The chronicles that follow are experiences with the Satguru - there are no universal application of what said; that said it a journey partook with those who take; how can you explain with just paper.

The first minute a man, lays eye on the Satguru, with sincere longing, know for sure; he will be hollowed out. Such is the Master's promise. The wind blows, the earth sings, and fire overtakes; but the Satguru is beyond, only know to us; her Voice sings clear distantly and in the heart.

While removing his sensory tastes; beginning with the tongue, the sadhak experiences dryness. It is the wallowing up of his previous exhibition. His eyes get tired, and look into their folds. Such is why, a great sadhak has an inverted look. By preserving his tastes, he gets slowly, painfully, the drops of his sweat & effort, an effulgence overtakes him for many years.

His journey is long, it begins as a short walk, only to cascade into mountains and hilltops. The weary, turn back and try to get hold of a little sweet parchment to slake their thirst. They may make it, but not today and our story is only for today.

The others continue, forgetting the ones left off. In his heart, erodes the thundering anger and pain he felt a priori; his heart feels dead, and then suddenly expands. A great smile comes to his lips. The thirst has yielded, God has slowly begun to manifest. The ancients may say that when a light enters a room it takes no time for the darkness to vanish; but in the case of a jiva; he must take nature's pace. God has no hurry, and the Satguru has no ears for the disobedient.

Tied in a jar, hung from the highest branch, a tallest of trees awaits the climber. The strong, the unparalleled, and the jaunting - will make it- those of which who have a relentless passion, will run around at the ground, covered with dirt, last to make the ascent. But they make it too. In their hearts a burning gives them no rest; She is positioning them for great heights.

End of Day 1