PREM RAWATSPOKEN WORDS
YOU FIGURE OUT
WHO YOU ARE,
"I HAD IT IN MY
The questions, page 6
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Whoever you are, wherever you
are, whatever is going on:
Don't let anything come in
between you and your vision of
that little light on the horizon.
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THE QUESTIONS PAGE 06
People —from their heart, not from their mind —want to know, "Who am I?" And so, I will tie the answer to this question to the most beautiful word —two word actually, but beautiful when put together self-knowledge.
So many people are searching. They don't know why they are searching, and they don't know what they are searching for. They just search. You ask them what they are doing, and they say, "I'm searching for the truth."
If only you understood who you are, you would know that truth resides in you. You are the container in which truth resides. The day you figure out who you are, you'll say, "I had it in my pocket all the time."
STRANGERS IN A STRANGE WORLD PAGE 14
In this strange world, you are not the owner. You're only renting. And one day, your agreement for the rent will expire. You have to move on. Where will you go? No one knows. Is there speculation? Of course. But it's all hearsay. And hearsay is not allowed in a court of law. It's not admissible. How many people in this world believe hearsay? Just about everybody. "I heard someone said this. I heard someone said that."
Trying to find peace, some sanctuary, some meaning, some answer-something logical about this incredibly illogical world —we embrace that which is speculation. It sparks our fantasy. And we disregard the reality, which is gazing at us. Could it be any stranger than that?
Who am I?
Why am I here?
Where did I come from?
Where am I going to go?
For a very, very long time, human beings have looked around them and asked certain questions: "Where did I come from?" And, seeing people pass away, "Where am I going to go?" And in between, "Why am I here?"
There are many kinds of questions: "Is there a God?" "What was I in my last lifetime?" or "How long will I live?" But the questions that I am talking about are questions that are valid for every human being, and even today with so many books, interpretations, religions, and ideas, these questions still remain: "Where did I come from? Where am I going to go? Why am I here?" And ultimately, "Who am I?"
Throughout the eras of history, these questions have sparked different emotions, thoughts, and ideas. Some people are mostly interested in the first two questions: "Where did I come from?" and "Where am I going to go?" Other people are much more attracted by "Why am I here?" and "Who am I?"
In your life, you have to focus on which of these four questions you really want answers to. On the subject of "Where did I come from?" and "Where am I going to go?" there is an immense amount of speculation, and somehow, because of the way Nature has it, speculating is all you can do. You can't verify the answers.
However, the other two questions "Why am I here?" and "Who am I?" require a tremendous amount of consciousness and clarity.
Sometimes we forget the power of life —the call for living, the call of existence. We forget what it means to be alive. We forget that life is a celebration. We forget that what we want is here, now. We forget how blessed we are that we exist.
Eventually, everybody has to leave. That's the wheel of existence. This is certain. It is going to happen. And there are no formulas. Statistically, it is the young ones who will see their parents pass away, but sometimes, the reverse happens. Parents see the young ones leave. And whoever it is who passes away, there will be sorrow. When someone you love is not here anymore, sorrow comes.
Hopefully, after you have felt the sorrow, you will gather your strength and move on, recognizing what it means to be alive. And in so doing, you will celebrate all life that has ever danced on the face of this earth.
If only you could
understand who you are,
you would know that
truth resides in you.
Sometimes, as you look up at night, you see the Milky Way and all the stars, and you feel very insignificant. You know, we're not even in the downtown of the galaxy. We're tucked away in a very quiet little corner. And I guess that's a good thing. From where we are, we look around, and we want to know, to see, to understand. I've seen the pictures that different websites display of all the celestial bodies that are out there, and it's amazing. They look incredible, outrageous, but all they are is dirt.
When they are developing robot cars to use for exploration on the moon or Mars, sometimes they take them to the most desolate places on Earth to see if they can survive there. If a car can go up and down on that terrain, then it should have no problem up there, because it's all just dirt —glowing dirt and not-so-glowing dirt —but just dirt and more dirt. And how magnificent it has been made!
Now, I say dirt, and I say magnificent, but the magnificence is not in the dirt. The magnificence is in you. So, who are you? Who am I? Well, I am part of that dirt. This is where I came from, and this is where I will go —to dirt. So, you might ask, "Is that bad or good? Right or wrong? And why or why not?" But stop for a second. This "human dirt" has magnificence in it. This dirt has the capacity to experience joy, to experience peace. And that is no ordinary feat. However insignificant you may think or feel you are, you cannot forget the miracle that takes place when the breath comes and the breath goes.
