All Are Fellow Passengers

My dear Hislop! I am very happy. I received your lovely letter yesterday. Now, how is your health? Don’t worry about that. Your lovely God is always with you, around you.

Hislop! From some days, your sister-in-law is with me (at Brindavan). She is very happy daily doing Bhajan and Dhyan.

My dear! All are our fellow passengers, our co-travellers – all life, plants, animals, not only my Bhaktas but our brother brute, our brother plant, not only our brother the good, but our brother the evil, our brother the spiritual and our brother the wicked. They are all going to the same goal. All are in the same stream. Each is hurrying towards that infinite freedom.

Hislop! The moments of realization are those when all thoughts of worldly relations, worldly connections, worldly ties, worldly property, worldly dream, worldly needs, are all melted into God, into Truth.

My dear one! Every being that is in the universe has the potentiality of transcending the senses. Even the little worm will one day transcend the senses and reach God. No life will be a failure. There is no such thing as failure in the universe. A hundred times man will hurt himself, a thousand times he will tumble, but in the end, he will realize that he is God.

My boy! You and I are both outlets of the same channel and that is God. As such, your nature is God, and so is mine. You are of the nature of God, by your birth right. The pure heart is the best mirror for the reflection of truth. So, all these disciplines are for the purification of the heart and as soon as it is pure, all truths flash upon it in a minute. All truth in the universe will manifest in your heart if you are sufficiently pure.

Hislop! The harder the circumstances, the more trying the environments, the stronger are the men who come out of those circumstances. So, welcome all these outside troubles and anxieties.

When the bubble bursts, it finds itself the whole ocean. You are the whole, the infinite, the all. Out of long churning, this milk of the world becomes butter and this butter is - - - - GOD. Men of heart get the butter, and the butter milk is left for the intellectual.

My love! Tell my Grace and Blessing to your wife and Sai brothers and sisters.

With Love

Baba

24.3.1971