Love Alone Prevails

“Mind can go anywhere in an instant, be anywhere in an instant, visit the past, travel into the future, be here, there, and everywhere. This mercurial nature of the mind is very difficult to control. The body, on the other hand, is always in the present. It can always be located. Now tell me, where is your body now?”

His question surprised me.

“It is here,” I said while making some awkward gesture at myself with both hands.

“Where?” he repeated.

“Here, in the studio,” I said.

“Where?”

“Right here on the chair.”

“That is your starting point, your body on the chair in the studio. Now tell me, how do you know where your body is?”

“I just know,” I said.

“Try to understand, just knowing is not experiencing.” His voice was calm and even. “Can you sense your body?”

“You mean the parts of my body like my hands and feet — my breathing?”

“Yes, but as a whole. Sense your whole body, all at once.”

I tried to sense myself in the way he suggested and soon began to experience the strange, but not unpleasant, sensation of inhabiting my own body.

“Continue to sense; be in your body,” he advised.

As I worked, I began to notice a mild tingling sensation in my hands and feet: my whole body was aglow with a benevolent and subtle energy. There was an agreeable sensation from my clothes against my skin and I experienced an array of fascinating sensations emanating from my head and face. I was experiencing the sensation of being alive.

But there was also the awareness of thoughts, thoughts about the awareness, thoughts about other things, and I found them distracting.

“Your body is like a circle — a sphere,” I heard him say. “When you are aware of yourself inhabiting your body you become the center of that sphere. Thoughts are like roads running in all directions away from the center. You cannot stop thoughts for very long and you cannot erase the roads, but you do not have to travel the roads either. Remain aloof from your thoughts without spending energy attempting to stop them. Neither follow them nor allow yourself to get interested in them. Stay in the center of the sphere. Stay in your body.”

It was quite different working as he suggested. Not trying to stop my thoughts saved energy and allowed me to go deeper into the experience, but I couldn’t entirely stop myself from getting involved with them either. Somehow, without noticing, I would drift off into my thoughts only to become aware at some point that I had lost my position in the center of the sphere. The experience was like making an attempt to keep from falling asleep while being very tired. Thoughts acquired the quality of dreams that carried me away. When I brought this to his attention he told me to not worry about getting lost in thoughts.

He said, “When you become aware your attention has strayed, just come back. Learn to feel comfortable in the rhythm of going away and coming back. It is like breathing.” – From Silence to Sound, by Michael Kovitz, available through eladi-publications.com

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 “Grandfather, I have been doing as you requested; I have been trying to watch my breathing every morning for fifteen minutes.”

“Granddaughter, shall we go to the garden and sip tea and talk about your experiences?”

“Yes Grandfather, I was hoping you would say that.”

Once a day, preferably soon after waking up, sit for fifteen minutes — actually time it — and watch your breath. Really watch it — sense it going in and out — feel it in your body. That is all, just watch the breath.

“Grandfather, every day it is different—and everyday it is more or less the same. I sit down with the intention of watching my breath but then my thoughts come—like dreams—my thoughts feel like dreams—and sometimes, most times, they just go on and on for most of the fifteen minutes. The actual number of breaths I watch on any given day could be very small. The thoughts just carry me away from my intention.”

“My dear, how does that make you feel?”

“Foolish, I feel foolish, because it’s like they suck me in—high thoughts, low thoughts—thoughts about anything and everything—I constantly keep getting sucked in.”

“There is a story from the Arabian Nights: There were two brothers and a sister. One day, the older brother heard an elder talking about a magic bird who could grant the wishes—any wishes— of the one who possessed her. So the elder brother set out to find her. He knew where she would be, but the path to her was very difficult and thwarted with unimaginable difficulties. The final difficulty was a valley called The Valley of the Talking Stones.

“The elder brother had to pass through the Valley of the Talking Stones to get to the bird. As soon as the brother entered the valley the stones began to call out to him. Some of their voices were frightening, some were seductive; some yelled, and some whispered. The task was to get through the valley without listening to any of the stones, because if, for even an instant, the brother paid attention to any voice, he would be changed into a stone along the path.”

“Grandfather, did he make it?”

“No, he was distracted by a voice and became a stone. Now, the second brother came to hear about his elder brother’s fate and decided that he too would try to obtain the magic bird. But he inherited the same fate as his brother—entered the valley, became distracted by the stones, and was transformed into a stone himself.”

