You've been on the operating table just long enough to realize that the patient is you.
(Maharaji - Prem Rawat, date unknown)
From the Pulpit of
Reverend John Hammond-Smyth
Psalm number 134 (a Psalm of David)
December 28, 2000 in the year of our lord
But first the Premie "Expression" from the Enjoying Life with Knowledge (ELK) website that moved and inspired Reverend John Hammond-Smyth.
Part of me is stupid
and part of me is wise.
Part of me is arrogant
and part of me is humble.
Part of me is ungrateful
and part of me is grateful.
And I have learned that I really like
the one part, my heart.
And I don't much care for the other
and I wish I didn't even have it.
That I could gather it up
and get rid of it for once and all.
It seems I can only work and choose
to stay close to my heart.
This stupid, ungrateful, arrogance
is so unbecoming of a person
myself or anyone else.
When I see it, it is kind of like snot
on someones face, disgusting.
We wouldn't want to be seen like that.
But the heart is so, so beautiful.
Sweet, kind, loving
graceful, beautiful, blessed.
Ah, I am so grateful
to meet my true self
and learn to embrace it everyday.
Thank you for teaching me, Maharaji
to live in the beautiful garden of my heart.
There it is always the season for love, joy
to feel content, thankful.
Rest easy, my son, for I feel a psalm coming on.
'My cup runneth over and snot doth pour from mine nose like a fountain
of love. Yeah, even unto Helen Vital and the children of Prem, as a river
that runneth to the sea, so mine nasal cavity hath opened and a river of
green doth flow towards mine brethren.
I walked in the valley of the shadow of prem and behold, I didst
practice the technique as is written by the great prophet, Anth of Gin.
And I didst look up to heaven and didst taste the snot, and I knew that it
And the children of Prem didst revile me and mock me, for the Lord's
nectar was upon my face and they didst say that I was unclean. And a
daughter of Prem sayeth to me, - thou art disgusting before mine eyes, for
thou hast snot upon thy face and are a lowly form of life.
And she dist turn her head away from me in revulsion and horror at what
she saw. Yet I worried not because my cup doth indeed run over and poureth
out nectar of green that covereth the lands of mine enemies.
I walk with the Lord with his snot upon my sleeve and the words of mine
enemies are as cries of the creatures of the night. Verily I say unto you,
for all the days of my life, even though I live without Kleenex or
handkerchiefs, I will rejoice in the mucus of the Lord and will greet mine
brethren with joy and snot upon my face.
Great is the Lord and wonders hath he shewn me and he that hath the
mark of snot upon his face, I shall greet as mine own brother. Even unto
the Assyrians and the Elkians of Vital!
This is a fictional work.
All characters and events portrayed are fictional.
Any similarity to real persons other than Public Persons is strictly coincidental.
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