But – this is what I most hope to share – you don’t know whether he is the Perfect Master or not.  You don’t know whether his grace moves and loves billions.  You don’t.  You just don’t.'

We do know. We just do. He isn't the Perfect Master. I know that in the same way that I know it wasn't Santa Claus that left my kids' presents under the tree. It really wasn't.

In my opinion, maya is bigger and more complex and more deluding and encompassing than even Rawat described when he was masquerading as the Perfect Master described. The notion of a Perfect Master is just another thread in the vast tangle of lies and deceit that we use to cover our naked ignorance. Dare to be naked!