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face, I knew that what He was going to say would change my life
forever. “First,” He began. “Get closer and closer to God. Every
day get closer. Second, serve the world. Even if it means doing
without something you want or something you think you need, give
to humanity. Third, be happy. Give all your sadness, all your anger,
all your bitterness to me. Give it to me and give it to Gangaji, but
don’t keep it in your heart. You must be happy.”
I sat there, in what felt like a far-off corner of the world, in a place
so beautiful it could only exist in fairy tales, in the presence of a
man who wanted nothing else from me than to be close to God.
The tears streamed down my face, although they were not sad tears.
They were the tears of having found truth.
I could not have told you which was brighter — the morning sun
blazing its way through the window or the light streaming from His
eyes. I could not have said which was purer — the red rose, still
covered with morning dew, which had just opened her petals to the
world, or the love pouring forth from His heart. I could not have
told you who was God — the formless Almighty Lord my Jewish
upbringing had said to worship, or the small, simple man, draped in
saffron robes, sitting across from me.
. DROPS DROPS OF OF NECTAR NECTAR 20
Sadhvi Bhagwati
Rishikesh, India
March, 1998