My dear daughter, your loyalty and courage have never failed. You have never, ever, sought to put yourself forward. Many a time you have declined to receive visitors, which they did not understand. You know your place better than anyone else; this is not true of all those in the Mission. Critics are inevitable; your Master too is not spared. Dissidents are growing in number. Our way is no exception to the rule. Some of my relatives did not hesitate to impose themselves, and unfortunately the same will happen after my son. It is sad to see how unreliable humans are, even in a spiritual way like ours.

Anyway, my daughter, do not be sad about this ban on the reading of the messages. Time will give them their rightful place and they will be increasingly known, much to the chagrin of the detractors of these writings. They are not given in vain; they constitute a gold mine, an invaluable spiritual treasure for our Mission.

Be at peace. You have nothing to reproach yourself with. Remain surrendered to our hearts. You have enough to bear physically without adding the many torments due to human incomprehension.

We carry you in our hearts, our dear scribe who is always present and surrendering to our ceaseless demands. You have all our blessings.

Babuji --The Final Step