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Perhaps Wikipedia should have a paragraph on rituals of the seventies: Holy Breath: Rawat's divine breath in your right ear sealed your relationship as a devotee. Prashad: Food that had been dedicated to Rawat was thereby sanctified and holy to eat. Bog Prashad was food that had actually come from Rawat's own plate. It was particularly holy. Just one grain of rice was significant. Charnamrit: Water that Rawat had dipped his feet in was also holy and distributed to premie communities with great solemnity. Each premie was given a tiny spoonful to drink after singing the ritual devotional song, arti, morning and night. Rawat's grace was considered so strong that even when the charnamrit was continually diluted to maintain the supply, it supposedly didn't matter. It was still holy. Rawat was everywhere, in everything anyway.
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Charnamrit Dilution: Whereby continuous dilution has no effect, or an enhancement effect upon the liquid in question. THis is related to homepathic medicine whereby continuous dilution makes a medicine stronger.LOL!!
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I wonder which came first, homeopathy generally or the charnamrit version? Perhaps Ron Geaves ....
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After all, he seems to know everything about everything.... to include ALL of the forces driving the homicide "demonstrators" (aka Terrorists) and such. This should be a piece of cake for the Premie Professor.
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Bog Prashad!
I never got any of that - must be why I didn't become enlightened. Who'd have thought it, bog prasad - hah!
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No enlightenment here....... Unless you count enlightenment as: losing the guru, removing the attachment to the concept of immortality, no longer seeing the multitude of spiritual fairytales as truth, dropping-in to everyday life, learning more about the universe (the real one, this time), enjoying the time with my wife/child and stuff like that.....Well, wait a minute, maybe I AM enlightened. Dang, now I have to get rid of more un-spiritual ego. Thanks alot! But as for eating teh Master's table scraps, all I can say is: Arf, arf! Pant, pant, drool, drool..... ARF!
Modified by NAR at Wed, Apr 19, 2006, 17:44:12
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thats when you get the doobie that just was just in the masters mouth....
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Yes, I remember this too, John! It was still happening in the early eighties--I know because I "received knowledge" in 1981, and had been told about this possibility, and was all excited and geared up to experience THIS too! So within the next couple of months I went to an event (it might have been DC, or The Festival of Light in Miami Beach) and yes, I was going to receive "Holy Breath". I was worried too, that I'd remember to do it right, and have my hand cupped around my ear, and it was all so intense, being in that darshan line, and afterwards when I sat down, I felt such a relief (which I construed as the special 'grace" etc.) but which was probably just relief that I'd done it and now I was on the next level of premiehood, or whatever!) I don't remember feeling any particular thing in front of "The Lord"--it all went so fast really. And anyway, I preferred to hear him speak, back then, rather than all that devotional hoopla. One of those unlit matches, I suppose!  ~shelagh p.s one breathes with one's ear, of course--doesn't one?!
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No really. I remember hearing a loud roar (which at the time I likened to Aslan's roar). Sort of fell over, vaguely remember being carried by two premies to the 'darshan room' and plonked down in front of a giagantic pic of Rawat on a cloud. I clearly remember thinking that I had been transported by Holy Breath to the 'realm' I was in before I was 'incarnated'. I was so out of my head that all I wanted to do was stay in that room forever. But I had 3 kids including a 3 week old baby, so I 'decided' to stay in my bodily form to look after them. This took place in Dortmund 1978, and retrospectively I wonder if the whole 'experience' had something to do with travelling on one of the usual bizarre modes of premie transport - this time a coach full of parents and children and binbags full of said childrens clothes. I lost the battle to sleep in the coach and was sent to kip in a large and cold army tent. Along with hubby and children. (Actually this was a luxury trip compared to the trip to Rome 1977 - that was on a bus with metal seat backs, lotsa kids, sleeping upright, bus hitting bridge at Italian border - after it was turned upside down for drugs - narrowly avoiding killing a family on the upper deck. That trip doubled up as my honeymoon, we shared a hotel room with another couple, and slept on the floor. Apparently Rawat was over our heads on a plane having a big tantrum cos he wasn't going first class).
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I know, Moley, I know...... it was because he really lit your match..... and we blew it out..... sorry 
Modified by NAR at Wed, Apr 19, 2006, 17:42:18
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Yes and Yes
Modified by moley at Wed, Apr 19, 2006, 17:47:35
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When I requested it, two things ran thru my head immeadiately afterward:(1) Was I holding my cupped hand over the corret ear? I couldn't remember and I really started to get all weird about it. (2) Did he "See" my request and blow in my general direction? You see, I was one of the lucky guys who got to experience a new way to have darshan at a major festival....... the "two foot" at Orlando! (3) Did he even see me? OH NO! (Try to go back up the tunnel to be sure..... oh, wait, there is no way I can get back.... ). Ah, well, there's always next time
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In the Wikipedia article, this is how darshan is explained: His early 1970s events featured the singing to him of Hindu devotional songs such as the arti[52 and the performance toward him of the Hindu devotional ritual of darshan. We "performed" darshan on him! My memories of darshan lines are about being nervous that my mind would wander and I'd be thinking about something terrible, like needing to pee, or something really horrid, like sex or masturbation or something, and M would know it because he could read my thoughts. It seemed that everyone (I was) practically hyperventilating in the seats in preparation for the final walk and then the dive for the feet. Other thing I remember is being so rushed through by the premies there, they really pushed us through, held us as we went for the tooties, and not in an always nice way either. Cartoon bubble: "There's gotta be at least $200K hard cash coming through today, I need that jet, I want that jet...what a bunch of suckers." Giving Holy Breath during the same darshan (in 'Elan Vital', Spring 1979, Volume III Issue 1 - page 11). 
Related link: Darshan photos on EPO
Modified by Cynthia at Wed, Apr 19, 2006, 18:26:48
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At the Amaroo event last year during an expressions event (for those of you who have been ex-premies for a while an expressions event is where individual premies get a chance to speak to Maharaji, no questions allowed) someone mentioned to Rawat that he hadn't yet received holy breath. Maharaji then from the stage gave this person holy breath. Kabir
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Kabir, Were you there? Are you willing to post this under your real name? I know I keep seeing smoking guns all over the place but I have to say "Here's one too!"
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Jim: I was there but I'm not willing to post under my real name, especially after reading Marianne's posts. Kabir
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Thank you for acknowledging my post above. I hope you will one day be able to share your identity with us and others so that we can learn all about your journey. Given what has happened to me and many others, I can understand your reticence. If you want, you can email me at MarianneDB@aol.com">MarianneDB@aol.com Marianne
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Kabir, Can you think of anyone else who was there who knows this happened who would be willing to say so?
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Jim: I know people who were there but as far as I know they are all still practicing premies who would not want to post on this site. If I hear of any who are leaving k and m I'll mention this to them. Kabir
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