Your thoughts flow like the Ganga in the high Himalayas, swift and pure, fertilizing the plains where we, lesser mortals, dwell. This perennial fountain of joy that your soul suffuses us with in such torrent of words and images springing forth from the rhapsodic recesses of your heart is a veritable benediction unto humanity and the Lord be praised in you for it all. Dear illumined one, you are not merely a friend to me but are a friend to countless millions in the making as the New Age dawns.
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