Letter To Guru Maharaj Ji False Messiah

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Dear Guru, - no scratch the dear, as you are no longer dear to me, and in reality, you never were. When you have to brainwash someone into loving you, worshiping you and believing your ludicrous claim to have no ego, it is obvious that the love is nothing like true respect. You made a puppet out of me. Like Pinocchio, I cut the strings, but you were the liar, not me. Even your name changes, Guru Maharaj Ji, Maharaji, Goomradjie, Prem Pal Rawat Sing. It’s like a criminal’s list of aliases. Is there actually a real you in there? I doubt it. You won’t remember me of course, as I was just one of your 8,000 recruits in the early 1980’s, when you still absurdly claimed to have the two million followers you had in the early 1970’s until your Mum denounced you as a charlatan and most of your followers really saw the light – the cold ugly light of truth. I obviously now agree with her. Sadly, she is dead. Your organization has changed identity more often than I change trousers. Divine Light Mission, Elan Vital, The World Welfare Society, and now The Prem Rawat Foundation. You claim to promote Knowledge with a capital K, but you only really offer confusion and obfuscation. You encouraged surrender of my time and money and insisted those unmarried on finding you remain celibate. You yourself conversely live in Malibu, Florida in a mansion, with a wife and four children. The word hypocrite springs to mind. Being recruited in Manchester I only saw you live about four times a year during my engineered devotion to you but I was among those who queued up to kiss your feet. Yeuch! Is all I can say now. I sometimes wish I could amputate my lips. I was sucked in by one of your top recruiters – she made me think it was a date with her. My father’s death, hepatitis, and depression due to having no work made me an easy target for your goons. Tragically, I became a goon myself, helping to lure others into your greedy clutches too. I only hope they came to their senses like I did in 1985. I spoke to you once, in late 1984, in Birmingham. I asked you a question at one of your question and answer talks. I asked you whether it was as important for your followers to love each other as much as we loved you. Your reply was to play it all for cheap laughs – saying that we can’t love everyone or we might end up French-kissing the postman. Pathetic. Your egotism can’t let anyone love anyone but you. Nowadays, I love many people, but not you. Your meditation, stolen from the Baghavad Gita, not your invention, was used wrongly to stop us thinking. We had to feel, not think, and you made me hate and fear my own mind. So guess what I did when I finally broke free of your cruddy pseudo-religion? I’ll tell you. I went to university to study philosophy – the study of thinking, logic, analysis reason and empiricism. I got my mind back. You promote veganism, while eating meat, you encourage followers to stay sober while hiding your own now documented drink problems, you treat your wife appallingly and have affairs with female recruits and prostitutes. How many private planes and Rolls-Royces do you have now? Is it true you killed a guy in India in a hit and run accident and left one of your followers to take the blame for it while you left the country? How sickening. Your poor wife, Marilyn Johnson, renamed Durga Ji after a Hindu fertility goddess – that angered your Indian followers too didn’t it? As did smuggling money and jewellery out of India. Now I warn people about you and other greedy, manipulative bogus-gods among us. This letter itself is such a warning – you used to move me to tears. You claimed to be a new father, but you could never replace my father – you are disgusting. You are nothing. You are nobody. Goodbye forever. Arthur Chappell