16 THE DIVINE TIMES
SPECIAL EDITION 17 JULY 1996

London: The Early Years

'Don't be so eager to see me for I shall come to see you'

Extracts from a letter from Maharaji to the first London premies from Dehradun, 20 January 1970

Dear Premies

I am happy to receive your loving letter. Sorry for this belated reply as I was busy in satsang programmes.
I have given you the seed. Plant it in the field of your life; grow and harvest the crop. Peace and harmony will prevail on you …
I am always with you. It is you who should be with me to harmonize this world …
You, in your western world, are crippled with materialism. Come to me, for I shall heal you from your disease. You are blind with your eyes, because you cannot look to the spiritual world. Come to me, for I shall enlighten you. If you are lame, I am there to help you. You have not seen me, nor have I seen you face to face. But the distance never blocks love, for I have received your loving letters and when I read them my heart is filled with your love, it spills with joy and I have tears to shed. Don't be so eager for I shall come to see you.

Yours, Maharaji

JUNE 1971 - 5 LINCOLN STREET, CHELSEA JULY 1971 - 4 ALBA GARDENS, GOLDERS GREEN

Prem Rawat's Early Residence in England
Prem Rawat's Early Residence in England

I remember going to Alba Gardens to hear satsang for the first time. I was enthralled by what the person was saying, it felt so comfortable to be there. But what completely captivated me was the picture of Maharaji with the biggest smile I have ever seen, and he had a gold pen in the breast pocket of his shirt, which I thought was really wonderful. Every time I think of that particular day, it brings a big smile to my face.

Bano Hendry

SPECIAL EDITION - 17 JULY 1996

THE DIVINE TIMES 17


London: The Early Years

Prem Rawat, October 1972 Fernbank
Prem Rawat's First Permanent Residence in England

Then - looking at a boy with child's eyes
Now - seeing a man up through grown ups eyes
Feeling the first earthquake of joy inside - Knees trembling
Tear's of joy running their way
Airports full of flowers and the certainty
That this was the biggest joy known until now
Then - getting lost in confusious thinking:
What a far-out crazy boy.
But no, he's my teacher.
What I feel he is, is me.
Then being stripped naked by one look
And really recognized by another
All hooked on trying to sneak into this room to live his life: art performance playing with toys, poetry or people in a zen way
One playing with all - So all can play with the One.

Gabi Naseman Pape - who captured the beautiful moment above at Fernbank.