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Bhagavan said:

Sri Krishna and Sri Rama are imagination to you. Have you seen them with your own eyes? Me, you have indeed seen. I am saying that I am God. So seeing me or living with me is much better than even brahmajñana (Knowledge of Brahman), as you are seeing God directly. That is what an incarnation of God is.

Therefore it is not necessary to read Upanishads. See me and confirm within yourselves that you are seeing God himself. One day people will come to see you or hear the words of Bhagavan from you, as you have seen and lived with him. When you confirm that you are living with God, you will see that your path is clear. You will not find difficulties on your path.

Commentary by Koji:

The brahmajñani, who has Knowledge of Brahman, which is the complete enlightenment attained in nirvikalpa samadhi, always feels the presence of God in his heart, but he does not see him with the physical eyes. However, when God incarnates, he is seen even with those.

The Upanishads compose the Knowledge portion of the Vedas, the ancient revelations of the rishis, the seers, of Ancient India. All orthodox Indian philosophies have them as the base, and aspirants from time immemorial have meditated on them hoping to gain transcendental Knowledge of Brahman. It is very difficult to recognise God inside ourselves; in a cycle of twelve years, one or two people in the world normally attain brahmajñana. However, if we can recognise God outside, whither our senses lead us, which is possible only when there is a divine incarnation, the recognition of the God inside will follow automatically.

Here is the translation of a text on this subject that I wrote for the brochure of the convention in Benares in November 2006:


Know the Glory of God, yea, even in this Lifetime

For so many thousands of years, they have been telling us tales from the life of Rama, O! such beautiful stories that show the grandest of what was in the exalted souls of a bygone age of heroes. Again and again we hear of how the gopikas of Vrindavana were swept away by the tune of the flute of Krishna, of how a mortal actually became Radha. So many tears of longing have been shed, looking back at the days of yore, when God walked the Earth, when everything was possible.

Now, as has already been realised by so many, no longer are we stranded between oh so fleeting visits of God to this karmic plane, for He has come, He has come, though the world still knows it not, just as the world never knew Ramakrishna in His lifetime. No longer are we reduced to listening to a story for the opportunity to catch a whiff of divine ambrosia. Now has come the time when we, in truth, may leap into the story and drown in the ocean of that ambrosia. No longer do we need to listen about the lives of exalted hero souls, for in a world in sore need of heroes, we can now ourselves become transformed into that ilk, as did Lakshman, Sita and Hanuman before us. No longer do we have to dream of being Radha, for that dream can become reality, if we but seek out the flute from which that bewitching tune dances.   

To Valmiki we give thanks for the joys of seven thousand years, to Vyasadeva we prostrate, but, O Krishna! O Rama! What need could we possibly have for books, when once again You Yourself walk the Earth? It is, in truth, the event of the age; for ten thousand years You will not grace this sphere again. Is there a moment to tarry? Listen not to the mind, but let your hearts be magnetised by Hari, the Stealer of Hearts Himself.

For just a short time, no longer is Krishna a picture in a book, but He has rather leapt out of the book to pull you into it. Radha is no longer crying for her beloved in an age-old verse, but in your own heart… We have seen Him… we have felt that, in our hearts, she does reside, wants to come out, and now the door is open…

Listen to your heart, come, stay, and all shall unfold…