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04 - Gifts of Love

Gifts of Love

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.


Know me as all - Knowing

Know me as all - Knowing

What I want to tell you is that I know everything. I am in each of you, and everywhere. As conscious real T in this false T of yours, I know everything. You exist as you were existing because you were there, you are there and you will continue to be there. You have been caught here in the snares of 'Maya', and the accumulation of sanskaras (impressions) makes you get more and more involved in Maya. All this life is a dream. The past and future are not there. There is only the Eternal Now in the everlasting present.


Avatar Meher Baba


Keep your faces turned towards the Sun of Truth and your shadows of individualised Maya will lie behind you, and though 'still existent, will have no power over you. But if you turn your backs to the Sun your shadows will be before you and you will be following them. Although by yourselves you cannot get rid of your shadows, if you turn your backs on them and keep facing the Sun at the time of His full ascendence and glory, your shadows will disappear forever.


Avatar Meher Baba


If you can love Me, love God. Your love will make you know Me. If you can make others happy through your love without seeking your own happiness, you can free yourself from this bondage. You can then find Me as I really am. No sooner do you get that Experience then you feel liberated and experience infinite Bliss.

Judith Garbett: A LITTLE FLOWER


Mani Irani - www.meherbabairani.comMani recalled this lovely little story which took place inMeherazad.

Usually after breakfast Baba went across to Mandali Hall to be with His men. They carried Him over on a lift chair. He was allergic to cold air, when seated in the lift chair He would hold a scarf over His nose.

As many pilgrims know, in the centre of the garden in Meherazad there is an oval patch bordered with flowerbeds which Mehera would lovingly care for. On the morning of this story, Mani had gone down ahead to fetch some typing Baba had given her to do and was standing by the green bench under the tamarind tree facing the oval when Baba went by in the lift chair.

Mani stood watching as the men carried Baba across at a quick pace, and saw Him gesture clearly with His free hand, 'What a nice flower.' Mani was astonished at this, for there were only young tender seedlings in the flowerbed He had ponted to. So she went close to it, searching for her eyes for where the flower was. She could see nothing but a blanket of fresh green shoots. She squatted down to peer at close quarters, but no flower. Then going down on her hands and knees, at last she spotted under a leaf the lone little flower which had not escaped Baba's glance, even when He was going by the oval at a brisk pace!

Mani stood there transfixed, realising that she had just witnessed in this little episode was His love and compassion for His own, however insignificant. And she said to herself, 'If He gives a simple little flower in His garden such personal attention, how can we ever think He would neglect those who love Him!'

Judith Garbett

LIVES OF LOVE, Mani part 2, p. 5
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