In plain words
But no one has yet come to Me to take it. That is exactly why I keep looking at these coins. Of these coins, very many are worn away. Some are notched. Some are dented. Some have holes in them. Just as these coins carry flaws in them, so too there are flaws in people. I am looking at the flaws of those people. How many holes are there? How many dents have they taken? How many bad qualities are there? How many evil thoughts are there. Can all these eat the fruit called My grace? They ask, saying they want Me. But they set their whole mind on Prakṛti. How am I to be caught?’ Bābā explained. Wanting to go to Bangalore, if one stops at Dharmavaram and boards the train for Guntakal, how can he reach Bangalore? In the same way, they ask for Bābā. But they make no fitting effort for it. Of the people who come here, one in a thousand, one in a crore, longs for Bābā. Beyond that, not all who come are devotees. Not all who gather here are students. ‘In all of them there are faults. Their understanding has all gone dry as pith. Not only that: even those thought to be great devotees forsake Me and go when their wishes are not met. Then again, some come with many doubts. They come wanting to know divinity, yet from their feet right up to their head they keep nothing but suspicions. Then, listening to this one's talk and that one's talk, they turn into creatures of karma. For some reason or other, they put Me at a distance and go. They are all sinners, not the virtuous. They are not devotees. Can sinners like these reach Me?’ Bābā made it plain. Just at that moment a Patel came there. How did he come? ‘I have all the wealth I need. I have riches and possessions of every kind. I have sons. I have no discontent of any kind. But I have come here wanting Brahmajñāna,’ he said. ‘Bābā! I want Brahmajñāna,’ he said.