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and what they do. Thanks.
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Premlata is president of TPRF, married a guy called Hudson with a dubious past, Daya sings badly, and the boys last we heard do buggar all. More recent and reliable information would of course be welcome! 
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According to a facebook page called 'friends of the prem rawat foundation" Daya Rawat, president of TPRF married Chris MacVittie , september 4th 2016. Apparently they write and sing music together and are known as a duo called "Chris and Daya". I haven't listened to any.... I hope they find happiness together in spite of the odds against them, you know, with "the family" in particular "the boss". I am assuming Chris MacVittie ( sounds like the name of an english biscuit) is a premie.
I haven't been on here for a while, life took over in surprising and delightful ways Wishing every one of you more surprise and delight than you could hope for x
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Thanks, Suzy Q. I was
really thrilled to read this. I knew
Chris’ parents, Donna and Steve, just lovely people from New England. It’s been near 20 years, but Chris sang then
like an angel, and Daya was angelic a singer as well. Steve was a regular singer and guitar player, like his son, at satsang. [Great picker/strummer; okay singer.] Especially, if you were into devotion of the
LIVING lord of the universe at the time. [Donna's smile is still with me.] Anyway, it
was 20 years ago I saw them last or I recall vividly seeing them. It was in Palm Desert, California at a
real nice brand new Marriott Resort -- two bathrobe situation -- where REJOICE (one of the premie devotional reboots over the years) was going on I believe, if my memory serves [but why should it?]. It was early in the morning and I was feeling
that groggy but blissful 24/7 service/lack of sleep for a few days in a row now feeling,
running on empty, but freshly showered and wearing a nice suit {aren't all suits nice?}. On the way down to the
lobby in the elevator about 7 am I’m guessing, and the morning desert sun glow
is beautiful coming into the glass to the
outside elevators. Speaking of beautiful: the
elevator doors open a few seconds later and in pops one D Rawat and C McVittie CANOODLING like it’s
still last night and they’re just going home after a long night out!!!!!!!!! Definitely love at first sight sort of situation, it appeared. They see no one else in the elevator even though we were a couple of people. Complete elevator almost soft porn with great natural lighting: She was wearing a beautiful faux brownish fur full-length coat AND I BELIEVE NOTHING ELSE!!!!! She was in heaven. He was way beyond heaven!!! Just a Dorchester kid from Southie making good! DING DING DING They appear to me to be live and in person hooking up for the first time there, right there in the Marriott and no elevator is gonna get in the way of that.! He actually had/has the face of EVERY SINGLE Disney cartoon
hero ever drawn!!! Completely square and jutted
out and looked like an angel with a blissful loving smile. Kind guy. Played and sang wonderfully. Much better than Dad (who was so proud of him, and Mom as well). Daya was way Kardashian before any Kardashains. Way beyond them then and now, I'm certain. I am not going to look
online to see what father time has done to him or her. But I am so happy to learn that they a married now singing duo; Mazel Tov; and I hope they have a brood of [gorgeous] kids, if they’re able and it's not too late (maybe they already did that, who knows); and I hope the proud parents, Donna
and Steve, somehow get all the money from the machatunem!!!!!!! (That’s Yiddish for in-laws). They were dedicated loving premies (maybe still are, great people with big hearts. It wore off on their son, for sure. It’s all an old memory, and I will not update
it. Suzy Q, I’ve missed you. We’ve all missed each other. What can I say? Yours, Otis Hope life doesn't crush you like it's kicking me down the road this year
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In light of my icky post above [which silenced the ex world]: TED: Is it True There's a Roy Moore Rally / "event" Comin Up at the TRAC Center?
[Gotta pay the electric bills somehow, right?] That AMP thing was a total bust.
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It was in Palm Desert, California at a real nice brand new Marriott Resort ... where REJOICE (one of the premie devotional reboots over the years) was going on I believe, if my memory serves [but why should it?]
Yes memory can play tricks. How 'bout a reality check, help me out... Palm Desert Rejoice was I believe in 1987 or 1988. Daya would have been 9 or 10 years old. Anyway, maybe that elevator was somewhere else and some years later. Uh... by the way how would you know there was nothing on under the coat? Was this a dream you had? And isn't Chris' dad's name not Steve, actually Fred? But it's a sweet story you tell; I always found Daya very kind and friendly and they a charming couple, likely a good marriage I'd guess and wish for them. Your story's kind of a charming love story, I don't know maybe not so utterly icky really, and moreover you're a charming guy OTS as everyone knows.
-tarvuist -- getting kicked down the road too -- I'm just after the facts ma'am
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Hope I wasn't too hard there on your memory OTS.
I suspect you have loads of general compassion and good will (like the obvious toward Chris and Daya), although our acquaintance
has had a lapse of decades now. Let's have some Thanksgiving this week for all we do have. This post is prompted by my coming across this book I might ought
to read for my own self-assessment and general development of compassion:
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Thanks for that lovely story. I have also missed you fellow exes, although I haven't missed thinking and pondering and writing about Rawat.He has become even more insignificant to me, like swatting away a gnat. At times in my minds eye I see him looking jaded and discontent, balding and fattying and I believe getting shorter, with his libido all stuck in a narcissistic void and his family leaning toward devoting themselves to their families and husbands for goodness sake! while his mistress clings desperately to her youthfulness and calculates how much it will cost for a face lift and whether she can schedule it between events successfully. His wife passes him in the supermarket aisle as they simultaneously cruise the vino section, wearing dark glasses and an even darker smile. His only preoccupation is keeping his thoughts in line with his divine status and conjuring stories for his devotees that excuse him without exposing him. Every now and again I catch a glimpse of his sordid artificial american flavoured, concrete coloured life and I take pity. Then I swat the gnat away. I am presently wrapped up in a journey of linguistics in my head... that's a whole other thesis waiting to be born. Delving into the depths of meaning and no meaning and the miracle of language and comprehension along with cultural intentional mind-wash and the propaganda machine. I believe we have more power and influence in the world than we give ourselves credit for, starting with our words. They're often ill considered and reactionary, hopelessly dumbed down and evasive. If only we understood our individual importance to the flowering of the world, by being who we truly are. It doesn't matter so much now that I had a diversion on the path in the form of a snake oil salesman. Perfection is a direction not a destination. It's not so much about judgement as discernment... Rawat took advantage of the part of me that judged myself a lot, self doubting, my discernment on hold for the time being while I sifted 10 million impressions of what I was not. It's nice to feel insight and intuition growing now and not getting stuck in the mud admiring a plastic lotus. You know that feeling when you're stuck in the mud flats with your wellington boots on and the only way out is to leave them behind and let the tide take them?If When I look back it feels like that, I lost my boots but I don't care. I'm safe on dry land. Some things are way beyond control but it turns out I can decide to just be ok or even maybe to have fun, anyway When life kicks you down the road, kick back 
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Yes.Love your post SuzyQ
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