The Winds Of Grace Are Always Blowing,

God Has Revealed To Me That Only The Paramatman, Whom The Vedas Describe As The Pure Soul, Is As Immutable As Mount Sumeru, Unattached, And Beyond Pain And Pleasure. There Is Much Confusion In This World Of His Maya. One Can By No Means Say That 'this' Will Come After 'that' Or 'this' Will Produce 'that'.

The World Is Indeed A Mixture Of Truth And Make-believe. Discard The Make-believe And Take The Truth.

That Knowledge Which Purifies The Mind And Heart Alone Is True Knowledge, All Else Is Only A Negation Of Knowledge.

Different People Call On [god] By Different Names: Some As Allah, Some As God, And Others As Krishna, Siva, And Brahman. It Is Like The Water In A Lake. Some Drink It At One Place And Call It 'jal', Others At Another Place And Call It 'pani', And Still Others At A Third Place And Call It 'water'. The Hindus Call It 'jal', The Christians 'water', And The Moslems 'pani'. But It Is One And The Same Thing.

As A Toy Fruit Or A Toy Elephant Reminds One Of The Real Fruit And The Living Animal, So Do The Images That Are Worshipped Remind One Of The God Who Is Formless And Eternal.