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Light of Divinity

Guruji has often given us darshan through our dreams. Once my
son Ashutosh dreamt that when we were visiting him, Guruji had
asked us to come along to Bade Mandir. But when Guruji did not
come, we had instead come home. Guruji rang up Ashutosh on his
mobile and asked him why we had not gone to the mandir. Then he
told him that he would show him something. What followed were
divine darshans. He saw a huge figure in our lawn moving away
from him. Wondering who it was, he saw the jata (matted locks)
and trishul (trident) of Shivji. The figure turned towards him. Shivji
transformed into Hanumanji and then Ganeshji. Our son is truly
blessed.

I cannot express my deep gratitude and indebtedness for what
Guruji has done for us. He took on from the point where the medical
world had proved that there was nothing more that they could have
done for Aditi. That her vision became better thereafter cannot be
interpreted as anything less than his divine intervention.

Words cannot express the greatness of Guruji. He has transformed
our lives, empowered and rejuvenated us with his faith, made us
more tolerant of people around us, taught us to accept circumstances,
and given us courage and strength to face life. He gives in abundance
and asks for little in return—only complete, unquestioning faith.
Our lives have acquired a different meaning. He has given us lots
of hope and the grit and capacity to move on. He’s helped us evolve
into better human beings.

I truly believe he is the living incarnation of the supreme power—
call him what you will Shivji, Krishnaji or Guru Nanakji—all rolled
into one. All these miracles in our lives could only have been the
work of the ultimate divine power. I beg to be allowed to remain
in his sharan forever. Blessed are those devotees who selflessly serve
him. In his family, all those who come under his umbrella are treated
alike. He teaches you true humility by sharing your experiences,
your joys and sorrows, just as a family would do—a true microcosm
within the macrocosm.

There is so much of Guruji that is still left unsaid. From his
inimitable style of putting me down in my place with “Manga na kar
(Don’t ask)”or “Yoonhi turdi phir di hai pandita te kol (You just keep going
to pundits for no rhyme or reason)” to his enigmatic divine smile or
his tangible, palpable presence in the house experienced through a
whiff of his fragrance. Or the Aums that suddenly appeared on his

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