Wow. I had no idea. I never really knew how far that poem traveled. I just thought everyone was feeling that devotion. Also when I sent it to rawat, I was too "humble" to sign it, so no one knew who wrote it. I guess it was a pebble in the pond kind of thing.

It did well up from some very deep place in me. I am still looking at who and what that part of me is - the devotee/gopi. How does a person sort out what was a genuine love of Creator, and what was a mass hypnotic holographic implant?

The first time I saw rawat - the first second I saw rawat - I "saw" every lifetime I'd had with him going back before Atlantis to the last Golden Age! I knew he was the greatest incarnation ever to walk the earth. Where did that come from? I had never been to satsang, knew nothing about him etc. Somehow a false memory was inserted. So strange. That whole concept was not in my mind.

Karen

the living incarnation of the burnt match