“Oh dear grandfather!”

“Now, the younger sister heard of her brothers’ fate and was very distressed. She spoke to the elder who had originally told the story and learned that if someone succeeds in passing through the valley and obtaining the bird, all of the stones in the valley would be liberated and become human again. And more than anything, because of her love for her brothers, she set out to win the bird and liberate her brothers.”

“And she succeeded?”

“Yes, she succeeded where her brothers had failed. When she entered the valley, she kept her mind focused on her brothers—she kept her heart one-pointedly centered in her love for them—and she made it through the valley, won the magic bird, and her brothers and all the others stones were liberated.”

“And grandfather, how did she succeed where all the others had failed?”

“”Yes my dear, that is the point; the others were motivated by their own selfish desires, but the sister’s motivation was not for herself, but for her brothers. She was motivated by love, and love alone prevails.”

“Trust in God, but tie your camel first.” – Old Persian saying

“Yes Grandfather, it is exactly like that; I am in The Valley of the Talking Stones and I begin to listen to the voices and I get caught.”

“My dear, in the story, the one who succeeded was motivated by love, what motivates you to continue this exercise?”

“Yes, I ask myself that same question—I say to myself; ‘Okay, you have seen that you can’t stop your thoughts and you can’t keep from getting involved in them, so what more do you need to see?’”

“And your answer?”

“Well there are a few answers—a few reasons—but the main one is that doing the exercise keeps me in touch with the ‘truth’ of my existence.”

“Gurdjieff’s father used to say; ‘Blessed is he who sits in one chair and blessed is he who sits in another, but much pain is there for the one who tries to sit between the chairs.’”

                                 

                                “Pain don’t hurt.” – a line by Patrick Swayze in Road House

“Yes Grandfather, I do feel like I’m sitting between two chairs—not quite in this world and not quite in the next.”

“Your state is called Hawa—one who is permanently connected to the path, yet not on it. Hawa is a sacred state. Thousands of lifetimes must be passed in the human form before achieving Hawa, though by a Master’s grace it could be achieved in the blink of an eye. Inshalla!”

“Come, come come, whoever you are, wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving—it does not matter, ours is not a caravan of despair. Though you may have broken your vow a thousand times, come, come yet again, come.” – Shams e Tabriz (Rumi’s spiritual Master).

“Yes Grandfather, I love that couplet—especially the line, ‘ours is not a caravan of despair.’”

“Yes, on the path of love there is no despair, but there is longing—longing to be united with the Beloved—the longing of soul to know it Itself. All of the three worlds that comprise the Nothing exist only to sustain the Everything.”

“To the Universe, the illusion that sustains the Reality.”– dedication by Meher Baba to his book, God Speaks. 

“Cup-bearer ho!

We pray relieve our soul, give us Wine, for pity sake, pass round that bowl.

This Path of Love, so smooth at first account,

But soon we saw how trials came, perplexities did mount,

Cup-bearer ho, pass round that bowl!” – Hafez

“And so dear Granddaughter, watching the breath is practiced with a different motivation when one is traversing the path of love.”

“Grandfather, please explain.”

“My dear, the path of love and the spiritual path are not the same. The spiritual path refers to the higher planes of consciousness and implies that the pilgrim’s journey through the planes is conscious. The spiritual path first winds through the subtle world with its subtle planes, the consciousness of which leads to escalating powers and blissful experiences. The path then passes through the mental world and its mental planes, the consciousness of which leads to the sight of God and the knowledge that God is everywhere and in everything. Ultimately the spiritual path leads to the seventh plane, the plane of God-Realization, the experience of I am God.”

“Grandfather, the spiritual path does not sound so bad at all!”

“Yes my dear, the journey through the planes is an incredible journey, but it is long and fraught with many dangers. The path of love is something quite different.”

“How is the path of love different?”

“First, the path of love has its own kind of Hawa—different than the Hawa that leads to the spiritual path. The Hawa of the path of love precedes the direct connection to the Master. One begins to get attracted to a Master, hears stories about the Master, reads what there is to be read, and practices whatever practices can be found that have been suggested by the Master. Eventually the aspirant begins to feel that he is beginning to know the master and from this knowing love for the Master begins to grow and this love becomes the link to Him.”

“Love is a gift from God to man.
Obedience is a gift from Master to man.
Surrender is a gift from man to Master.

