Page 15 - Light of Divinity

Shri Guru Simran

OUR MOTHERLAND has been blessed with the presence of
mahapurushs who have since millennia been the helmsmen of
its destiny. It is to them, in their sheer power to invoke, nurture and
protect dharma that the country owes its survival. It is to them that
we owe the sustenance of our faith and the nurturing of our unique,
all-embracing ethos.

These immortal sons of God have been the teachers of this country
since a past unknown to historians and only allegorically represented
in myths. India with its great brood of men and women has sat
patiently before the seat of the mahapurushs and listened. And what
it listened to has been given unstintingly to all lands, to all men.

For India is beloved of the saints. Its streams, its hills, its placid
plains, its icy peaks speak of a yearning for the Divine that is its life
blood, its line of fate. And the Divine has often answered the call and
descended to the humble abode of man.

Within our era, Guruji was the embodiment of the Divine. He was
the mahapurush of our age. He came to uplift humanity out of the
morass of materialism, he came to guide it to its righteous duty, he
came to lessen the sorrow of man, to show him his true image, to
teach him the forgotten art of love and of sharing. He came to revive
dharma and to replant it in more conducive surroundings.

He said that he was an evolution of Divine light. He was not a
body, a personality; for him, these were, so to say, the bodily dresses
of existence. He was the blooming flower and the devotees were the
humming bees, coming for Divine nectar. They were drawn and they

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