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Swami walked slowly and lovingly into the early morning sun. Through bliss, I could see something special in the poetry of his soft ethereal movement, in the knowing authority transmied from fathomless eyes. He came toward me as the God of love, breathtakingly beautiful, and I knew I was in paradise. The scene was not of this earth; I was intoxicated by heavenly nectar, bathed by a holy melody of master and music, and I wept.
Swami walked slowly among his devotees in an expanded form that brought wonder to all. He was not like a human being; he was majestic and in everybody’s hearts. He was exquisitely aractive and full of goodness. Swami stopped in the distance, held in the hearts of his devotees and in the lap of so sun beams, and slowly raised and extended his hands in front of his heart, palms up and moving in mesmerizing circles. I saw in an inner vision, precious multicolored gems in his cupped hands. Vibrant
rays of vivid violets, blues,
yellows, greens, reds,
golds, pinks, and oranges
sparkled with dazzling
life. Here were treasures
beyond description, and he
was giving these precious
gis to us.
How we need him! Our families and societies are in turmoil. It is as if our families have terminal illnesses and, in pain, take to bed, unable to move and care for themselves. Dark clouds envelop our homes that are without hope. We are helpless facing