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My Tray of Hors D’oeuvres is Empty
Food for beyond thought for anyone hungry to know what’s real
I have been a student of Prem Rawat since 1971. For the past 53 years, inspired by the feeling of deep peace and gladness he has awakened in me, I have been attempting, in various unsuccessful ways, to describe who he is.
In the beginning, my descriptions were extremely effusive. Borderline inflated, you might say, and tinged with a hint of the zealot — not unlike the poetry of one in love for the first time and badly in need of an editor.
Charming? For sure. Engaging? You bet. Attention getting? That, too. But also confusing to anyone sincerely wanting to understand what the big deal was all about.
In time, like wine, I have mellowed, no longer ruled by the need to label, define, and explain. It’s a game I choose not to play any more.
What does Prem say when people ask him who he is? “Just a human being — a mirror that helps people see their true reflection at that moment in time.” This has been my experience completely. Allow me to be more specific…
