I am depressed because I hate the fact that for nearly 25 years of my life I followed a fraud, Maharaji, who now calls himself Prem Rawat in a sneaky Public Relations guided effort to distance himself from his past as a blatant cult leader and hijacker of lives.

I am depressed because I believed all the B.S. from Maharaji (aka Prem Rawat) like stuff in said in 1997 that saving money for retirement in the future was pointless because the money would not be worth anything.  Regardless of whether that is true or not a 'Teacher' should never ever say anything like that to his students (aka devotees) while he makes every effort imaginable to live in unimaginable wealth and decadence.

I am depressed because it seems to me in the end Maharaji (aka Prem Rawat) will win this war with his critics through attrition where the ex-premies come and go and fade away like good soldiers, yet Maharaji has a limitless war chest of money, new schemes (Knoxville, Oxford, Harvard, the Tsunami Relief, the New Orleans Relief -coming soon!), lawyers, satellite TV shows, etc.

I am depressed because a creep and a bad guy like Maharaji (aka Prem Rawat)will go unpunished and will continue to make money off of the kindness and naivety of good decent people who will become to enmeshed and embarrassed to ever consider they've made the wrong choice in their lives and will instead follow the flow down the gutter and into the drain while, this charlatan bogus Lord of the Universe, becomes more and more corrupt, duplicitous, vain, and transparent.

I am depressed because Maharaji (aka Prem Rawat) and his corrupt organization will do whatever it needs to do to hide the monster molesters of children like Mahatma Jagdeo rather than admit to their mistake and make public apologies and reparations rather than to pay private hush money in order to protect their philandering drunken obnoxious arrogant and completey vile, foul mouthed and nasty cult leader, Maharaji (aka Prem Rawat).

I am depressed because Maharaji (aka Prem Rawat) will take advantage of World disasters like the Asian tsunami and probably soon the American Katrina hurricane disaster as a way to further his own agenda of making himself richer and more palatable instead of the creepy cult leader he really is who is not that much different that Jim Jones or Marshall Applewhite or David Koresh when push comes to shove.

I am depressed because Maharaji (aka Prem Rawat) flies around the world in his expensive green house gas producing private jet with his little pet poodle dog while friends of mine, who were once premies or are still premies, suffer and live with incredible problems and financial debt because of life choices they made while under the influence of a drunken teenager Lord of the Universe boy child from Hardwar, India.

I am depressed because the man child, Maharaji (aka Prem Rawat), and drunken cognac soaked Lord of the Universe has never grown up and has never admitted he made a lot of mistakes, who, instead, blames those who came to him without cheat or deceit, who wanted something good for themselves and good for this world.

I am depressed because the man child, Maharaji (aka Prem Rawat), is not faithful to his wife and his children and who instead must have a mistress and lie about it instead of divorcing and being honest and upfront about it.

I am depressed because the man child, Maharaji (aka Prem Rawat), and an internationally renowned speaker on the topic of peace and self-knowledge is now the subject of pseudo-college courses when he himself is nothing but an ignoramus who thinks that oil comes from Dinah Shores and who barely finished the 8th grade and who was considered by the Headmaster of Saint Joseph Academy to be a nothing more than a rich spoiled brat (so said my sister who actually visited St. Joseph Academy and spoke to the Headmaster back in the late 1970s.)

I am depressed because Maharaji (aka Prem Rawat) really does look like this and this is who he really is, a cheap corrupted and drunken Playboy: