I often have to translate for Babaji and He is using me as a kind of filter between Himself and other people. Between Him and myself, He often uses Shastriji as a filter, the old sage who always accompany Him, sleeping and eating  with Him. He recounts stories about the great yogis of the past. Each of them having to complete some enormous sacrifice, giving up every attachment, in order to reach the truth. The path of divine realisation, Babaji tells me, is the most difficult task in this world, and arduous path to follow, similar to trying to walk on a razor's edge.

He told me that in the Kali yuga all yogis trip up on some obstacle or another and even sadhus fail to carry out their practises, some because of an attachment to food, or sex,  some due to an attachment to power or wanting to be guru before they have even become disciples.

I look at Baba and feel perplexed. Who knows what will happen to me if one day He leaves me. I have doubts whether I could manage alone, it is only His Grace that allows me to continue tentatively on my path.


The other day,  while I was massaging His feet in the garden, He told me," I am tired. I am going to the Himalaya. "

I asked if He would take me with Him but He replied smiling that it would be too cold for me there.


From 'Fire of transformation' by Gaura Devi.

RIP Gaura Devi
We will miss you