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From Rhode Island, Shri Nathji and Priya Nath arrived in New York City, Manhattan. Dr. Kean had arranged for a room at a hotel in the city for Shri Nathji and Priya Nath. Shri Nathji stood in the midst of the towering skyscrapers, symbols of the material prosperity of man, and looked up at them. These pillars of cement had dwarfed man. But up and beyond them lay the vastness of the Universe in which the earth existed like a tiny speck. It was a strange sight–the Creator of all that vastness walking in such tiny dimensions.
Shri Nathji stood in the window of his hotel and looked up at the majesty of the Empire State Building, one of the tallest buildings in the world. He smiled to himself. The building seemed to be a mighty endeavour on the part of man to soar upwards to reach God. By a strange quirk of fate, God was walking on the earth below, in the shadows of these gigantic structures.
God had entered New York City silently, and ere the city was aware of his presence, he would steal out of it just as silently. The purifying blessings, which emanated from his body all the time as part of his divine aura, would remain with the people of the city. They could use them.