By Mahatma Das
How do we describe the ecstasy we felt reading a letter to us with the words, “I am very pleased that …” We lived only for his pleasure, and to know that our little efforts were pleasing to him was infinitely more intoxicating than the best psychedelic drugs. To know that our humble efforts could in some way please him was the most satisfying experience of our lives, far greater than any satisfaction that even Lord Brahma or Indra could achieve. Just knowing that he was pleased was an out of the world experience. We lived for this “high.”
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