The biography of Ida Rolf’s eccentric yoga teacher
Excerpt
‘The Great Oom’
By ROBERT LOVE
Published: April 14, 2010
From: The New York Times
Pierre Arnold Bernard, the first American yogi and a spiritual hero to members of the Lost Generation, was conducting a tour of his property for Joseph Mitchell of the New York World-Telegram. “A place of mystery,” Mitchell called it. “On summer afternoons townspeople crowd about the estate and look through the edges as the solemn students of Sanskrit go through their Oriental calisthenics. Small boys dare each other to go through the gates.”
In 1931, when Mitchell trained his eyes on him, Bernard was fifty-six years old and at the pinnacle of his influence, commanding the loyalty and devotion of four hundred elite, educated followers. These men and women came to his ashram on the Hudson River, two hundred acres of leafy real estate in Nyack, New York, that included a zoo, a yacht, airplanes and a dozen mansions that Mitchell could only describe as the “English countryside estates one sees in the moving pictures.” Bernard had made his fortune teaching yoga, and his students made up a Who’s Who of American life: college presidents, medical doctors, ministers, a spy or two, theologians, heiresses, a future congresswoman, famed authors and composers — some of the wealthiest and most influential people in the world. Doctor Bernard, they called him, and like a benevolent physician he ministered to their needs, body and soul. He sheltered them, entertained them and gathered them together to teach them the art of living. They stood on their heads for him, worked in his fields, sang in his theatrical productions and performed in elaborate, professional-level circuses for his approval. Some of them came to delve deeply into hatha yoga and the philosophy behind it, some for romance and fresh air, some for the Bernard cure, having been abandoned by hospitals and mental institutions. These he literally led back from ruination — from ledges of despair, lethal addictions and Great War nightmares. How he managed to do this has remained his closely guarded secret. Bernard’s gravitational pull was far more powerful than his appearance. His grey-blue eyes, close-set above a long, tapered nose, gave his countenance a perpetually skeptical cast. He was not classically handsome, but a natural athlete, at ease on the tumbling mats and baseball diamond and possessed of fantastic stores of energy. He could be learned or crude or nineteenth-century courtly, but to shake his hand was like touching a high voltage current. To Joe Mitchell, Bernard looked like nothing less than an American success story, a hero of the Great Depression, rambling over his landscaped acres in his tweeds.
Pierre Bernard may have been one of the more celebrated Americans of the 1920s and 1930s, but early in the century he bore the burden of notoriety as “the Omnipotent Oom, Loving Guru of the Tantriks” the very model of the licentious, greedy Svengali. In those days he was labeled a big-city charlatan, a fraud, a seducer of young girls, a spiritual con artist. He was accused of orchestrating sexual orgies, performing abortions, hypnotizing wealthy female benefactors (and beautiful poor ones, too), and fleecing veterans of their savings. The police raided his yoga schools and clubs on numerous occasions, and the Federal government kept his dossier on file. His nickname, the Great Oom, was an epithet that would stay with him for life
