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Shri Nathji had often said:
“Take the example of a father and a child. Initially, the father walks with the speed of the child. He cannot make him run along with himself. However, when the child has grown up, the father makes him run with himself. In a like manner I must come down to the level of the devotee at first instance, and then wait till the time the devotee has come up to my level.”
Shri Nathji had also added:

“Bhagwan jab aapki sunte hain to aapki level par utar aate hain, aur jab naheen sunte to aapko apni level par le jaate hain!

“When God listens to your prayers He comes down to your level; and when He does not listen to your prayers He takes you up to His own level!”

Every time that Shri Nathji would come down the flat to his waiting car, crowds would gather to look at his extraordinarily beautiful personality, radiating a divine light that illuminated the hearts of all who saw him. 
His royal dress–the golden silk turban, the long flowing navy blue achkan, beautifully fitting his body with seven buttons and a closed neck, and a length that came down to his knees, his white woollen chooridars, his well-polished, black leather shoes, his entire countenance, made people wonder who he was.
Many thought he was a Maharaja. People often asked the chauffeur of Shri Nathji’s car: Who is he? The Maharaja of Jammu and Kashmir? Or is he the Gaekwad of Baroda? 
Little did they know that he was the Maharaja of their hearts. There was not a single man any time, anywhere, who ever thought of Shri Nathji as an ascetic, a sadhu or a mahatma. His majestic appearance was like that of royalty, albeit an Emperor that radiated love and peace and a soothing divine light to the world.