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On May 29, 2003 on Maharaji's Honors page there was the following:

"Since 1971, when he was first invited to speak to audiences outside India, Prem Rawat has received widespread recognition for providing inspiration and guidance to audiences around the world. Proclamations and resolutions that honor his work, keys to cities, letters of appreciation and invitations from government officials are among the many ways he has been welcomed through the years. Special distinctions include an address to the United States Citizensí Congress. Recently, a prayer he wrote in response to the tragedies of September 11, 2001 in the United States was selected by the Library of Congress for inclusion in the archival records of that event."

Here is Maharaji's prayer that said "was selected by the Library of Congress" regarding the September 11 terrorist attack.

Heartfelt condolences to all the victims and innocent people who have been touched by this tragedy.

In this hour of need, dear God 
Grant us your grace, 
Guide us from darkness to light 
From confusion to clarity 
From pain to joy 
From hate to love. 
Give us the strength to endure. 
Give us the courage to go on. 
Bless us with your kindness.




 Thursday, May 29, 2003







 Pathetic Poetry and a Two-Fisted Punch
Roger, I also followed the links to that Library of Congress poem. What a farce. First, to audaciously declare that one has received an honor from the Library of Congress, because one's poem was accepted into a vast collection of 911 poems, including poems penned by five-year-olds, is preposterous and absurd.

Once again, we see Maharaji attempting to benefit on the heels of others misfortunes. We see, clear as day, how Maharaji tries to reinvent himself, no longer referring to himself as God, but instead, praying to a here-to-fore never-mentioned, monotheistic God. Did Maharaji suddenly convert to Christianity? The fact that Maharaji composed a poem begging a higher power for grace is his biggest joke and most flagrant self-advertisement yet. I would rather read a poem on 911 composed by semi-literate boxer Mike Tyson than one scribbled by Maharaji.

Always ready to profit from the losses of others, always ready to jump on the bandwagon of self-promotion, always ready to reinvent his cult for the sole purpose of proselytization, Maharaji again rears his ugly head. He deserves a hard upper cut and a belly whopper from Mike Tyson, and his poem yanked from the Library of Congress collection.

5 Brighter than 1000 suns as seen through night vision goggles
4 As bright as the lights on Maharaji's jet
3 As bright as a 60 watt light bulb
2 As bright as a pile of burning ghi on a swinging arti tray
1 As bright as the inner light as seen by the third eye