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The time had come for Shri Nathji to reveal himself fully and finally and to fulfil the mission he had come for in the world. As a youth of fifteen, while still at Amritsar, Shri Nathji had set down on paper divine revelations in the book: “Payaame Muhabbat”– “A Message of Love”, which revealed the wealth of divinity stored in him. Yet no matter what Shri Nathji said or did, everything was endowed with divinity which could belong to God alone.   
The divine flow of his words, the absolute and irrefutable logic of his arguments, the divine beauty of his parables, and the majesty of his prose made ornate by Urdu and Persian verse, won the hearts of all who came to him. It mattered not to Shri Nathji whether he was addressing thousands or just one man, woman or child. The divine wealth of knowledge that came from him was inexhaustible. He could speak till eternity and yet ever newer and newer revelations would flow out of him. After all, he was an infinite treasure-house of spirituality which could go on showering its unending flow of gems upon the earth, or an ever-flowing fountain of divine nectar, each and every drop of which contained immortality.
Wherever Shri Nathji would go, people would flock to hear his words. The world had never witnessed such a powerful orator before. His words contained a living divine force that penetrated deep down into the depths of the human soul. It was the voice of the Eternal Friend calling out to the dormant soul of man.  It was the Voice of God.
His listeners would enter a world of self-forgetfulness, a meditation without an effort.
Those who came close to him experienced the vision of the Divine. This would remain with them even when they were far away from him. The meditation one derived from him was difficult to break; it was constant, and present in all the chores of one’s life. How different it was from the enforced meditation of the Yogi who must withdraw himself from the world and concentrate deeply within.
To sit near Shri Nathji and to listen to him was to attain a self-forgetfulness. Hours would pass by and the listen­ers would not be aware of time. It was a divine touch that car­ried one beyond space and time.

Where God exists,” Shri Nathji used to say, time does not exist. 

And self-forgetfulness was not all. One emerged from the experience, perfectly at peace within, purified and purged of all sins. People who had numerous questions to ask found their questions answered, unasked. Philosophers, scientists, religion­ists all marvelled at the irrefutable arguments this youth used in his sermons. How could so much knowledge, so much enlighten­ment, so much of spiritual radiance come to one so young in age? Mahatmas, saints and sages were stunned. They bowed before him, acknowledging the presence of the Supreme Being.
People who came to him found themselves miraculously cured of their sufferings, or else they found themselves in possession of an unshakeable faith that gave them strength to bear whatever sufferings came their way.
What strange power existed in His Voice?  It was a rain of Nectar. People from all walks of life, the rich and the poor, came to him and went away satisfied, at peace within. Some called him a beautiful, knowledgeable child who knew of the mysteries of creation; some called him a devata, an angel, and worshipped him; others were quick to divine that the youth contained no ego within himself–and that there was nothing but God within him. No, he could not be set down as a saint, mahatma or rishi. His bearings were those of a Prophet or an Avatar. He had come down to earth to grant salvation to mankind. How else would such ineffable peace be experienced in his presence? How else would one’s soul be flooded with such an indefinable bliss before him? How else would such unbounded love be found in him?
Shri Nathji would be moved neither by praise nor by criticism. He had but one aim before him–to relieve the sufferings of as many as came to him. And for this task he was prepared to make any sacrifice. He had no thought for his clothes, food, or living habits. His words were ever ready and his good wishes ever flowing for the humanity around him, like the vibrant melody of a stringed instrument.
Shri Nathji had passed through many difficult phases of life during the early part of his youth. There was even the time when he had lived amidst tombs along with Shri Babaji Maharaj, who had renounced his wealth, and chosen this way of life. But, like Shri Babaji, Shri Nathji reigned supreme over the sorrows and joys of the world.