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“You have to give up everything, including yourself; then you have Baba to yourself. God is beyond religion, beyond love. When you love God intensely, then there is the experience of real separation from God. "

 

"When you have the gift of love, you love your Self. The false self becomes the lover of the true Self. There is nothing but God.

 

"Clean your heart completely, not a stain, no desires, not even a desire for God-Realization, and just be conscious. That is the solution.

 

"I have been always telling My lovers, ‘No ceremonies, just love Me.’ Ages have come and gone, but I keep on telling them that they should worship God with love, step after step within, until they find within them the Infinite Ocean—yet they seek for God outside."

 

“I am with those who wanted to come but could not."

 

"Do you know what would happen if I gave you My real 'embrace?' Maybe I would crush you and make you the 'dust' at My feet. If I gave you the real embrace, you would burst. Christ did not give this embrace, even to Peter."

 

"Repeating My Name is not enough, it should be done with all love and faith. You should continue to love Me more and more. It is true that man can become God just through loving Me."

 

“Hafiz says: ‘It is foolishness on your part to desire Union with God; but if you are mad enough, become the dust under the feet of the Perfect Master.'”

 

After a curry dinner topped by English "trifle" and exorable* demi-tasse, I hastened to the Mobo Hotel (which the Dadachanji "mob " had taken over for the Sahavas ) driven by Adi. Here a group of us met to discuss whether we should invite Swami Shuddhanand Bharati to the United States next year. Francis Brabazon explained that the Swami (whom we would see tomorrow, on the first day of East-West Sahavas) wanted to come to America to spread Baba's message, feeling America was the country of the future. I guess I was too tired, but my eyes kept drifting up to the enormous chandelier which reminded me of that well-known painting of Hyman Bloom of the lights in the synagogue, in which each prism is a face. Baba was the light of the world, we but tiny crystals reflecting bits of Him here and there as dimly as the dusty prisms of this old Victorian chandelier. Could any one really spread His message? Hadn't He said, "I don't need any of you to do My work, but you need Me"?

 

*exorable–sic [presumably ‘execrable’–webmaster.]

 

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