You are my very dear children; your conjoined songs of love fill me with joy. My son has a great capacity for love, which he vows to me in a kind of sacred worship. He is very dear to my heart and he occupies a choice place in it. Yours, my dear daughter, has also had a place therein for a long time, even before Sahaj Marg appeared to you. Render thanks to God for having caught my attention to this extent. Amidst all the tribulations of life, you have managed to keep the heart of a child. How could we not be touched by such a high degree of surrender and love? Your heart also vows such devotion to me; in that, my son and you are in perfect symbiosis. It is about a beautiful love story, which will leave its mark on history. It will be known, and will get the imagination going in the fervent hearts that will walk in your footsteps, and will apply themselves to loving like that.

"My son and you reside in me; what else can be said! That is the way it goes. In this world, there is no explanation to give; here, the situation is altogether different. All this business will be brought to light. You should simply proceed as you have always done: love, quite naturally, without asking yourself any questions. Love us, it is your vocation."

Babuji

--Reflections