One who loves desires the will of the Beloved.
One who obeys does the will of the Beloved.
One who surrenders knows nothing but the will of the Beloved.

Love seeks union with the Beloved.
Obedience seeks the pleasure of the Beloved.
Surrender seeks nothing.

One who loves is the lover of the Beloved.
One who obeys is the beloved of the Beloved.
One who surrenders has no existence other than the Beloved.

Greater than love is obedience.
Greater than obedience is surrender.
All three arise out of, and remain contained in, the Ocean of divine Love.” –Meher Baba 

“For you my dear, it seems that your path is the path of love connected to Meher Baba and that is why you will soon be journeying to His Pilgrim Center in Meherabad, India. You will be where He lived and did so much of His Universal Work and, perhaps, most importantly you will have the opportunity to bow down in His holy tomb.”

“And that will constitute my direct contact with Meher Baba?”

“My dear, I will tell you what I believe, but remember that this is only my belief. Meher Baba was not a Perfect Master, Meher Baba was the Avatar—the Christ—the Messiah—and His ways and His means are quite unfathomable. We speak of the path of love, and Hawa, and direct and indirect contact, but the Avatar is beyond all of that. His grace and His mercy, indeed, even His whim, supersede all ways and means and time.

“Having said that, I will tell you that I believe that direct contact is connected to the physical presence of the Master and the Avatar. It is for this reason that something Meher Baba said seems so very significant—so very important—to me. Before January 31^st, 1969, the day that Meher Baba dropped His body—relinquished His physical form—He stated that for a period of one-hundred years after the dropping of His body, He would remain accessible in the same way He was before He dropped the body.

“Of course, we are still in that one-hundred year period and what this means to me is that a direct connection can be made with Meher Baba through a physical connection that can be accomplished by being at His place of Pilgrimage where His physical body is enshrined.”

“When his time has come, the prey finds the hunter.” –Old Persian saying

“And so, dear Grandfather, if watching my breath is not meant to achieve the experiences and powers of the higher planes of consciousness, then what again is my motivation?”

“Dear Granddaughter, there are experiences along the path of love, but they are not the experiences of the higher planes. Let me clarify more fully the distinction between the spiritual path and the path of love.

“Adi K. Irani, one of Meher Baba’s close disciples, used to say that for those who follow the spiritual path, it is like decorating the outside of a building. As time goes by, new colors appear, new shapes, new windows, etc. These new things give the appearance of change—the appearance of progress—but, the advancement suggested by these changes is only advancement in illusory consciousness. Remember, the planes of consciousness are still in illusion. 

“It is different for the followers of the path of love, nothing seems to change when looking at the outside of the building. Nothing new appears—the building just starts looking older. In other words, the person seems to remain the same as he was—no new powers, no experience of the higher planes—the only change is that he starts to look older.

“But under the surface, where no one but a Master can see, there is much change. This change is like termites. Termites demolish the structure from the inside out, chewing away all the structure, all the support. This action goes on and on until the right moment when with just one light touch from the finger of the Master, the whole structure collapses.”

"One very, very slowly gets painted spiritually;

mind takes a very, very long time to vanish completely;

and the man who has slept for ages (in ignorance)

gets awakened very, very gradually." -- Kabir

“And Grandfather, the building, the structure; what is that?”

“It is the false self, the illusory self—the limited mind—which must go, which must collapse.”

“And what remains is the real self, the eternal self?”

“Yes, full consciousness minus limited false mind. And so, now returning to your question, ‘why do you watch your breath?’ the answers lies in this—a very deep, very significant truth, expressed by Meher Baba in His dedication to His book, God Speaks, ‘To the Universe, the illusion that sustains Reality.’”

“I have read that Grandfather and think about it often.”

“Yes, even one of the editors of God Speaks thought Baba got it wrong! But look deeply into the statement; see it in the light of everything that Meher Baba has said regarding the three states of God.”

“God asleep, God dreaming, God awake?”

“Yes, since the dream of creation—God’s creation—God’s dream—is the means by which God as embodied soul gains consciousness of Himself, illusion and Reality become interdependent—they sustain each other. My dear, what are the three roles God plays with respect to illusion?”

“Do you mean God as Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva?”

“Yes, the very same that the Sufis call Afridgar, Parvardigar, and Fanakar—and in English my dear?”

“The Creator, the Sustainer, and the Dissolver.”