THE POWER OF LIGHT
Understanding this miracle should be your passion. Accepting it should be your religion. Adoring this existence should be your first love. Giving thanks in return should be your duty. And letting nothing come in between you and this appreciation should be your war. If you're going to fight, then fight unconsciousness so that it does not win in your life. Right now you fight, but you fight the wrong wars.
Fight the war you can win. It has nothing to do with your age. It has nothing to do with your physical strength, your intelligence, your cunning, or your education. Fight, so that nothing comes between you and this adoration, this love, this joy. Nothing. Then you will have a life that is clear.
The power of light is immense. It is far greater than the power of darkness. A little bitty light can remove a tremendous amount of darkness. You can imagine a captain sailing his ship on a dark night hundreds of years ago. He knows that he could run into rocks and destroy himself, his crew, his cargo, and his ship, all at
once. It wouldn't take much. Those ships didn't have reverse engines. They ran on wind power, and whatever wind brought them to the rocks would be sure to pound them until nothing was left.
Sailors would search and search for this little light. It would be so faint as it came across the horizon, but it would be their savior. As soon as they saw the light, they knew where they were, how they had to steer, what they had to avoid. Because of that little light, everything would become apparent. Such is the power of light.
People —from their heart, not from their mind —want to know "Who am I?" and "Why am I here?" I will tie the answers to these questions to the most beautiful word —two words actually, but beautiful when put together: self-knowledge.
Do you think that knowledge of the self would answer both of these questions? Here's a little clue. Trying to answer "Why am I here?" won't necessarily help you find out who you are. But if you can first answer, "Who am I?" it'll be a lot easier to figure out the answer to "Why am I here?"
So many people are searching. They don't know why they are searching, and they don't know what they are searching for. They just search. You ask them what they are you doing, and they say, "I'm searching for the truth."
If only you understood who you are, you would know that truth resides in you. You are the container in which truth resides. People say, "I have been searching for God." Why? You search for God, for truth,
for this, for that, because you don't know who you are. The day you figure out who you are, you'll say, "I had it in my pocket all the time."
TURMOIL AND DREAMS
Some people are constantly caught up in their ideas and their turmoil: "Oh, my life —what's going to happen?" How many of those who are in turmoil are actually listening to their own voice? Even those desperate things that you say to yourself aren't in your voice. They're in someone else's voice. And you listen to it: "You good-for-nothing, what's going to happen tomorrow?" But what does your voice say? Your voice comes from a feeling of just wanting to be content, to be simple, to live, to thrive, to be happy, to be in peace —no more than that. That's your real dream.
You may think your dream is the one you see in a magazine or a newspaper. "I want this; I want that. I want to be like this. I wish I were like that. How can I be like this, like that?"
People spend huge amounts of money to look young. The young ones don't care. Even when little girls try on lipstick, they only want to emulate their mom. They don't need lipstick; they don't need eye makeup. They're young. But what is youth anyway? What is this "look" thing?
As you go forward in this march of life, a mask comes off. And as you go on a little more, another mask comes off, a little more, and another one comes off, and another one comes off. These masks keep coming off.
Up till what point? Till dirt becomes dirt. Then this process stops. There's no more to evolve. And this connects to the other two questions: "Where did I come from?" and "Where am I going to go?" You are a combination of two things: the human body and the infinite. You don't deal with the infinite every day; you deal with your body every day. This is what you shave; this is what you have a haircut for; this is what you look at in the mirror. But you are not your body. One more element is involved, and that is the infinite that resides in you. That is what makes you you!
What is death? It's a simple disconnect of the two.
Now the answer depends on what you recognize. If you recognize only the body, the answer to the two questions is: You came from dirt, and you're going to go back to dirt. It's not glamorous, but it's true. If you happen to be so lucky that you recognize the infinite within you, I have good news for you because the answer is: You came from the infinite, and you are going to go back to the infinite.
And more than that, while you are here, you can meet —you can get to know —the beautiful that is inside of you. And the joy that springs forth when you do is immeasurable.
ANGEL ON THE HORIZON
I think I have covered the four questions. The rest is up to you. Think about it. I don't see anyone who does not have the potential to recognize and understand who they are. Regardless of what your
background is, your age, and all those things, this is possible. My advice to you is this: Make it happen.
Whoever you are, wherever you are, whatever is going on, it's okay. Fight your war. Don't let anything come in between you and your vision of that little light on the horizon. You cannot afford to obscure it. Because once you have seen that light, it brings you great comfort. Before that, it's "Where is it? Why don't I see it? When will I see it?" And doubts and fear come: "What if I don't see it?"
