The Heart of the Matter
September 30, 2018
Beyond Words

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Inspired by the recent five-day event at Amaroo and being on the unexpected receiving end of Prem Rawat's kind words about my writing, I have decided to take it up a notch and offer my services to anyone who reads this blog and wants to get their story out into the world.

The deliverable will be a 1,500 - 2,500 word article that will capture the essence of what it is you want to communicate. The topics? TBD: A life changing experience you've had. A rite of passage. A contribution you are making to society. A message of wisdom you want to leave behind for your children etc. This is not public relations writing, but public elations -- the celebration of something of value that you want to express in a memorable, meaningful way. My role will include coaching, advising, strategizing, feedback, writing, editing, social media, and possible publication.

While I'd love to be able to offer my services for free, I am not in a position to do so. In other words, there is a fee.

Intrigued? Want to know more? Email me and I will respond.


The Sprice of Freedom
A Beginner's Guide to Helping Orphans
Monika's Story

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September 26, 2018
VIDEO: Glowing Memories

For anyone who is faced with the lost of a loved one...


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September 21, 2018


GOOD NEWS! In honor of the International Day of Peace PeaceCast, is now LIVE -- steaming inspired peace-themed videos in both English and Spanish. Hats off to Michele Spinella and her team of highly dedicated volunteers to put out such a positive message of peace during these particularly troubling times. Please spread the word. Let your friends, neighbors and family know. PeaceCast's livestreaming will continue until September 22nd, 8:00 pm EST.

More about PeaceCast

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September 20, 2018


Every once in a while, something happens in my life that blows my mind, opens my heart and brings me back to square one -- though I am not all that sure about the geometry. Maybe it's a circle or a trapezoid I am being brought back to. Like the birth of my two children, for example. Or the time I almost drowned. Or just about any interaction I have with Prem Rawat.

I'm not exactly sure HOW this stuff works, but whenever I'm around him, everything gets amplified. The playing field expands and the experience I have takes on a proportion way beyond the normal scope of things. You know, "We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto."

Anyway, two weeks before the recent Amaroo event in Australia, I received an email -- along with everyone else on the Amaroo mailing list -- informing me that Prem was going to be answering some questions at the event and that if I wanted to submit one, all I had to do was respond to the email. Simple.

My first thought was "ain't gonna happen."

First of all, I didn't have any questions. And second of all, even if I did, the chances of Prem choosing my question were slim to none, given all the other questions likely to be submitted. Probably thousands. That rather arbitrary conclusion of mine lasted about a day. That's when a question, bubbling up from inside me, made it's way to the surface. "What are the three most important things you have learned about people -- and yourself -- since the time you first began sharing your message of peace?"

"Hmmm," I thought to myself. Good question. Me like. There was something about the SPECIFICITY of it that captured my attention, wondering, as I was, how he might boil down everything he had learned in 50+ years to just three things. Game on!

So I submitted my question and went on with my life. I really didn't think about the question any more. I had other things to do.


On the first day of the Amaroo event, in the amphitheater, Prem responded to some questions, the words flashing on the big screen, along with the name and country of the question submitter. Cool. It wasn't MY question on the screen, but who cared -- Prem was having fun, answers were forthcoming, and life was good.

On the second day, in the afternoon, the question answering dealie began again, the first one having been submitted by my tent mate, the Very Honorable, Jean Paul Peretz. Prem answered in a playful way and then another question flashed on the screen -- one that I quickly noticed was MINE -- an observation which immediately put me through some changes -- even before he said a single word. CHANGES, as in "Uh oh, I think that's a dumb question." And "Whoo hoo! It's looking like Mitchie Boy is gonna get some face time with Mr. Rawat."

It took less than five seconds to realize he was going to have some fun with me, as he began questioning my question and wondering, aloud, why I was LIMITING him to only being able to talk about THREE things and not FOUR -- which would, unfortunately, leave him in the difficult position of having to decide which of his answers he would have to leave out. Then he started laughing, as did everyone else. I was not yet laughing -- half deer-in-the-headlights, half koala bear shitting outside my metaphorical tent.

Then he shifted gears and started riffing about nostrils, as in which one should he breathe through if he wasn't allowed to breathe through them both -- another funny way of answering my question which, unknowingly to me, had actually superimposed limits on the vast space from which his answers were emerging.

More laughter followed. Hearty laughter. Buddha belly laughter, as I toggled back and forth between being his foil and wondering if it was now OFFICIAL, here in the Amaroo amphitheater, in front of 3,500 people, that I was on the idiot/moron/fool spectrum.

This, of course, was not a thought I wanted to entertain, knowing all too well where that would lead (been there, done that), so I kept leaning into the moment. I'm guessing I heard about 90% of what Prem had to say, the other 10% of me doing the hoky poky on Pluto.

All of this, of course, was merely his entertaining PRELUDE to his answer to my questionable question.

"Patience... compassion... love... and clear understanding," he went on to say. THOSE were the four most important things he had learned about people and himself since he first began sharing his message of peace. Bingo! Houston, we have lift off! Then he went on to talk about RECIPROCITY between Master and devotee, which I wasn't quite sure was the FIFTH thing he had learned or whether he was now onto a whole other tangent.

Or like whatever.

