One week from now it will be 50 years since I received the gift of Self-Knowledge from Prem Rawat. Even though I write a lot, I have no words to express the kind of gratitude I have for this man and how his gift has enabled me to flower as a human being.

I've seen him in India, Australia, Italy, Canada, England and more than 30 cities in the United States. Every time I see him it's like the first time, even though every time I see him I know it might be my last. Some of my friends who don't know all that much about him wonder why I see him as often as I do.

"Haven't you heard it all before?" they ask. "Does he ever say anything new that you don't already know?"

While I very much understand their point of view, from where I'm looking, I see something else. If a rainbow appears above my head, am I not going to look at it because I've seen a rainbow before? Or a full moon? Or a hummingbird? Or lightning?

Suffice it to say, my friends, it's less about the words than what the words evoke, not to mention his laughter, smile, glances, stories, irreverence, humor, wisdom, simplicity, pauses, and zest for life.

When I met him for the first time I was 24. Now I am 74. My long hair is short, my short fuse is long, and I laugh more often, feel more grateful, and sometimes cry for no reason at all. I've had moments with him -- sometimes a minute or less -- that have become radioactive isotopes of love deep within my cells, radiating both outward and inward -- lighting my way with lightness, wonder, ease, and the recognition that THIS MOMENT is the only time there ever is, was, or will be.

Recently, he just came out with a book that I consider to be a masterpiece -- so simply done, so full of love, and such a GPS for the journey we're all on. Here's the link to it, just in case you are curious or want to get a whiff of the party he is inviting everyone to.

PremRawat.com

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