After Salter posted her testimony in December 2019, she reached out to old friends and confidantes for support. One was Danny Kastner, who as a first-year lawyer represented her request for compensation after she left the group in poverty and ill health. Kastner assured Salter of his support going forward. When I later contacted him to verify the details of his legal work for Salter, he told me that he’d grown up in Sivananda yoga, had moved away from the group as a young adult, and suggested that Salter’s story was the tip of an iceberg.

After our exchange, Kastner called up Nadine, one of his best friends from the summers he spent in the group’s Kid’s Camp at Val Morin, 60 miles northwest of Montreal. He had borne witness to her story since they were teenagers a quarter-century before. He told her about my investigation and gave her my contact information. One of the first things Nadine said when I spoke to her by phone in mid-January was that she was shocked to hear that Reddy was abusing others, not to mention recently. She’d always thought she was the only one, and that it was ancient history.

Now 39, Nadine was eight years old in July 1989, the summer her parents first brought her to Kid’s Camp. Mom and Dad were interested in vegetarianism, yoga, and meditation, and it seemed like a wholesome family getaway. As schoolteachers, they were recruited for childcare tasks and activity supervision. The camp kids were an international bunch — from Israel, Russia, Hungary — and their natural camaraderie seemed to reflect the universalist message of Nair’s yoga. They slept about 12 to a tent, separated by gender and grouped by age. They went canoeing and tramped through the forests. But they also followed a disciplined schedule that mirrored the adult program of daily yoga and meditation sessions. Nadine remembers that first July and the five that followed as the highlight of her year, every year.

Nadine said that when she turned 12, the simple pleasure of Kid’s Camp began to be overshadowed by increasingly confusing encounters with Reddy, a prominent 26-year-old staff member at the time. When August came around, her family would stay on at the ashram, finishing up their staff duties. As one of the only kids hanging out, Nadine was assigned to work in Reddy’s office.

“I just cannot remember how it started,” Nadine said. She described that at some point it became common for Reddy to ask to massage her, and she would comply. “I do remember that it seemed normal. It didn’t seem weird.” Nadine explained that there was a culture of innocent touch and massage among the teens and pre-teens at the ashram. For a while, she said, Reddy’s behavior seemed to fall within that spectrum. But she also remembers feeling uncomfortable when they were alone and strange that he would touch her butt. “I felt like I was supposed to accept it,” Nadine said. “But I didn’t like it.”

One day, Nadine woke up from a nap with him lying directly on top of her. “That was the nail in the coffin,” she said.

Nadine also remembers that age-inappropriate talk became a regular occurrence. Reddy praised her body, Nadine said, and told her about things he had done with other women. He complimented her as a hard worker, comparing her favorably to other girls, who he put down. It was all uncomfortable, Nadine said. “But I also felt a sense of importance. I felt like ‘He’s sharing this with me, I must be really mature,’” she continued. At the time, Nadine said Reddy was “extremely popular. He’s very charismatic. So all the kids — they wanted to be close to him.”

Nadine said Reddy’s boldness escalated over time. He intensified the innuendo. He took her on errand runs in the car and crudely compared her body to the bodies of other girls. While she was working — cleaning or painting the temple — he would walk by and casually touch her breasts. Bizarrely, he also started verbally degrading her, saying things that made her feel confused, ugly, and ashamed of her body. “It’s ridiculous that, at 15, I didn’t have the comprehension that what he was doing was so horrible,” Nadine said.

While she was at his house one day, Nadine said Reddy had her lie down so that he could massage her, and he then unclipped her bra. Reddy’s wife — with whom Nadine was close — came home unexpectedly, and he leaped up from sitting on Nadine and vanished into the bathroom. “I really felt scared,” Nadine says, remembering that was the moment it all became clear. “I felt like I was doing something wrong. Like I had been complicit with things that were wrong.” Reddy’s wife did not respond to an email request for comment.

The next summer, Nadine says, after she saw Reddy paying attention to a younger girl, she told her story to her friends. Danny Kastner was among them. Sometime later, Nadine says, Mark Ashley, a Sivananda administrator, phoned her to discuss what he’d heard. His daughter was part of Nadine’s group. Ashley told Nadine that she should speak with the Sivananda lawyer. “I was angry with him,” Nadine told me. “I remember him telling me that I was very angry and that I shouldn’t be angry. Why was I so angry?”

“It was awful. I remember not feeling safe, not feeling good,” Nadine said. “I remember telling him that Prahlad shouldn’t be there.”

The last time Reddy assaulted Nadine was when she was 17. While visiting Toronto for a few weeks that summer, Reddy and his wife invited Nadine to stay with them in their quarters at the Sivananda center. While there, Nadine helped mind their young daughter. His behavior toward her hadn’t changed, she said. He would try to grope at her breasts while she was working at the computer, but she grew increasingly defiant. One day, she woke up from a nap with him lying directly on top of her. “That was the nail in the coffin,” she said. She got up and called Kastner to ask him to pick her up.

Kastner remembers picking Nadine up that day. “I was furious about what happened to her,” Kastner wrote in an email. “I’ve only become angrier over the years in seeing the organization’s refusal to take responsibility.”

Years passed. Nadine became a mother. Nadine’s own mother continued to volunteer for Sivananda from time to time. At the request of Reddy, she traveled to one of the ashrams in India to help with a training course. But when she got back, Nadine couldn’t keep silent any longer.

“Prahlad had broken our trust,” Nadine’s mother said in an interview, recalling her feelings when Nadine first told her the story. “I couldn’t believe that he had continued molesting my daughter every summer.” She took great care to not shame Nadine. “I’ve always said to her that she’s not the person responsible for what happened,” she said. “I felt terrible. For her and for us.”

In an interview, Nadine’s father told me that upon hearing her story, he drove from Montreal to Val Morin to address the leaders. “I realized he was a sick individual,” he said, remembering his confrontation with Reddy, “because he had said ‘Yes, that happened a long time ago. We were both young.’”

Nadine recalls receiving a handwritten letter of apology from Reddy. When the letter arrived, the whole family read it. Nadine remembers Reddy suggesting that the abuse “was a mutual thing, like we were both young and did stupid things that we regret. I remember it upset me and made me feel like I was complicit in it and that it was something to be ashamed of.” Disgusted, she threw the letter away.