… It is my grace! This is my real mercy which descends on a very, very select few. These are my friends. They are my lovers to whom I give the gift of sorrow and distress. It is a gift much greater than gold — of incalculable value — and not given to all. This gift is only for my beloved children. We Masters can grant a world of gold, of happiness and prosperity to others by our blessings, but this rare and great gift of privations, troubles and suffering is destined for only a few.
– Meher Baba
If it be your will, That I speak no more
And my voice be still, As it was before
I will speak no more, I shall abide until
I am spoken for, If it be your will
If it be your will, That a voice be true
From this broken hill, I will sing to you
From this broken hill, All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will, To let me sing
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
If it be your will, If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill, Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill, On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will, To make us well
And draw us near, And bind us tight
All your children here, In their rags of light
In our rags of light, All dressed to kill
And end this night, If it be your will
If it be your will
If It Be Your Will, Leonard Cohen
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… On 2 April [1930], some of the mandali were feeling depressed and complained to Baba, “Staying with you is nothing but harassment. Life is so full of hardships now. There is no other thought in our minds and hearts except death. We look happy to others; we eat and spend time with everyone who comes, but who sees the dagger piercing our hearts?”
In reply, Baba explained, consoling them:
It is my grace! This is my real mercy which descends on a very, very select few. These are my friends. They are my lovers to whom I give the gift of sorrow and distress. It is a gift much greater than gold — of incalculable value — and not given to all. This gift is only for my beloved children. We Masters can grant a world of gold, of happiness and prosperity to others by our blessings, but this rare and great gift of privations, troubles and suffering is destined for only a few.
So, don’t be anxious. Remember that I love most those whose hearts I pierce and who, though their hearts are wounded, stay with me and stick to me through thick and thin. Were I to use my dagger on outsiders, they would not dare approach me! I keep them happy with praise and encouragement so that they may be in my contact and gradually be fit to bow down to me in the real sense of the word.
For my friends — I kill them and it is my highest mercy on them! What is my mercy? What is my grace? It is your trouble and harassment!
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