On the Road to Prem Rawat
A story about my recent journey to attend his event in Miami
Three days ago, I flew from Albany to Fort Lauderdale on my way to attend a Prem Rawat event in Miami on March 5. This was not the first event of his that I have attended over the years and, hopefully, not the last.
Since 1971, when I first heard about him, I have listened to him speak in the following places: New York City, Boston, Philadelphia, Orlando, Montrose, Asheville, Dallas, Houston, Basking Ridge, Kansas City, Atlanta, Portland, Seattle, San Diego, Los Angeles, Malibu, Oxnard, Montreal, Toronto, Gainesville, Miami, Miami Beach, Denver, San Antonio, Washington D.C, Albany, Pasadena, Long Beach, Woodstock, Anaheim, Baltimore, Tucson, Phoenix, Kissimmee, Rome, Brighton, Amaroo, India, Kuala Lumpur and a bunch of places I cannot quite remember.
As you might imagine, I have been asked more than a few times why I have traveled so frequently to see him — the implied question always being “Don’t you already know what he is going to say?”
An understandable question, indeed.
Then again, one might ask the same question about a lot of things — why I’ve listened to Beethoven’s Fifth so many times, or looked up at the full moon more times than I can count, or eaten ice cream…
