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When a tree grows, almost no one notices. But when it yields, its presence becomes undeniable. The tree’s generosity is such that it purifies even a contaminated source, offering its bounty for the welfare of all. It does not speak of its deeds, nor does it complain. Such is the nature of a true humanitarian.


In a world filled with misleading figures who call themselves 'leaders' and 'experts,' I consider myself fortunate to have a contrasting experience with beloved Daaji. This experience reaffirms my faith in humanity and in the existence of genuine, service-based guidance and leadership.


The Heartfulness Mission, which he lovingly oversees, reflects his qualities and offers essential nourishment—much like a tree does—to sincere seekers worldwide.


His birthday celebrations, rather than being about him, are dedicated offerings to those sincere souls who know the mission, as well as to those who do not. They culminated in a live meditation this morning, spreading the essence of his teachings far and wide.


In Daaji, I find not just a leader, but a true guide, whose quiet, steady presence nurtures the hearts and minds of all who come into contact with him. His example is a reminder that true leadership is not about seeking attention, but about quietly and consistently offering oneself for the greater good.

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### Blog 8: A Tribute to Chariji


Words cannot do justice to the humble yet towering character of beloved Chariji. In January 2006, I had the immense privilege of meeting him. The meeting lasted just two minutes.


What followed that brief encounter is beyond explanation. From the depths of self-doubt and despair, I found myself revitalized, regaining all the vigor, intensity, and above all, love for life that I thought I had lost. Everything else—career success, friendships, and improved relationships with family—are mere effects of that profound inner transformation.


In April 2007, I visited the beautiful Manapakkam Ashram for Heartfulness. Chariji was walking outside the gate of his cottage. I stood about twenty feet away, just watching him. I didn’t feel the need to approach him, ask him anything, or speak to him. Tears flowed continuously from my eyes, and I was immersed in a state of love and bliss. This state lasted for about half an hour.


One Saturday, I saw Chariji entering his cottage with a bandage over one of his eyes. I later learned that he had undergone cataract surgery. Yet, the very next morning, he was there, promptly conducting the Sunday Satsangh.


Many abhyasis have shared their stories—countless instances of Chariji’s iron will, enduring any pain, and helping people reach their spiritual potential or find peace, whatever their hearts desired. Even for those who were unwilling, he extended his well-being to whatever extent was permissible.


Chariji’s legacy is one of unwavering dedication and love, a legacy that has touched countless lives, including mine. His presence continues to inspire, reminding us of the power of a truly great soul who, with humility and strength, lifts others to their highest potential.



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