“Yes, and is it not so, that the Avatar, the Ancient One, the Messiah are all names we give to the incarnation of God in the role of Vishnu—Parvardigar?”

“Yes.”

“Once when I was at Meher Baba’s Pilgrim Center, Eruch Jessawala, one of Meher Baba’s closest followers, was commenting on a line from one of the Artis dedicated to Meher Baba. The line was, ‘Creator, yet creation-less You are, Truth and Truth’s body divine Avatar…’

“Eruch was talking about the significance of Truth’s body—the body that Infinite, Eternal, God takes on in order to bring to His creation a personal representation of their creator and, by extension, their (real) selves.

“Were reality—God—to descend into His creation without the covering of a finite sentient body—without the covering of illusion—, that Infinite Eternal God would absolutely destroy—annihilate—the illusion of creation.

“And so, the Ancient One appears to come and go, be here among us, encourage us to love Him in the form of personal God, while warning us that He is not what we see—that He is not the body that we love. Oh, what a game He plays with us; Oh, what a game He plays with Himself. It is a game, yes, but it is His mercy, it is His love for us. What it is that He said? ‘I Love you more than you can ever love yourself!’”

“Grandfather, when I woke up today I was so out of sorts. Everything mother said and did irritated me. I found myself getting angry.”

“And so?”

“And so, when I sat down to practice the exercise of watching my breath, my mind kept returning to the things mother said and did.”

“What did you do Granddaughter?”

“I stayed with the exercise and began to notice that when I was with my breath all of my irritation immediately would go away. I was in a very clear and light state—until my mind stole my attention again and then I would get irritated again.”

“And so?”

“Well I stayed with the exercise, going back and forth like a ping-pong ball; though in the end I was able to stay with my breath more and when I finished the exercise I found that my state was noticeably better. But the questions arose in me; ‘Why do I keep letting my mind call me back to its heaven and hell? Why am I not able to stay in the more lucid clear state?’”

“Indeed. Earlier we were talking about His game—our game—your game. One thing is for sure, He wants us to choose Him over everything. Gurdjieff said that the most difficult thing for a man to give up is his suffering. He will hold on to his suffering above everything else.”

“Even his happiness?”

“Sometimes yes, as strange as it seems, yes—because man derives some strange satisfaction from believing that his suffering serves some high purpose.”

“Does it ever?”

“No and yes. When suffering is conscious it can serve a purpose, but when it is unconscious, flowing from the thwarting of one’s desires, then it is totally unnecessary. Meher Baba made the distinction by saying hot tears or cool tears.”

“Hot tears for self, cool tears for God?”

“Yes.”

“But tears one way or the other?”

“Yes, until the Final Fauna—union with God—is reached. Until then, there are tears because there is suffering—suffering for self, or suffering for God.”

“And how does one suffer for God Grandfather?”

“Gurdjieff called it ‘Being Partkdolg Duty’.”

“What a funny word Grandfather, what does it mean?”

“You know my dear, the last time I was asked that question was in India in 1979 by Adi K. Irani.”

“Meher Baba’s close follower?”

“Yes, the very same. We were sitting in his little office in the Trust Compound talking. In those days, many of Meher Baba’s Mandali were still alive and very accessible. As for me, it was my first trip to India and my first pilgrimage to Meher Baba’s tomb shrine. How I got there is another story, but there I was sitting in Adi’s office talking to him about Meher Baba, though at the time, I was still involved in what was called the Gurdjieff Work.

“It so happened that Adi asked me about Gurdjieff. He said, ‘Who is this man Gurdjieff and what was his work?’ I answered him this way. ‘I’m sure if we asked that same question about Meher Baba to a hundred followers we would probably get a hundred different answers. And, no doubt, you would get a hundred different answers from a hundred different followers of Gurdjieff were you to ask them the same question about him.

‘So, the way I would answer your question is to say that Gurdjieff’s work with his followers was to teach them Being Partkdolg Duty. Being Partkdolg Duty was a term he used to suggest the ability to labor consciously and suffer intentionally in order to help share the burden of our Common Father Creator.’  Having said that, Adi immediately and forcefully replied to me, ‘I like this man Gurdjieff, his work was the work of effacement.’”

“Effacement?”

“Yes, Meher Baba was once asked about what yoga he taught. His reply was that his yoga was the yoga of you go.”

“And so it always comes back to that, doesn’t it Grandfather?”

