It is a most beautiful race from the physical point of view; a Sikh has something special that immediately calls attention; he bears a personal seal of distinction.
The Nirmalees lead a religious life, are solitary and do not live in convents like the previous ones.
The Akalees are distinguished by their dark blue vestments with beautiful turbans.
The Suthre-Sahis are more numerous and are recognized by the different marks they bear.
Sikh Beliefs and Practices
The Sikhs are staunch enemies of all kinds of images and symbols in contrast with the other religions of India. The Scriptures of Sikhism are for the Sikhs the "word of God" and contain a very elevated moral code; high ideals of piety and purity and a very ample sentiment of tolerance and benevolence toward all things and beings.
Today Punjab is one of the most progressive states of India. Some day, we will make known to our readers all the beautiful progress through which India is passing and we will see the great and beautiful future that is reserved for her, whose revelation will be a valuable contribution to the evolution of humanity. She will reveal to us her science, her art and her religion, three things that have inexhaustible treasures there.
Beautiful and unforgettable India, may the Holy blessing of all the Wise Gurus be able to always reach toward us, so that thus we may perceive the reality of Divine Wisdom, which brings Health to the body, peace to the heart and Union among men.
U
A M
Montevideo, September 27, 1943.
To Knowledge One Arrives...
To the dear Little Brother Kunrath
By Maya, S∴I∴
Living in an attentive, quiet and serene form...
Joining to a virile intelligence a delicate heart with tenderness of a woman!
When the struggle between the need to believe and the desire to deny ceases;
When we no longer murmur, like a beggar who raves before a closed door, in hope of something or someone who, with ideal and disinterested purpose, seeks a contact that will never arrive...
When the funereal enemy called doubt abandons us forever and we awaken with the gods, as the Hindus say;
When the mist tears its veils and, in full spring, we contemplate carpets of perfumed flowers and ceiling of celestial sonorous vault, trying to understand the language of the wind, of the waves and the stars, with that sublime serenity that drags us to that which, in human language is called Hope, Love and Faith.
Drinking in the bosom of Mother Nature, outside and inside us;
Experimenting, meditating, praying and understanding; and then, when the Light is made, in the most impenetrable secret, all things can be executed in natural, just and true form.
Then we will have thus entered into the infinite current of KNOWLEDGE, which will carry us to lose ourselves in the Great Ocean of Creative Silence...
MAYA, S∴I∴