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Light of Divinity

The sangat is the cup into which Guruji pours his blessings; let
that cup not fragment. The sangat is a source of love, a family bound
by everlasting love; it is Shri Guruji’s family—if it is something else,
it is not a sangat. Its foremost responsibility is to keep itself together.
Everything else will follow of its own accord.

How would he feel if his family went its separate ways?
This family that he fed, that he even cooked for, that ate in front
of him, that cried, laughed, and loved together, that he continues to
bless endlessly in God’s endless ways. In a father’s eyes, one daughter,
one son is no different from the other. How much more so in the
eyes of our Divine Father! He loves us always.
Shri Guruji was not just a form that we beheld; he was beyond
matter. He was—as so many satsangs show—beyond the limitations
of time, space and mass, of physical laws, of the eddies of karmas, of
the whirlpools of desires. He was and is beyond maya; he is Shiva.
Though countless worlds may rise and perish, he remains.
A Guru is not something to belittle. It cannot be said who or what
a Guru is, but he is beyond man and the many Gods and Goddesses.
He is supreme. One should not be fooled by the fact that he has a
human body. That is just his mode of being. Yesterday, he inhabited
a human body; today the universe is his body. Yesterday, he was
wearing a red robe; today, he wears the colours of the sky. Yesterday,
he was calling you by name; today, he is whispering silently in the
sanctuary of your devotion. Who says he is not?
Remember the times of his sangat. He would come forth, majestic
and compassionate, and by the time you would have leapt to your
feet to pay your respects, he was seated on his throne. He would
cross his feet, and the robe would slightly lift so that you could
glimpse his lotus feet. And fix your mind on them.
Meanwhile, his shabads played on, drawing you to Guruji’s
lotus feet. Taking you out of your troubled life, lifting you up and
embracing you. Unconditional love: that’s exactly what it was. And
then the tea would come filled with his energy. And it could be that
in the middle of the shabads, or perhaps later, a satsang would be
recounted. It would be eerily familiar to you, since it would seem
to be speaking to you, about your troubles, about your professional,
personal and health problems. And through the mere agency of clear
listening you would have been healed, made whole.

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