Neem Karoli Baba — Maharaj-ji — was the silence behind the words, the presence that dissolved all questions. He never wrote a book, never gave a lecture, never built an institution. Yet his impact rippled across the planet, awakening seekers through the sheer force of unconditional love.

He lived simply, wrapped in a plaid blanket, sitting on a wooden bench in the mountains of India. And still, those who met him left transformed. Why? Because he reminded them of the truth no philosophy can contain: love is the highest law. For Maharaj-ji, devotion was not theory; it was breath, it was life.

It was in his presence that Richard Alpert became Ram Dass, and through him, millions rediscovered the essence of Bhakti — the yoga of the heart. Neem Karoli Baba’s teaching was radical in its simplicity: Serve others. Tell the truth. Love everyone. No more, no less.

For me, Maharaj-ji represents the raw power of grace — the kind that cannot be earned, only received. He shows that the ultimate transmission does not happen through words, but through being.