“Yes dear, it always comes back to that. The question is how? How can man jump over his own knees?

“The saint is bound by a golden chain, the sinner by a spiked one, but the Goal is to be free of all chains.” – Meher Baba

“Granddaughter, Upasani Maharaj once said, “All of you look like God to me. If, however, you think you are like impure gold, then it has to be purified.”  Is there really any other way to see it then as a great divine enigma wrapped in an irony? Without thought there can be no consciousness, yet, thought obscures consciousness. Everything appears to be Nothing, but Nothing appears to be Everything. Doing does not exist, yet we are prompted by mind to do, and for the wrong doing which is never done, we are prompted to repent. What are we to think? Meher Baba tells us it is all a mighty joke and yet the jest is on His chest!”

“After all, animate or inanimate—the whole creation is borne out of happiness—from Bliss—and hence, to have higher stages of happiness that Bliss began to ascend up in the evolutionary process from its original lower inanimate stages. The creation thus originated from Bliss and has to return back ultimately to its origin—the Bliss.” – Upasani Maharaj

“And so Grandfather, we all feel like we’re doing and feel that we need to do more, and yet, there is nothing to do and nothing that can be done. But still, I wake up every morning and my mind tells me there is much to do and my mind tells me if I don’t do, there will be unfortunate consequences. I mean, that is what I experience.”

“Yes dear, what you say is true, that is how it is. We have to live the dream that is ours acting as if it means everything while knowing that it is just nothing.”

“Grandfather, your talk stirs in me a memory of when I was very young and you took me to a special ceremony.”

“Yes, I remember it well too. It was a special Tibetan Buddhist ceremony called The Black Hat Ceremony.”

“It was beautiful Grandfather. So many monks chanting, doing various thing, while that man; What did you call him?”

“The Karmapa.”

“Yes, while the Karmapa sat on a high platform watching it all, directing it all.”

“Yes, Karmapa is a title, only the Karmapa has the authority to conduct the Black Hat Ceremony. He was the only man on the planet who held that title. Do you remember that the ceremony was for the transmission of the attribute of divine compassion?”

“I do, and I remember too that I felt a little disappointed when we left because I didn’t feel any more compassionate.”

“Meher Baba said that the greatest gift is given by one who does not realize that he is giving and received by one who does not realize he is receiving. Seeds are planted, they disappear into the earth, they sprout at some fixed time corresponding to their destiny, and only then do they, as seedlings, break the surface of the earth and become visible to us. Seeds were planted in you my dear, seeds were planted. Meher Baba also said, ‘Things that are real are given and received in silence.’”

“I sincerely hope so grandfather, in my mind, I feel that compassion and love are very much the same—that compassion springs forth from love and that love gives rise to compassion. I remember something else about that time when we viewed the Black Hat Ceremony—something that has stayed with me ever since.”

“What was that dear?”

“I was watching the Karmapa and I noticed that he was attentive to everything that was going on. When necessary he gave a direction, said something, did something, but at the same time he appeared to be unattached to what was going on and what he was doing. He expressed such grace in his movements and actions, yet did not seem at all like he was posturing or posing. He laughed, sometimes he scratched, once I even saw him pick his nose.”

“And what did you take away from this experience?”

“Yes, I felt that I was being given a gift in the form of a living example of how I could lead my life. To be attentive is not such a great thing. People are often seen to be attentive, but only when they are attached to something. When there is no attachment there is a kind of sloppiness. But, to be attentive and not attached at the same time, that is very rare. It seemed to me to be a special state.”

“What do you think can motivate attention without attachment?”

“Yes that is the question Grandfather, I have come to believe that it is compassion that springs from love. It was the Karmapa’s compassion for all life that motivated his attentiveness.”

“I see the bird fly – I am the enjoyer of that,

And hear her song – I am the enjoyer of that.

I see the rain fall –I am the enjoyer of that,

And feel it’s warmth and wetness upon my skin – I am the enjoyer of that.

I am the enjoyer, I am the eater, I am the experiencer. 

Eating is joy—everything eats everything—everything enjoys everything—

I enjoy, but am I enjoyed?

How can the enjoyer be the enjoyed?

