It will convey the simple Truth in its utter and indefinable simplicity. It will mark the moment of fulfillment of the Divine Life. It will throw open new gates to Eternity. It will give new hope to a despairing humanity. But for the fulfillment of the Divinely Ordained Plan, it is necessary that humanity should throw away all its accumulated impediments and surrender unconditionally to the abiding love for God — the unfailing and supremely Universal Beloved. God has to be accepted in all simplicity and not by laboriously proved intellectual conclusions.
Wine is prepared by the crushing and further crushing of grapes, whereby it acquires the capacity for intoxication, which usually takes away one's command of understanding. Close and repeated feeling of love for God also brings intoxication, but this takes you toward true understanding. This understanding is not gained through reason or intellect. As long as you remain separated from God and try to understand Him, He cannot be understood.
There is no separation between you and God. Lover and Beloved are One. You yourself are the Way. You are God.
The Word that I will speak will go to the world as from God, not as from a philosopher. It will go straight to its heart. With the dawn of the realization of the Unity of all life, hatred and dissension will come to an end. There will be unfaltering love and unfailing understanding, and men shall be united in an inviolable brotherhood, based on the realized Oneness of God.
After this message was read, Baba, at four o'clock, dictated (as he had promised an hour before) this extemporaneous special message about worship or obeisance:
In the Beyond state of God, sex does not exist. There, only One Indivisible Existence prevails. It is in the realm of illusory phenomenon called the universe that sex asserts itself.
Babajan, the Master who, in less than an instant, made me experience my Ancient, Infinite State, had the Muslim form of a woman. Upasni Maharaj, who brought me down to normal consciousness, had a Hindu male form. Babajan was a young and beautiful girl from a high, noble and rich family, when she renounced the world just before she was going to be married. When at Poona, with one kiss on my forehead, she made me know that I am the Ancient One. She was about 100 years old, sitting underneath a tree like a true fakir.