Love, Love, Love

“You only want to hear me say one word, love.” Baba Hariharananda answers the phone. “Don Baba, you only want to hear me say one word, love.” Is it not true?”

Yes it was true, as I was sitting in my apartment in New York City in the year 2001, meditating on the good fortune of just being able to hear his voice say the word, “love.” I was astonished that he was still alive, still teaching at such an advanced age, after all these years. How blessed I was to be able to be in his consciousness even just for a moment from the long distance, feeling his presence engulf me with its loving, blissful embrace, my whole body perceiving sound, light, vibration as I listened to his voice.

“Ever new each moment, with each breath you are new. God is constantly changing you, making you more divine with each breath. Each inhalation. Can you not feel it? You should feel it. This is why you have come here, why you are born, why you have come to guru, to show you the way, to help you, to teach you, so you can get that state. Just now you should believe, perceive,merge with God, merge with love. Feel it? The real you, formless, infinite, the real you. Love, Love Love. Don Baba, I am so happy you called.”