The start of the spiritual life is a struggle and striving. We starve—and our hunger cannot be satisfied by the most delicious dishes. We feel thirsty, and our thirst cannot be quenched by the choicest drinks on earth. Our hunger and thirst grow more and more. Then it is, that a yearning heart cries out, “O, for someone who may take me out of this little self into the larger life of the spirit, someone who has drunk the elixir of life and tasted of the nectar of God’s grace.” Such a one, for want of a loftier name, we call Guru. I love to speak of him as the beloved.
It is your greatest good fortune to come into contact with such pathways of life. You will look at him, he will look at you, he will look into you, he will read your heart as the pages of an open book. Each will recognise the other, and you will hear within your heart, his whisper, “Come, my child! Follow me!” And, without a single question, a single doubt, you will follow him wherever he leads you to the very ends of the earth, even unto hell.
It is only when you have found your Guru that your spiritual journey begins, in earnest.