There is no Knowledge without Prem Rawat. Regardless of what he calls himself or what those associated with him call him, his presence in connection with “this Knowledge” is indisputable. To me it seems that difference  between being a premie and an ex is that an ex has no Prem Rawat to take into account (phew!)

 But in practice the situation turns out to be nowhere near as clear-cut as that. In that fact I think Rawat shows himself as utterly disingenuous (or wilfully blind). So do his premies, though they I believe have the possibility of waking up to the self-deception.

People become most attracted to people. At the centre of all religions there is the “Man”. Prem Rawat stands next to his Knowledge as just such a  “Man” He uses all the psychology associated with human relationship to support his cause, label this fact how you will.

The leap I took as an ex was to remove myself from such humanised “The Man centered” psychology of religion. In doing so I stirred up a deep hitherto unexamined mix in my psychic relationship loyalties, parent/child  mid states, religious instinct, and a whole heap more of passions.

Premies are still obviously held together by the glue of the above mix of religious passions. Mr Rawats presence organises the swamp for them and  as a result. they reinforce their own daily personas with  considerable (relatively) personal power, skill and religious insight. It is infuriating when premies  blithely and blandly say to me, an ex:

” Oh just walk away: I guess it just didn’t work for you That’s cool”.

Premies are patently (if unconsciously) held together from head to foot by the imature stuff I am struggling out of. And I am expected to just drop it overnight!

The huge inconsistency of a wide eyed premie casually advising me to disengage a process which is so obviously the very heart, soul, mortar and cement of their own psychic structure is outrageous flippancy and transparent defensive lying.

 Knowledge fuses self, guru and experience It is not easy to disentangle that glomp after years of such a mix-up...

Beware of Rawats bearing gifts

Love and patience

Bryn