How many premies in the West can afford to fly off to Australia (or one of the Coasts, particularly Miami) to "stay in touch" with Rawat?  The cult has become increasingly reserved for the well-off, or at least those willing to be well in debt.  To actually go and get a good vibe or whatever from Malibu Prem, you have to have appropriate bucks and if you want to get "close" you have to donate to him mega bucks.  The idea that "staying in touch" is "free" is as absurd as the contention that "knowledge" is free.  The devil is in the details, people.

But I agree that Rawat became more of a distraction to my personal experience of love and peace than any kind of "inspiration" or "reminder."  The very idea that you have to be "reminded" by an obese and largely incoherent "speaker" about something that is supposedly such a wonderful experience that you can have at any time, is just one of the (many) major contradictions in the Rawat cult.

Rawat can't seem to figure out how to present himself as part of this whole "knowledge thing."  Since he can no longer present himself as God and get away with it, and since he doesn't say (anymore) that he actually IS the experience and/or the source of the experience, he is in a quandry as to what in the hell he has to do with the "experience of peace" anyway.  Poor guy.  He is all over the map.  He's an insprirational speaker one day, a "humanitarian" the next, a "teacher" coming from a spiritual lineage the next (withdrawn because of troublesome facts), and the Lord who has his feet kissed in the the next.

Perhaps Rawat has multiple personality disorder?  No wonder he's such a failure at propagation.  He can't even decide who the hell he is.