A crazy cuckoo in love, singing glories of my Mother Divine; a teardrop at the pink lotus feet of my Master, a nobody, just a happy bundle of life, full of my Mother's joy who only wishes to spread loving kindness, smiles, hope and compassion around, truthfully treading the path that my Master lights in his playground. I am not a Bhakta, I am not a Gyani, I am not a worker for the Lord. These are only what I aspire to be blessed as. What am I then? A tool in the hands of my Master, a flute blown by the Divine Enchanter, a leaf driven by the breath of the Goddess - that's all the labels I would wish to identify with to introduce myself for the rest will fall off anyways.
Mansi's Followers
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I firmly believe in what I say. And i believe that you're cherished. You are gracious. You are valuable and gorgeous.
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Hi, I am Nikunj. It’s difficult to write more than just a name because I am so much more and yet less than a dot in this massive universe. This dot is trying to find passion in day to day life. Sometimes, I am a bright dot, sometimes an angry dot & sometimes a happy dot. Currently trying to be an internet marketer to connect the dots…
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A simple person who is trying to follow the words of her Guruji and trying to inculcate the qualities of her Guruji in self
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The One who makes the thunder roar and simultaneously hears a butterfly sigh; the One into whose ears fall all our ardent prayers for She hears even the footsteps of a tiny baby ant; That Empress alone is the Writer, the Written and the Reader. In eternal service of that Supreme Divinity. Happy Reading! Love and Light. Jai Shri Hari💕✨
