AUTHOR'S PREFACE

FOR TWENTY-FOUR short, beautiful, inspiring years, it was my blessing to be under the love, guidance, and
protection of a GodMan, Supreme Master Hazur Baba Sawan Singh Ji Maharaj.
 
Introducing the zealous seeker after Truth to a GodMan is answering the perennial queries:
 
What is God?
 
How can His creation know Him?
 
It is my privilege to relate the mission of a GodMan:

Commissioned from above to give free to suffering humanity the gift of Naam (Shabd) the effulgent melody - the symphonic radiance which leads the jiva (embodied soul) back to his Father's Home.
 
If only the atman (soul) could be contacted with the Shabd this "string from the Nameless Lord" would lead to His door.

But the spiritual faculties are so fogged and cloaked with gross coverings of mind and maya (illusion), that even though Shabd is reverberating within and around, the Soul cannot hear Its music nor see Its glory. How can man once again revive his link with his Maker?
 
Dhur Khasme Ka Hukam Paya;
Bin Satguru Chaitya Na Jai.

(Such is the Will of the Lord; He cannot be
known except through a living Satguru.)
                                  VAR BIHAGRA 556

Without the enlivening touch from the living Satguru, the soul cannot awaken from Its slumber and get attuned to Naam.
 
We are familiar with:

In the beginning was the Word ...
And the Word was God.

And:

Word was made flesh and dwelt among us.

So, GodMan is the Word, the Logos, the Naam (Shabd), the Kalma, the Akash-Bani, the Sraosha, and the Udgit
of the various religions of the world.
 
To the lovers of the Scriptures, the explanation is given of scriptural limitations.
 
To those who adore past Saints, historical evidence is given on their just immortality.
 
His controlling power and solicitude inspire the jiva to surrender at his feet to be forever guided by his Word.
 
May the indefatigable seeker after the Mystery of Life find eternal rest in his Naam.
 
KIRPAL SINGH


Thou art the pilgrim's Path, the blind man's Eye,
The dead man's Life; on Thee my hopes rely;
If Thou remove, I err, I grope, I die.
 
Disclose Thy sunbeams, close Thy wings, and stay;
See, see how I am blind, and dead, and stray;
Oh Thou, that art my Light, my Life, my Way.
 
FRANCIS QUARLES

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