cepted Him as a Living Master, whenothers rejected Him.I don't know if any brother is or is nota Master, because I have no inner experienceof my own. But if any of mybrothers or sisters believe that any oneis a Master, it is their conscience thatmust guide them, and the final arbiter istheir Master, not I or anyone else. . . .My dear sisters, my task is to reformmyself by going in; and to the extentthat I succeed, with His grace, to thatdegree I may be of help to others: notso much by words but rather by example,always being watchful lest my egoasserts itself, remembering Master'swords: "Sometimes we are selected fora certain purpose and we think that weare the master of thc scrvice that is givento us. The little ego within us naturallyasserts. This is not service. The serviceof the Master is to carry out the workas the Master wishes it. That alone canbe called a service with which the Masteris pleased, all others not. Those whoare brought nearer to the Master in oneway or the other, their ego asserts itself.They say, 'I am carrying on this or thatthing.' That assertion causes the personaffected to have a lack of swcetness inall his affairs. He will assert, he will command.He does not consider himself tobe a puppet in the hands of the Master.There should be selfless service always."(Morning Talks, pp. 144-45.)In His love and by His grace yourbrother in Him,JAMESSAT SANDESH
The Master of the PunjabContinuing Arran Stephens ' account of travels withPararn Sant Kirpal Singh /i, in the year 1967USHED excitement rose in the earlyH morning air at Sawan Ashram, aslast minute preparations wcrc beingmade for the forthcoming journey whichwas to take the Master and His partythrough the Punjab, hundreds of milesnorth and west of the Sawan Ashram inOld Delhi.The only sounds were of Mohan andRam Saroop, as thcy skillfully ropedluggage to the cars, mingled with thecries of crows and sparrows from theeucalyptus trees overhead.A murmur arose amongst the crowdof <strong>Satsang</strong>is who had gathered to bid atearful farewell to their Beloved. Amovement was made toward the Master'sbungalow . . . It was He! Emergingfrom the veranda, He strode throughthe garden motioning to His throngingchildren to make way, giving rapid andsure commands to those in charge and,as always, completely in control of thesituation. He was swiftly upon us andasked us to take our seats in the carwhile He walked through the crowd ofseveral hundred, imparting His blcssingand words of counsel, making sure thatnot one man, woman or child was overlooked.As the engines coughed to life, werolled forth into a new spiritual adventure.Ancient men and women, mothersclutching their infants as well as theyoung and able, ran en-mass with upraisedfolded hands just to have oncmore Darshan of the Gracious One andintercepted His car as it passed throughthe corridor of trees and out thc gate.They knew He would be gone for twoweeks, separated physically but not in-<strong>May</strong> 1976wardly, for those who could see andtalk to Him in His Radiant Light Form.Soon we passed through Delhi with itstecming millions and were on the openroad to the Punjab. The Punjab! Howthat word represented an essence thatseemed to flow through my aspirations.The fertile land through which the fiverivers flow: Beas, Kavi, Satluj, Chunaband Jhelum, the Punjab (literally translatedmeans Fivc Waters), historicallyhas known unimaginable sufferingsthrough repeatcd conquests of foreignkings seeking to plunder its wealth andenslave her peoples. It is also famed andhallowed by the memories of many Godmen:Guru Nanak and His nine successors(Nanak and Kabir of Banares.who were contemporaries and probablylinked, revived the Sant Mat or SuratShabd Yoga in this prcsent time cycle),Nam Dcv, Bultch Shah, Baba JaimalSingh, Sawan Singh and Baba Kirpalwere born and raised On Punjabi soil. Allof thesc were Fifth and Eighth PlaneMasters; rather Messiahs, each with aspecific task, primarily that of liberatingmankind in their respective era and locality.Amongst all the places of theworld where the Masters traveled, carryingwith Them Thcir liberating grace, itwas perhaps the Punjab where the Wordflourished the most, not that spiritualityis ever bound to any particular geographicallocality. (In fact, Baba Sawari impliedgreat spiritual awakening would beforthcoming from North America, thatthc preparatory work of the initiatesthere was indeed more important thananyone realized.)As we procecdcd along the highway