A MASTER IS A MAN LIKE US.

He has two eyes, two ears, two legs,
two arms, a nose, a heart, a mouth -
a physical body, a mind, an intellect
and a soul.

While some of us have developed our
bodies and our minds and intellects,
a Master has developed His soul.

Oh Man, Masters say, you are
suffering under a grand delusion
You will have to leave the body someday,
and yet you are so much identified
with it, you have forgotten who you are.

Masters come from time to time
to remind us of this and to show
us the way back to our True Home,
the Home of our Father.

„Don’t you want to go back home?“
they ask.

To a Master there is no difference
whether we reside in a church, a
temple, a gurdwara, or a mosque.
They see us from the level of the soul.

The world is never without such personages.
They come in all religions
and castes. They too, like farmers
and office-workers, kings and peasants,
politicians and mid-wives,
have to leave the world someday.

Some call them renunciates, and
they say: Oh Man, you are the
renunciate. For the sake of the
world, you have given up God.

In wordly things, we have to make
a hypothesis and put in years and
years of study. Even then we cannot
boast that we know everything
of worldly things. But by doing the
other way, by directing our attention
inside, we come to the root of all
Creation. This is the way to God,
Masters tell us.

In the old days men used to go to
a Master and were made into men.
They were woulded, dyed in the wool
of the Master, and then were given
an inner experience.

Today, times have changed and
Masters give us some spiritual
capital to begin with.

Masters have that experience within
themselves and are competent with a
little thought of theirs to withdraw
our attention from the outside, make
us rise above body consciousness
and open our inner eye to see the
light of God.

Oh Man, they say, you live in a
pitiable state. Inside the house you
occupy also lives God and the two
of you know not the other. It is
your birthright.

How many different ways to describe
such personages, such God-men, such
radiances of love and bliss, such
fountains of intoxication -
as friends, as fathers, as brothers,
as teachers, as guides, as men, as
lovers, as word made-flesh. Words
cannot gird their breadth.

They are living books, and beside
them books are dead.

In whatever company we sit, Masters
say, we will have the same radiation.
If we sit by a wrestler, we will develop
a real love for strength. If we sit by
a learned man, our love will grow for 
literary things. If we sit by somebody
who is overflowing with the love of
God, naturally we will have the same
love by radiation.

God radiates through the eyes of
a Master, and He teaches others
without any language through the
eyes.

If you ask such a lover of God if
he is a Master, He will say, „Did
I tell you this? I am only a servant
of my Master. It is through His
grace I am here, and God’s willing.“