WHEN I FORGET THE MAN BEHIND ME
I met a Sikh who chanted the Divine Names. He was an inspired apostle of his great Master. He loved me, he gave me bread and water. He proffered me his friendship. Strange to say, he
accompanied me

When religion gets low in us we feel within ourselves an inclination towards the lower thoughts (of love for material gains and passion towards lower tastes.)

In some cases the fall is also a necessity of the reaction of complex emotion you cannot tell. And those supports in their turn are

Silence seals the lips of the Disciple. He had found happiness in himself; nothing else maters. His life is consecration to the Beloved; unquestioning obedience to His Will, waiting for the best wisdom to ripen when it ripens. The Disciple’s heart is a sharp that shivers with