A sacrifice is a gift of the essence or the product of our lives. It may be a gift of our time, a gift of our talent, or a gift of our treasure.
To whom praise and blame are equal, who is silent, content with every fortune, home-renouncing, steadfast in mind, and worships Me, that person is dear to me.
Every person has both a bad heart and a good heart. No matter how good a man seems, he has some evil. No matter how bad a man seems, there is some good about him. No man is perfect.
By self-study, by observing, by being hollow and empty, you become a channel - you become a part of the Divine. You are able to feel the presence of Divinity. All the different angels and devas, all these different forms of our consciousness, start blossoming.
For which of you desiring to build a tower, does not first sit down and count the cost, whether he has enough to complete it?
