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Once Shri Nathji said:
How can man understand God? This is an impossibility. Man would have to be God to understand God. Only God can understand Himself, there is no one else who can understand Him.  How can a layman understand a Ph.D. in science? Only a Ph.D. can understand a Ph.D!
“You can introduce a person only to the extent that you know that person. In truth, no one can fully introduce another to anyone else because no one knows what the other person’s thoughts and emotions are, or what his past, present and future are. You cannot even introduce yourself fully to another, because you are not aware of your own inner self, and do not know of the new thoughts and new emotions that are yet to come to you. How, therefore, can you introduce God to anyone? Only God can introduce Himself! Only God knows of His own thoughts and emotions, His purposes and designs, His past, present and future and His Infinitude.”
Shri Nathji’s arguments were irrefutable, and incontrovertible. His listeners were swept away into a bliss of self-forgetfulness.
Shri Nathji said:
There is a bulb which lies unlit. How can light enter into it? Someone must connect it to a socket which carries an electric current, and light shall shine forth from the bulb in a second!
That someone was Shri Nathji. He had come to connect the hearts of the people to the power-house, God, which He was, Himself.
Many persons present on the occasion felt their inner beings flooded with light divine. Shri Nathji was giving them a practical experience of what he was saying. The room was surcharged with the atmosphere of a powerful, indefinable divine current that reached out into the depths of the souls of all present.
At the end of Shri Nathji’s sermon, the gathered assembly ran forward towards him in an ecstasy of divine bliss.
For a while, the yoga teacher appeared perturbed and jealous. His disciples were getting too enamoured of Shri Nathji. He tried to belittle what Shri Nathji had said:
I don’t imagine you understood what he said, the yoga teacher said to his disciples, after all he has just come from India, and his examples and manner of expression are different.
We understood him perfectly, said his devotees, it was too beautiful for words! The impression is indelible.
Getting flustered, the yoga teacher said: But yoga is essential! You have to practise. You have to concentrate. You have to develop a spiritual discipline. Who will come to shine a light upon you to give you instant enlightenment?
His disciples had already received sufficient enlightenment in an instant from the light Shri Nathji had thrown upon their souls.
The yoga teacher relented, and bowed before Shri Nathji. Unfortunately, he had not been granted the light his disciples had received from Shri Nathji, but he knew he was in the presence of an infinitely superior spiritual force.
When someone suggested that Shri Nathji’s face resembled that of Swami Vivekanand, the yoga teacher immediately interposed: No. He is much more handsome than Vivekananda. His beauty enters one’s heart.
The clouds of envy that had enveloped the yoga teacher’s heart gradually began to disappear when he discovered that Shri Nathji wanted nothing from him or his disciples.
Upon parting, Shri Nathji said to the yoga teacher, I have given you a place in my heart!
No, said the yoga teacher, give me a place in your feet!
You must stay in America for a few years, he said to Shri Nathji, and all of America will be at your feet!
But Shri Nathji was not interested in bringing anyone to his feet. He had said frequently:
I am not that light which falls only upon your heads. I am that light which rests upon your feet as well!