Without your perpetual sufferings, would your heart give off its fragrance with equal acuity? All has its raison d'être, my child; we are not torturers. Thus is your destiny. We can only help you in our own way, in the unprecedented work accomplished with these messages. We insist on this point, as we have never done, because of the passing time and your declining strength. You are draining yourself of the strength you are used to; we thank you for all that. You do not ask for anything. You live on love and you hide it well, like a treasure whose value increases with time and which constitutes the only true property your heart possesses in this world.

Why would you withdraw your beautiful statement made yesterday about this mystical relationship – unique in its kind – with your Master and Beloved Babuji, as he is referred to throughout these messages. You are also unique, my daughter. Convey this writing to my son and all will be well. He appreciates these innumerable messages, believe me. They connect our two hearts, to name but a few. All my love to this blessed son and to you, our preferred scribe.

Babuji

--Privilege of the Heart