"Let my love be measured by giving and not by gain"
The last time Gururaj visited Spain was in March 1988, a few weeks before his passing. On the last day in our course in El Escorial, early in the morning, he came to Cansita and Raman’s room and then everybody started to gather in the room. We were enjoying the last moments in his presence, it was a farewell course. And he did announce it.
Gururaj was born and raised Parsotam Narshi Bhana in India. He lived most of his life beyond age 20 in Cape Town, South Africa. A brief synopsis of Gururaj's life up to age 44 is given below under chronology. Most pertinent, to this profile, is the
To give love to one who is love
You who are agony and pain unto yourself
yet you know not that you are an offering
To a world suffering and thirsting for love.
Questioner: Guruji, this question arises from the difficulty I have with the concept of the Personal God, God with form and I ask myself what is that form? And then I understand from the things that you have said in the past that the Personal God, Ishvara, continues to exist during the present cycle of […]
Do I exist or do I live? The question would start, «Do I exist or do I live?» Ninety‑ nine point nine nine nine percent of the world’s population, which is about 4000 million today, they do not live, they just exist. So live life with the realization that life is the aim and the […]
Who can conceive of that which is abstract? It is so much easier to conceive of it through the concrete. It is through the concrete that we become one with the abstract. True awareness necessarily stems from the truth that is within us, and it is a quality of truth to be absolutely unconditioned. When […]
Gururaj was born and raised Parsotam Narshi Bhana in India. He lived most of his life beyond age 20 in Cape Town, South Africa. From age 44 until his demise, which he predicted, at age 56, he devoted himself to teaching groups of people, amounting to tens of thousands of students, the art of personalised […]
What can I say that could be said in words..
Yet the soul flows in so many words.. yet speaks without sound
Whistling wind blows and affects not the flowering flower.
Knowing well that sound and sight resides in the heart’s tower.
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