The captain of the ship knows that the ship could be bashed against the rocks. He wants so desperately to know where the light is. Then, just like a beautiful little angel, it surfaces on the horizon. And he says, "Okay." And all the fear turns into excitement.
I don't see anyone
who does not have the
potential to recognize
and understand who
My advice to you is:
Make it happen.
When you find your true
world, you won't be a
STRANGERS IN A STRANGE WORLD
Here we are, strangers in a very strange world, trying to find something that's familiar and not strange. But we forget that we are strangers —all of us. We try to identify with each other by our friendships, by "I know your face; I know your name; I know who you are." But that's not true, because one day, you might discover something about another person that you never thought possible.
And the world is also very strange. In this world, if people want to do something that even God would not forgive, then they do it in the name of religion. Unimaginable things have happened in the name of God.
Everybody tells you there is only one God, and then there are all these people who tell you, "If you want to believe in God, this is how you do it." Now, why would you need any training to believe in God anyway? It's just about believing. It's not about knowing God.
WHO IS YOUR FRIEND?
In this strange world, you are not the owner. You're only renting. One day, your agreement for the rent will expire. And that will be it. You have to move on. Where will you go? No one knows. Is there speculation? Of course. But it's all hearsay. And hearsay is not allowed in a court of law. It's not admissible. How many people in this world believe hearsay? Just about everybody. "I heard someone said this. I heard someone said that."
We're searching for peace, and in trying to find some sanctuary, some meaning, some answer —something logical about this incredibly illogical world —we embrace that which is speculation. It sparks our fantasy. We ignore that which is true. And we disregard the reality, which is gazing at us. Could it be any stranger than that?
What is the reality? Who is your friend in this strange world? You try to strike up a friendship. "Let me find a friend." Aren't friends important? Well, who is your friend? The coining and going of the breath is your friend. It heralds life. It heralds the existence of the divine in this human vessel. This is a reality that you will know for yourself when you remove all the hearsay. The fundamental difference between knowing and believing is not much. It's as thin as a single hair, as fine as a blade, but it makes a complete difference.
All your life, people have told you things, and you have believed them because you are trapped by ideas —chains that hold you back, and each link in the chain is the very hearsay and beliefs you have accumulated.
HAPPY THEN SAD
I know this sounds intense —it is. But everything that I speak about boils down basically to this: You have a choice. In my experience, two things happen that seem to be the ultimate result of all the things that occur in your life. And this is not hearsay. I am sure you have experienced the same, since you're not any different than I am. Whatever you do ultimately makes you either happy or unhappy. If it makes you happy, you like it. If it makes you unhappy, you don't like it.
Let's say you pack your backpack and take a trip to the mountains to go climbing, to enjoy nature, and soon you're enjoying, and enjoying, and enjoying. Then all of a sudden, you're lost. And now you are not enjoying. Well, wait a minute. Two days ago, you were enjoying this exact activity. You were in the middle of the mountains with nobody around, and you said, "Wow! Nature!" Two days later, snow is falling; wind is blowing a hundred miles an hour. It's still nature, but now you are not enjoying it.
So, two days: enjoy, enjoy, enjoy. Next two days: "I hate this. I'm so stupid. Why did I come out here? This is terrible." If you are lucky, somebody rescues you. If you are not lucky, you die. After you're dead, you don't get to enjoy, and you don't get to complain. You don't get to laugh, and you don't get to cry. The helicopter comes, and everybody on the ground is
yelling, "Help!" but the rescuers can't hear it. The helicopter is so noisy that they wear headphones to kill the sound from the outside. And you are down there screaming, "Help!" Fortunately, if they can see you, maybe they can rescue you —maybe. And when you get rescued, you become very happy. "Oh, thank you. Thank you."
what you call it. Why should it care? You came much later. You didn't create the power. The power created you. So, I have some questions.
If that divine power created this earth, wouldn't this earth be divine? And wouldn't this earth be heaven? How could
Happy and then sad. And then happy. And then sad. Why do you forget that that's what has been going on all your life? My advice is —and this is just my advice —when you get happy, don't forget the sad times. And when you get sad, don't forget the happy times. Remember just enough to remind you —no more than that. Don't start thinking, "Oh, my God. I'm happy, so the sad times are just around the corner." No. Just remember enough to have sanity. That's what sanity is —to enjoy and do nothing to end up in the sad times.
