I am one year old.
Only one year old! Then I am much older than You. I am four years old.
I am so happy to hear that. Now tell me, sweetest Stephanie, do you love Me?
Yes, I love You, but I also love my Guru.
That is fine. I love your Guru too. He and I are one. He is My son. Shall I tell you a secret, Stephanie?
Please, please tell me.
Your Guru loves you more than you love him.
Never, I won't believe You, God. I love my Guru more than he loves me.
All right, will you believe Me if I say that I love you more than you love Me.
Never. I Love You more than You love me.
You are wrong, Stephanie.
No, God, You are wrong. God, You know that I pray to my Guru everyday. He comes to see me only two times a year. So You see, I love him more than he loves me. I pray to You everyday. But You have come to see me only today for the first time. So You see, I love You more than You love me.
My sweetest child Stephanie, every night your Guru and I come to see you while you are fast asleep.
Every night You and my Guru come to see me! I am going to tell my mommy. Mommy!
With His proudest smile God disappears.From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 6, No. 7, Feb. 27, 1971, AUM Centre Press, 1971
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