Give yourself to the Master,

Let the Master eat you for His enjoyment,

And in His enjoyment you will experience the ultimate enjoyment—the bliss—

The bliss of the Infinite Bliss.” The Enjoyer – Michael Kovitz

“Grandfather, when we first came to the garden it was to speak about my experiences of the technique of watching my breath. This has been very helpful and I have, as always, thoroughly enjoyed your many stories. Now, it occurs to me to ask you about your own experiences of watching your breath, particularly, the question of why you do it.”

“My dear, you are wise beyond your years and you intuitively find your way to the heart of the matter. I am happy to answer any of your questions and hope my answer satisfies you. Granddaughter, the simple answer is that I have no idea at all why I continue to practice the exercise of watching my breath. I cannot say that the practice is not enjoyable to me, but neither can I say that the enjoyment of the practice is why I continue to do it.

“My dear, I have, over time, begun to perceive myself as being in a rather strange state, for this not-knowing why I continue to practice the exercise of watching my breath is quite consistent with almost everything else I do, or not do, in my life. I really don’t know why I do, or don’t do, any of it. I used to know, I used to think I knew, but now I don’t—and I don’t even want to know, or even entertain the question. It’s like I wander around in a dream, aware, but not quite aware of myself, until someone asks me who I am and then I look at myself and think; ‘ What should I tell him?’ and then some answer comes out.

“My dear, see how beautiful this garden is, see how beautiful you are, I am not blind to beauty—to beauty, to favor, to privilege, but also I remain aware that it is all transitory, all passing, and that love alone prevails. Yes, love is the key.

“Adi K. Irani used to say, ‘A kiss and a kick from Meher Baba are one and the same—still, I prefer the kiss.’ Adi’s very honest statement reveals his state of being conscious of illusion, adrift in the sea of illusion, affected by the heavens and hells of illusion, yet, also maintaining the conviction inherent in the association with reality—with Meher Baba—the conviction that life as we live it is illusion and that reality which we do not experience is the only reality.

“Love is the link between reality in reality and reality in illusion. What we do, what we think we are doing is not important, but doing it with love, or at least realizing that love is there, that love alone prevails, awakens us to the foolishness of making distinctions between illusory things and placing importance on those distinctions. From the perspective of reality, why make distinctions between the beggar and the king when they are both illusory states of consciousness? The same goes for all dualities; smart and stupid, beautiful and ugly, black and white, female and male—if God makes no distinctions, then why should I?

“Granddaughter, so many seekers, so many pilgrims, make it out to be so difficult, so complicated, when it is not complicated at all. Why do we make it complicated? For the sake of the mind, for the mind thrives on complications and fears simplicity, because with simplicity the mind is out of a job.”

“How simple is that Grandfather—nothing to figure out, nothing to change, nothing to do accept to do what comes to you with love.”

  

“Christ said, ‘Leave all and follow me.’ What did that mean?

“Don (Stevens) replied, ‘I assume it means literally to leave everything and follow Christ within yourself.’ Then Baba continued:

‘But the meaning behind it was not to leave all these things; not to renounce the world, it was to obey.  Leave all thoughts, your selfish thoughts, and simply obey me. Then, you are liberated, you are free. But if you cannot, then more and more bindings are created, for every action creates a binding.

‘You are very old, Don, ages old! And you are bound. And you will be bound and you will go on getting bound age after age. Age after age, the same bindings will be created, you'll try to free yourself and in so doing, get re-bound. But once you are liberated completely, then you will realize that there was no binding at all. It was just imagination – a dream; you were seeing and experiencing only a dream.

‘All of you here are very old – ancient ones. All are God, God is within each one, and God is not bound by time: He is eternal. You are all eternal. Now you are bound. You feel you are bound and you continue to get bound; but there will be a time when every individual gets freed, gets liberated. Then that individual realizes that all his bindings were just in a dream – he was seeing a dream.

‘Christ took upon himself the sufferings of others. Why? To liberate humanity. And the bindings are still there. Mankind is still bound. Yet, liberation does not require time. You are bound for ages, but when you get liberated, it is instantaneous – it comes in a flash!

‘Just think of it. God is within all, in everyone, and He is infinite. God is all-powerful, God is all-bliss. And yet, though God is in each one, how helpless we feel! We weep, we feel pain, we feel sorrow, although God, who is so infinitely powerful and blissful, is there! Why? It is because of our own bindings. But there is one way to get liberated from these bindings, and that is through love.’”– Lord Meher, 1st. ed., Bhau Kalchuri, Vol. 14, p. 5019.