We ignore that which
is true. And we disregard
the reality, which is
gazing at us. Could it
be any stranger
I have talked to so many people who were shocked by life. Why is life a shock to people? Have you ever wondered? That's what happens when you believe and don't know. When you know, you understand one thing: There are two options at the end of the day —sadness or happiness. Pick one. It's a simple formula: Do as much as possible to have happiness in your life. And if you are truly a follower of happiness, if happiness is your dream, if happiness is your desire, then knowledge of the self can bring you the truest happiness there is.
ARE YOU HOLY?
Who do you think made this earth? Was it you? Your grandfather? Your great-grandfather? Your neighbors? It was the divine power that some call God and some don't. It doesn't matter to that power
it not be? And what do we do? We spit on it. Why? Because we believe that heaven is "up there." Not down here.
Who is holy? Are you holy? You may say, "No, no, no. Somebody who has dedicated their life to God is holy, not me." Isn't God in you? So, if God is in you, and even if you didn't want to be holy, wouldn't you be holy? How could you not be holy?
The divine wants to dance with you. But first you have to hear the music —not the music you make and not the music the world makes. When I say "strangers in a strange world," this should sound very strange. But it doesn't. It actually makes sense. Because until you have heard the
rhythm that plays inside you, you have not heard the music of the divine. Your heart yearns to dance. Your heart yearns to know. Your heart yearns to feel. And until it can, it all seems very strange.
KNOWLEDGE OF THE SELF
Sometimes you feel strong and powerful. And sometimes you feel weak and insignificant. Which one is really you —the powerful or the insignificant? It doesn't take much to make you feel powerful, and it doesn't take much to make you feel insignificant. Which one are you? Until you know, it's all going to feel very strange, because, in reality, that powerful one is not you. And that insignificant one is not you, either. You are something else.
You are a vessel that yearns to sing within with the rhythm of the divine, with the joy that comes from feeling peace in your existence. Filled —not empty. Distant from questions. You find your home when you are lost in fulfillment. You begin to live when you are drowning in peace.
Then, amazingly enough, you understand what it means to be alive. You will never be able to express what it feels like to be fulfilled. There are no words. There is no way you could ever say what it feels like to be fulfilled —if you are fulfilled. You get lost in the feeling. And in this being lost, you find yourself.
If you are not fulfilled, but just believe you are fulfilled, you will go on and on: "It's like this; it's like that," and it will all be garbage. This is why it has been said, "Those who know it, can't say it. And those who don't know it, say it all."
When you love someone, you say, "I love
you." What does that mean? People use the word "love" about all sorts of things, like food, cars, even nail polish. When something really means something to you, when something is really dear to you, when something is real to you, it cannot be expressed. When something is so beautifully consuming that it commands your heart, you get lost in the feeling. But in this "lost," you find yourself. In the world, you also get lost, but in that lost, you lose yourself.
Happiness or sorrow? Pick one. I hope it will be happiness; I hope it will be joy. And once you've picked it, I hope you will do everything possible to get it. It's a good formula. It works. It requires consciousness. And to be conscious, you need to have peace. If you don't have peace, it's very hard to be conscious of anything.
You don't know who you are. That's why you are a stranger. It's not because other people don't know who you are. That doesn't matter. It's because you don't know who you are. Some people want to introduce you to everyone. I want to introduce you to you. In your opinion, it may be easier to know others than to know yourself. In my opinion, it is hard to know others and easy to know your self. Even those you think you know will prove that they are strangers. Sooner or later, they will do something you won't believe. "I thought I knew that person!" You thought you knew. That doesn't count.
So, we've got to stop this strange thing of being a stranger. When you are introduced to you, you can find the true friend within, and you will not be a stranger anymore. When you find your true world, you won't be a stranger in this world anymore.
You begin to live
when you are
drowning in peace.
ABOUT PREM RAWAT
As an advocate for peace, Prem Rawat, widely known as Maharaji, has dedicated his life to helping people find peace within themselves — not as a utopian ideal or an absence of conflict, but as an immanent personal experience.
Born in 1957, he began his mission of peace and humanitarian outreach as a young child. By the age of 13, he started addressing global audiences in response to invitations to speak in London, Los Angeles, and other major cities around the world.
Over the course of his life, Prem Rawat has personally delivered his message of peace to over 12 million people in more than 50 countries.
From small, informal gatherings to major international events, from university auditoriums to open-air stadiums seating hundreds of thousands, his message has been welcomed by people from all walks of life.
Currently, his award-winning television series, Words of Peace Global TV, reaches over 115 million households globally, with subtitles or translation in more than 20 languages.
In 2001 he founded The Prem Rawat Foundation (TPRF), a not-for-profit organization dedicated to bringing his message of peace to people around the world and providing vital food, water, and emergency aid to people most in need.