV. As far as I know, the other two stations never replied to my letters.
My day in Phoenix arrived and I spent the last four hours on the most popular evening "talk show." Somehow, I and the commentator (who was slightly cynical and very unmystical) got talking about the evolution of consciousness. I think it started when he began giving examples of opposites, "like finite-infinite." Did I leap on that one — "Wait! the Infinite must include the finite ..." and we were off.
The fantasy ... the map ... the phone call . . . the timing . . . the topics brought out — all these could have been coincidental. Somehow, I just don't think so. And where was Station KXIV located? In the midst of the largest office building complex in Phoenix ... MAYER CENTRAL PLAZA! Gentle rays, perhaps, from his Cosmic Grin.
Neither of these two incidents are necessarily notable in themselves.