BEHOLD SATHYA IS COMING
Mahavatar Babaji, The Immortal,
Rocks this world like a mother
Rocking her children in the cradle of life.
The mirror He reflects to his roving hoards
Is likened unto Krishna and His Gopies
And the Cowherd Boys of yore . . .
And likened unto Christ and the five thousand
That He fed with two fishes and five loaves of bread . . .
And, also, likened unto Premavatar Swami Vishwananda,
Whom, in Sathya Truth . . .
Mahavatar and He are One. . .
He, who Ordained his Vaishnavi Swamis, both female and male . . .
And then country coordinators, He appointed one by one. . .
All these, Premavatar has entrusted with the
Sacred task of helping to gather the people
Whom He will take to The Divine. . .
Through time, all this we faithfully have recorded
For future time when there is No-Time,
Reflects the numerous lives
Each has lived in time, while waiting,
Unknowingly for most, for the time of No-Time,
The Sathya Age, the Golden Age of Truth
Ribbons of time flutter in the winds of lives spent
In each lifetime of both hell and heaven on Earth.
Resonance with the brothers and sisters of Earth . . .
And above with the Gods in No-Time . . .
Revolves around this wheel of time and karmic patterns
Woven into the scheme of Time and No-Time,
Like a weaver places pieces of wool together
In a pattern that makes all the pieces of woolen thread
Into a carpet which looks like One . . .
Circle, rectangle or square.
Water flows from the melting snow of the Himalayas
In springtime, where the heavenly multi-colored orchids
Peek up from the freezing, glistening, white snow beneath,
Then runs down the mountains irrigating crops and
Providing water for the populace along its way to the
Great Sacred River Ganges,
Far, far, far away on the valley floor, remotely below.
In this way, life is like the numerous droplets of water
That gather together into the rushing, gushing, torrent
Of the Sacred Ganges River flowing throughout India,
Made whole from the melting snow of the Mighty Himalayas,
Standing as sentinels of Love from the Heart of the Divine
Rushing up to the feet of Mahavatar Babaji’s children of Earth
To kiss their feet like the disciple kisses the feet of the Satguru
In Sathya-Truth of devotion and Love.
“So it is my beloved children of Earth,” Says the Unfathomable Mahavatar BabajiOn this day of February 3, 2013 As time on Earth flows into the Sathya Age to come,That mysterious, magnificent promised age of No-Time,Ringing like church bells throughout All-Time . . .Sathya, Sathya, Sathya. . .Truth, truth, truth.
“Behold! Sathya is coming; be ready, my beloved children.”
By Mahavatar Babaji