The day was ending at Madhuban Ashram, as the sun’s last golden rays shined out as it nestled its way down between the peaks of the Himalayan valley.  Just miles from Kainchi and Nainital, M...

Maharaj-ji was slippery.  His devotees were always trying to track him down, to keep him in one place, to hold on to his form.  When he left his body in September of 1973, he left no books,...

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