Like The Rain
1996 was the 25th anniversary year of Prem Rawat's arrival in the "West". This video's highlight is a speech ("satsang") of Prem Rawat set to music extolling the importance, the source of and the Blessing of the Master and, after all, he is the Master so he'd know. This 'Blessing of the Master' multi-media work of art is the most important part of the video. Here Maharaji aka Prem Rawat aka Guru Maharaj Ji gives one of "his deepest and most poetic" depictions of the importance of the Master, he, himself, why he manifests, and the incredible awakening and magic that he produces in the yearning hearts of his students. So deep! So Poetic!
So what is the blessing for a human being. Of course we've talked about life, we've talked about that breath, we've talked about this existence and yes they're all blessings.
But there is another wonderful blessing and that blessing is the Master.
Master, to me, is that manifestation of the yearning of the heart. If there was no yearning of the heart, believe me, there would be no Master.
The fact that something within seeks, something within has created the need and the necessity of the Master. So the student is there and the Master is there and it is that the Master begins to show, to introduce that process.
Awaken the person to even the possibility that becomes a blessing, that, that. It is the blessing that you can accept in your life and if you accept that one more drop on the way to be the mighty river, one more drop, then the magic.
The magic unfolds, that which is difficult is made simple, that which would take a lifetime to understand a person begins to understand in a very short period of time.
Time begins to dance, understanding begins to come, darkness is replaced with light, doubt replaced with clarity, confusion replaced with understanding, sadness replaced with joy.
The Élan Vital administration designated their videos according to the desired target audience. Some were considered suitable for "People With Knowledge" (PWK), some for "People Aspiring for Knowldge" (Aspirants) and some for the general public. This system was akin to the guidelines for movies, the more devotional or where Rawat was speaking with megalomanical grandiosity were only for dedicated devotees, less intense ones for people who had shown keen interst and others were introductory in purpose. But this video could only be shown to "People With Knowledge" as they were once known or "People Who Have Been Shown the Techniques of Maharaji's Gift of Knowledge" as they later known and so it would not be complete without a Maharaji dancing section. He ends his "25th Anniversy of Coming to the West" celebrations dancing in a hand tailored suit. The 'premies' are now 'mature age students' but they can still get down and boogie or actually get up and boogie.
Here is the Holi section which shows that in 1996, despite all the so-called de-Indianisation, people were still having a Holi celebration and collecting Charanamrit or "Holy Water" though now it came from Rawat's patented holi gun and not from washing his feet.
like the rain
As the winter turned to spring, as a spell was broken
The rain fell tenderly my heart began to open
There with you walkin' in your garden
Gratitude stirring deep inside
Heaven knew, sent me all I needed
Love so true pourin' down from the skies
Like the rain your love came callin'
Fallin' soft upon my window pane
You came to turn my desert green again
Changin' everything, your love is like the rain
A cloudburst on a summer breeze, in answer to the forest
Washing over you and me, a symphony played for us
When you spoke, something felt completed soul to soul it took some time
You alone brought the gift I needed
Love's a rose that is unfolding deep inside
Like the rain you cooled my fire's raging
This heart's desire has always been the same
You came like spring to turn my desert green again
Changing everything, your love is like the rain
Time was sand sifting through my fingers that the wind blew away
When only thirst was there to guide me I prayed to hold on
one more day
Then I awoke in this oasis words will never say
How nothing that love touches stays the same