There is a Knowledge

We wanted to help the whole world, so we organized a quest for Truth. Each camel was loaded with a hundred pounds of confusion and one ounce of hope. It was called the Expedition to find Now, the hazardous search for Here. Each of us had to swear to struggle desperately, and to suffer much.

After eighteen years the trail called Ritual ended at the mountain of Books. We pulled ourselves over the mountain with ropes of Austerity, but on the other side was the swamp of Blind Faith.

One lonely night Truth came, burned, purified us, and was gone. Clutching at the ashes we choked and soiled our hands. "Why did he flee," we wondered secretly, but no one spoke aloud. Each thought the others had found sparks to keep. So we told each other maybe those last sparks of Truth's memory would thaw the world's hearts before we froze again ourselves.

Back in the world everyone laughed. No one would buy yesterday's Truth. "I can tell a pretty story too," they said. "You forgot to ask your Truth to stick around."

Truth sneaked in the back of the Second Expedition organization meeting, and whispered so quietly just a few of us heard, and even we laughed.

But he said it again. "There is a Knowledge. It's just pure Knowledge. It won't help your Expedition, but it's free, and all you have to do is ask. It will give you peace. It's all I have. It's all I am."

"Is it a picture of God?" I asked, "or will I see God just once, then mourn Him forevermore?"

"Ask God when you see Him," he said. "I'll introduce you."

He betrothed us all to God, gave us the flowers for giving, taught the proper steps for dancing and the love for loving, and told us he'd be hiding in our hearts.

The first sip of his cup dissolved the veils between our many selves. The second fused the shattered pieces of each one. And with the third, the grand union of all our banished pasts and fearful hopes stood and sang in harmony.

We relaxed into stillness. There was no need to turn our heads, for love was inside and love was outside. Have we found at last the way for nations to become songs? Will soldiers throw their swords away and dance with us?

But we languished too long in the first meadow, and one day I had my shadow back again. I tried to hide it from my friends, but they saw me anyway. How else do you have a shadow unless you've forgotten how to disappear? Then I saw their shadows too. We thought we had to leave.

He embraced us laughingly. "Did you forget I was in your hearts?" When we were drunk once more with love, he sent us spinning on our way, but we bumped into boulders in the fog. We fell and groveled for love, we yearned and ached and prayed and begged each other for love until one day we happened to stand still and wait for him.

When again he came, we poured our tons of love together into a lake, and invited the whole world to come and have a taste.


A person may spend his life searching the whole world over for something which will give him peace. Yet he will die in despair if he fails to understand that the source of peace and truth is to be found right inside himself. Guru Maharaj Ji's Knowledge teaches us how to meditate on the source of peace and love inside us. It is not the sort of knowledge we can find in libraries, for it is a direct experience of something within us, not a theory. When the inner beauty of the soul is experienced we feel a deep sense of peace and bliss, as if finally we had come home to that Essence from which we were born. This meditation is shown to people by close disciples of Guru Maharaj Ji known as mahatmas. It is revealed free of charge to those who come with an open heart. For further information, call your local Divine Light Mission chapter, or write:

Knowledge, And It Is Divine
Box 6495
Denver, Co. 80206