When I left him physically in 1947 he told me, ‘I am with you wherever you are’. Thatwas his promise and that is my experience. There is no one called Poonja left anymore.There is only an emptiness where he used to be. And in that emptiness there shines the ‘I’, the ‘I’ that is my reality, the ‘I’ that is my Master, the ‘I’ that he promised would bewith me wherever I am. Whenever I speak, it is not someone called Poonja who isspeaking, it is the ‘I’ that is the Maharshi who speaks, the ‘I’ which is the Self in theHeart of all beings