God has no marks, colour, caste, and no ancestors, no form, complexion, outline, costume and is indescribable. He is fearless, luminous and measureless in might. He is the king of kings, the Lord of the prophets. He is the sovereign of the universe, gods, men and demons. The woods and dales sing the indescribable. O Lord, none can tell Thy names. The wise count your blessings to coin your names.
Shakti, the goddess in her aspect as power, bestows upon us all wealth, auspiciousness, prosperity, knowledge, and all other potent powers.
You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul.
Christmas, here again. Let us raise a loving cup: Peace on earth, goodwill to men, and make them do the washing up.
