The Story Of Swami Rama - Holybook

The Story Of Swami Rama
Tirath Ram! Otherwise not. Till Satya Ganga
floweth not in my house, I cannot live there, my
heart cannot beat there. I cannot stop there.
Nobody does send messages to the dead to return,
but those who wish to see them die themselves. I
am dead, I am dead while still in body. Let not my
people try to call me back. But if they be like me,
then meeting is quite easy.
If Murliwala of Murali (his own village) becomes
Murari - of God - then possibly the one who makes
Tiraths (holy places) holy might come there. Where
the Ganges of Peace floweth not, there my coming
is difficult. After all, all dead bones have to come
and rest in the Ganges. Why not bring them quite
willingly when still alive?
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(The following is another letter in a similar strain.)
Am I alone?
No pupil now with me! No servant! The human
habitation is far away! There is not a shadow of
man here! It is a wilderness, it is deep solitude. The
night is full of stars, it is mid-night. But am I
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