Someone posted that Prem and Raja Ji were hanging-out in an apartment rented by Marolyn and her housemate (Claudia?) well before she married the sixteen-year-old boy. I can easily picture what that scene must've been like with a much older woman and an underage fourteen/fifteen-year-old loaded with cash who was testing the limits of his newfound western lifestyle freedom. The whole scene reminds me of a certain Van Halen song.

Surely that apartment was the birthplace of all the double-life hypocrissy, secrecy, ex-rating and corruption that grew unabated throughout the next decade and beyond.

I think Marolyn was a complicit instigator - in on it from the beginning - and all that sap about crying like a forlorn gopi and eventually becoming our "mother" was nothing more than cover.

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As for "just the not telling us first felt like a betrayal," that's just like him not telling us first before he closed the ashrams.

For decades, Prem Rawat berated us for having concepts and putting him in a box. The truth is that he's the one who had as many concepts about premies as he berated them for having about him. I think he had utter contempt - a condescending disrespect at least - for premies and put them into a box.

That box was something like "premies are there to serve, do what I say, not screw things up, be thankful for what I've given them and be seen but not heard unless they're singing my praises (the true five commandments). I'm sick and tired of their idiotic questions. All they have to do is shut-up, stop thinking and stay out of my way. I mean, how hard can it be?"

He really had an ugly attitude towards people, or, as Mahatma Saphlanand used to say (sarcastically), an "attitude problem."