• If I were to turn the Key, those who are opposed to me would change into real bhaktas (lovers) in no time. Anyway, even Virodh Bhakti (remembrance of those who oppose), is better than no bhakti (remembrance through love).
• Of what use is it to have my photo on paper? It is better to establish me in your hearts.
• If I am not all-knowing what would it avail you to send me chits and notes? And if I am all-knowing, I know everything; chits and notes do not serve my purpose. I tell you, I know everything; I am all-knowing.
• If you all take me to be God, God is all-knowing. What is then that makes you come to me with your difficulties? As it is, it seems to you that I do not know everything!
• It is definite that I am in everyone. And the glory of the suns is the seventh shadow of my real state of reality. Even a glimpse of this glory is enough for one to lose all consciousness. Nothing but the effulgence then remains to be seen continually.
Don Stevens asked for clarification of the meaning of "the seventh shadow." Baba replied: "If you put the brilliance of the 7 suns together, their glory would not equal the first shadow of my glory.
"Once, when I returned from a mast tour one day at Satara, I found Kaikobad sitting with bruises on his head. He told me, 'Something happened, I had a spiritual experience, and I fell down but I cannot remember.' I gave him instructions on what to do when he experiences my glory, and since then he does not lose consciousness. But even the experience of Kaikobad in seeing me in every one and everything falls short of my real state. When the seer, and the seen became one, that is the ultimate experience."
Don read another "saying:" So far as birthdays go, every day is my birthday. Baba interpolated: "I am born every moment and die every moment, so that every day is my birthday."
• Love has no limit, but the mind is in the way. This hitch cannot be removed without my grace. It is impossible to be removed, because mind has to annihilate itself. For example, if one were asked to jump over oneself, the most one would do would take a somersault! Yet it is impossible to jump over oneself; one may jump over others, but not over oneself! Thus one may love ‘Baba' sincerely. One may want to realize 'Baba' as he really is, but the hitch remains: this hitch can only be removed by my grace.