One thing was becoming very clear to me at the time -- there was absolutely no need to limit Prem by laying down any kind of arbitrary constraints on him -- my funky, suburban ice cube tray carefully positioned beneath an Amazonian waterfall. Prem wasn't teaching me the box step. He was teaching me to dance to the rhythm of life, MY life, footless, free, and muy fabuloso.

Program over, I stumbled up the steps of the amphitheater onto the path going down to the Pavillion. I was definitely in an altered state, but so was everyone else -- as least as far as I could see. I really didn't want to talk to anybody. I didn't want to engage, explain, make sense, report in, answer questions, interpret, or be the focus of anyone else's attention. All I wanted to do was savor the moment and breathe. Good luck with that. Apparently, my stock has just shot up up and it was now clear I was in the "15 minutes of fame" zone. Indeed, THAT was the most popular comment I got as people saw me -- "How does it feel to be famous?" they asked, though others, concerned it may have been too much for me to be Prem's foil for such a long stretch were asking "If I was alright" -- which, looking back, was a curious question, because, at the moment, my grasp of "I" was a bit tenuous.

Fast forward to the next day. My 15 minutes of fame seemingly over, I sat down in Row T, Seat 3 and waited for the event to begin -- which for me, is a more enjoyable experience than just about anything else in my life -- the recognition that in a few minutes Prem would be holding forth. For the little boy in me, it always felt like Christmas morning and the present I was being given was me.

You might say I was taken by surprise when, early in Prem's opening remarks, he asks "Where's Mitch?" So I stand up and let him know ("Here I am!"). Then he proceeds to further elaborate on his responses to my question from yesterday. He has a lot to say.

And then, completely out of the blue, he kindly acknowledges me as a writer and poet, while, at the same time, letting me know that he doesn't always understand WHY I choose to write about the topics I write about. Hmmm... Interesting... I'm noodling on that one.

It's now six days later and I'm STILL taking all of this in, wary of an old tendency of mine to prematurely define, explain, interpret, and quantify when really all that's needed is to let go and enjoy.

In the end, it's not about being perfect. Its about being PRESENT.

For now, suffice it to say, I am a happy camper, feeling the full blast of Prem's kindness, humor, love, wisdom, playfulness, irreverence, presence, tenacity, precision, and mastery. And lo, I say unto you, "IT IS GOOD!"

PS: I already have my question for next year's Amaroo. Here it is: "If this is really all a dream, as you say it is, when I am with you, at Amaroo, why would I ever want to wake up?"

PHOTOS: TimelessToday

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September 17, 2018
Michelangelo's Reply


When asked how he created his iconic statue, DAVID, Michelangelo's response pretty much sums up my recent experience of the 5-day Amaroo event with Prem Rawat.

"I simply took away everything that wasn't," Michelangelo replied.

The statue, you see, was ALWAYS in the stone. All it took was the sure hand of a master sculptor to remove whatever was not the masterpiece. Simple? Yes. But not necessarily easy.

In my brief time here on planet Earth, I have never met anyone quite as masterful as Prem Rawat in the fine art of removing the unnecessary. Listening to him speak his truth in ways that are utterly enchanting, the inconsequential falls away and what remains is the Masterpiece -- who we truly are behind the stone surface of our lives.

And as if THAT wasn't enough, he provides a simple way for people to stay connected to this experience wherever they happen to be at the time.

PHOTO: TimelessToday

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September 16, 2018
Amaroo Press Coverage


Nice press coverage of Prem Rawat's recent five-day Amaroo event in Australia.

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September 15, 2018
The Morning After

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Well... it's time to pack up and head for the airport after five extraordinary days with Prem Rawat. I'm not going to quote him, summarize his talks, or attempt to retell his stories. Out of context, something gets lost in translation and I don't want to misrepresent, in any way, his beautiful message -- which will be available, in the not-too-distant future, for viewing on For the moment, all I want to do is share a little bit of the FEELING that is bubbling up in my cells like the finest of champagnes.

GRATEFUL: I feel grateful beyond measure, appreciating the simple joy of being alive and the realization that THIS is the moment in all its full glory. Somehow, Prem has the ability to weave a web -- via his stories, truth telling, humor, music, and perspective that captures the essence of what life is all about. In his presence, doubts, worries, fears, blame, projection, fantasy, regret, and a thousand other unnecessary bits of mind junk evaporate into thin air. What you are left with is the sheer beauty of what it means to be a human being -- who we are before the dust and density of the world covers the crystal clear mirror of our heart and soul.

And he evokes this state of joyful being with so much elegance and grace, it's no big deal. No hocus pocus. No pep talks. No wasted moves. Like water, it's for everyone, regardless of their belief system, religion, or non-religion.

Today, the morning after, it's more clear than ever how SIMPLE this whole thing is and when I say "whole thing", I am referring to my life or, if you are still reading this, YOUR life, too. We have everything we need to experience the essence of what it means to be fully conscious human beings and be able to live our with patience, compassion, love, and clear thinking. It is our nature. HUMAN nature. That is what Prem is a Master at evoking... revealing... and reminding us of -- what it means to be fully alive.

May peace prevail on planet Earth. May all 7.6 billion of us let go of the madness and embrace the joy. And may this happen breath by breath by breath, wherever we happen to be at the time.


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September 03, 2018
Prem Rawat Excerpts: Amaroo, 9/8/15

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Excerpts from 9/7/15
Words of Peace Global
The Prem Rawat Foundation
Rawat Creations

PHOTOS #17 & #19: Chris Corbett

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