Earlier in the afternoon at 1:30 pm Shri Nathji had spoken magnificently and powerfully to a certain Mrs. Ingle, the sister of Mrs. Narsikar. Mrs. Ingle lives in Nagpur where her husband is a sculptor who makes bronze statues and sells them for large sums. She had made the moorti, bust statue, of Mahamateshwari at the Narsikar home at Nagpur. After she had made the statue she acquired a miraculous skill in the trade.“MAIN BHEE AAPKAA STATUE BANAA RAHAA HOON. JO BHEE AAYAA USSE JAANAA HAI. AVTAAR, PEER, PAIGAMBAR – SAB GAYE. MAINE BHEE JAANAA HAI. MAGAR MAINE MRITYU KO KAIH DIYAA HAI ABHI MERAA KAAM BAAKI HAI. MERI AAGYAA KE BINA MAT AANAA!”“I, too, am making your statue. Whoever comes into the world, must go. Avatars, saints, prophets, all had to go. I, too, have to go. But I have told Death that I still have work left to do, so do not come without my Order!”Shri Nathji told the lady about the sacrifice of Priya Nath, how he had left his job in America and had come to India to serve Him, and to work with Him in His mission.“Sab se door vastu aapse kyaa hai? Aapkaa mukh. Aur sab se nazdeek? Aapkaa mukh!“Kabhi kissee ne dekhaa apnaa chehraa! Naheen. Jab dekha sheeshe men hi dekhaa!Shri Nathji was referring to the nearness of God within man’s heart. Being so near, He was so far!“O, He after whom I ran from place to place, Suddenly I found Him sitting in my Heart, Face to Face!”