I guess the peak of my fervour was in the early to mid seventies when I was at my all-out devotional best.  I remember a local Vicar coming round to Stoke ashram, where I then lived and him and me talking God all evening.  There was nobody else in the place since they'd all gone off to a program and I was left guarding the fort.  I really felt that I was on a mission back then.

If Maharaji really had been the Lord of the Universe, we would have swept the world in a few years.  As things started to go badly wrong in the mid seventies we unfortunately couldn't see the writing on the wall and I guess we kept in there, not realising that the changes being made to DLM and premies were Maharaji's frantic attempts to keep the money rolling in - see Bob Mishler's interview for more about this.

When something is instilled in you in your teens and early twenties ( I received k when I was nineteen) it takes a lot to disbelieve it.  I wonder how many people there are who still believe Maharaji is the Lord?  I really don't understand premies like yadot1 (what kind of a name is that?) and don't know where they're coming from.  They're beyond my comprehension.  Either they weren't around in the early days or they have amnesia.  I mean, they couldn't be blatantly lying, could they.