Prem Rawat book tour in japan

spilting the arrow — book
and
dvd of book tour 2015

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Splitting-the-Arrow/dp/B01GQ2U9JM/ref=pd_sim_sbs_14_1?ie=UTF8&dpID=51hSHfhXOxL&dpSrc=sims&preST=_AC_UL160_SR111%2C160_&psc=1&refRID=C53TYF16Y951DEJ2ED6V

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Dear Friends,

Its Summer in Japan and the rice is growing tall in the paddy fields.

Prem Rawat`s illustrated book The Pot with the Hole is about to go into the printing press.

As with Splitting the Arrow Bunya are organising a Kifubon (book donation) campaign for the illustrated book and we have already gathered several hundred book’s worth of donations.

Our first goal is to donate 1134 books, 1 to every orphanage in Japan and to elementary schools, nurseries and public libraries of the Fukushima region that was devastated by the Tsunami in 2011. Many of the children who read and enjoyed Splitting the Arrow and are eagerly awaiting the illustrated book.

These donated books are being read and enjoyed by people who are very grateful like the children and staff at Nishiyotoke orphanage:

“We would like to express our sincere thanks for sending Splitting the Arrow to our orphanage. We currently care for 52 children and young adults between the ages of 1~18. Upon reading this wonderful book all the staff were agreed, that this was an ideal book to help nurture positive growth within the children and indeed amongst the staff as well.

We read sections of the book before bed and each child has their own favourite story. The hedgehog character is also a big hit with the kids. Many nights the kids themselves will take Splitting the Arrow from the shelf and demand that we read it to them.

All of us at our orphanage hope that Prem’s message about the importance of having a peaceful heart will spread and be known by all the people of the world.

Please send Prem sincere thanks from all of the staff and children at the Nishiyotoku orphanage”.

You can donate on our website here from just 1 copy, 30 or 60 copies, alternatively you can donate a sum of your choice and Bunya will convert that into as many Kifubon books as possible.

Bunya will post updates of the Kifubon activities and results through our mail magazine and website.

Bunya are also pleased to announce that the 90 minute DVD documenting the book launches around Japan in 2015 in now available on amazon in the and can be delivered to anywhere in Europe and the USA.

Here is a link to a 6 minute preview of the DVD on youtube.

As always we are very appreciative of your support.

“This is not the time to hope that someone else will do good deeds and solve humanities problems.

It is the time for each human being to do whatever they can do,

on their field, at their own level”.

Yutaka Kinoshita

President

Bunya Publishing

There is a purpose.

There were times, events, places and people I used to know, so many years ago that – like scenes from an old silent movie – they’re mostly forgotten . But the monumental times, the crucial stepping stones along the way – those I remember vividly.

There was a lady who talked about “filling the void.” I looked into the same emptiness and felt there had to be an answer. A friend of mine was reading Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Someone else found Autobiography of a Yogi. Some were chanting mantras. Some were eating magic mushrooms, and just about everyone was stoned out of our brains at one time or another. Everyone was looking for something whether they knew it or not. There had to be some purpose to it all. I knew I had to find it, whatever it was, but I had no idea of what IT could be or where to find IT.

There was no shortage of people offering solutions to the existential quandary.  There was Timothy Leary, Buddha, Jesus, Krishna, Rajneesh, The Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, a truck load of others, and all of their fans. Nothing resonated with me.

“What trip are you into these days?” That isn’t as cynical as it sounds. A trip has a beginning and an end. The answer I was looking for didn’t have an end, maybe not even a beginning. Maybe it had always been there. I sensed that much. I also remember a growing feeling of frustration along with well developed cynicism. One day I came across a bunch of orange people running a market stall. I stopped and asked one of them, “Why are you wearing orange?” He erupted into visible anger. Bugger! I thought they were supposed to be peaceful.

It was the 1970s, and along came yet another bunch of weirdo vegetarians revering a 13 year old kid. Bloody hell! What next? The orange mob were screwing each other silly, jumping up and down chanting “hoo hoo hoo.”  The all dancing, all singing bald headed hari krishnas had a geriatric at the helm, and this new bunch of ex-hippies wore badly fitting suits, spotty ties, and badges featuring a teenage lord of the universe. One guy demonstrated his new found spiritual awareness with a full length white yoga gown. Others looked more or less normal.

Those were the conceptual glasses I wore at the time. None of it mattered. A major piece (peace) of the puzzle was missing. Without that I was always going to be less human, that is, less than what it takes to be truly human. I had little to offer anyone apart from my own blind prejudice. I think most of us suffer from the same dis-ease to some extent.

Those new folk had a quality about them that I had never before encountered. It was an undercurrent, and it barely touched my awareness at first. I was a conscious asteroid flying through a counterculture universe. Something within me scanned ‘space’ for a magnetic field with the right resonance, and there it was, at first barely registering. I began to orbit.

It transpired that there was no “Lord of the Universe.” The term was a very loose translation of a well intended Hindi term of endearment. Instead, at the center of a revolving human storm there was a young man, a teenager freely offering a gift. He was offering to show me the door to the ‘IT’ that I had been looking for, and the irony was that it had always been with me, or within me if you like. No one had to tell me. Inside that door, I knew. In the deafening silence I knew I was home.

There’s a verse of a wonderful song that I’d like to share with you, dear reader.

“The spirit ascended through the inner gate, and came to the Lord’s palace in perfect state. There the unstruck music was played. It’s sweetness removed all suffering and pain.”

The End.

 

be a peace maker

be a peace maker
any which way you can
hate is boiling over in this world
be a lover of life
be a kind being

work for dignity
humanity for all
give compassion
understanding
arise into the

joyful fun
of life on earth
work the good in all
the sweetness in me
honors the sweetness
in you
we are joy lovers

we are peace lovers
let’s celebrate life

~ janice wilson

Prem Rawat on BBC iPlayer Radio Bristol, UK.

This one starts 19 minutes into the BBC’s Radio Bristol program. Prem Rawat talks about the new ‘Inside Peace’ movie and the amazing effect of Peace Education Programs. Use the control at the bottom of the screen to move forward into the radio program. From today, July 14th, the program will be only be available for another 4 days.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p03xkjrx

A sweet Eric Clapton track follows Prem’s interview. 🙂