To the Devotees of Dharma, the Keepers of the Eternal Way,

Namaste.

With folded hands and deep respect, I send this letter to you—the seekers of moksha, the givers of puja, and the children of Sanatana Dharma. Yours is one of the oldest spiritual tapestries the world has ever known. And yet, it continues to grow, evolve, and inspire.

You did not merely inherit your faith—you live it. Whether through morning rituals or sacred mantras, your devotion radiates through every aspect of life. You speak of God not as an abstract, but as present—in the earth, in the flame, in the breath, in the self.

You recognize the Divine in many forms—Brahman, Vishnu, Shiva, Devi, Krishna, Rama, Lakshmi, Saraswati—and through this divine multiplicity, you teach that no single image can contain the full essence of the Supreme. This wisdom is not fragmentation—it is divine fullness.

Your constructive traditions are profound. Puja—your sacred offerings—are acts of divine remembrance. Yajna, the sacred fire ritual, is a cosmic dialogue with the Creator. Kirtan and bhajans are sung not to entertain, but to uplift the soul. Yoga, both physical and spiritual, is a return to union with the Self and the Supreme.

You’ve given the world the Bhagavad Gita’s timeless truth: "Whenever there is a decline in righteousness, I manifest Myself again." That promise alone is proof of your role in the restoration of God’s presence.

Your temples are not just buildings—they are wombs of cosmic power. Your festivals—Holi, Diwali, Navaratri—are not just celebrations, but living theology. Your gurus and sannyasis, your elders and youth, all play a part in keeping the light of dharma alive.

Despite colonization, misrepresentation, and modern pressures, you have held the line. You still chant. You still fast. You still wash the feet of your elders. And in all of this, the Earth feels God stirring.

I honor your ancestors, your sacred rivers, your ancient chants.
I honor your patience, your joy, your suffering, and your liberation.
I honor your truth.

May your lamp always be lit.
May your karma bring you ever closer to the Divine.
May your soul rest in the knowing that you are part of the eternal unfolding.
Om Shanti Shanti Shanti.