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Light of Divinity

When she saw Guruji sitting on the throne, my mother saw a most
loving person who didn’t fall in the category of mortals. She gave a
sigh of relief after months of agony. My mother had been beckoned,
and found herself unburdening herself before him. That day was a
magical and mystical day. There has been no looking back.

My Dad’s experiences: on a ghost train

We used to come to Jalandhar and have Guruji’s darshan and move
back at night on Sunday to be present for work on Monday morning.
Since the bus service at night was unavailable in Punjab in those
days, we would generally catch a train, the last leaving at 2.30 at
night.

One day while we were at Guruji’s, my father needed to be at the
office at 8.30 the next morning. But, Guruji told us to keep sitting
well past the time for the train and told us to leave at 3 am with
the rider that we must catch the train from Jalandhar Cantonment
station. The next train was due only at 4.15 am, which would be far
too late for my father to reach office in time. However, we obeyed
him and reached the cantonment station at 3.15 am. My father
strolled into the station’s inquiry window, which he fully expected
to be shut at the time. It was open though, and when he asked the
person behind the counter if there was any train for Ambala before
the 4.15 am one, the person told him, to his surprise, that a special
train was waiting outside the station for a signal and would probably
go towards Ambala.

My father quickly called everyone in, and as we moved onto
the platform, so did a completely vacant train. We got a full
compartment to ourselves. It was a bit frightening to be the only
ones in the compartment (and probably on board that train, too).
We latched both the doors of the compartment to ensure safety. As
the train rolled over, our anxiety rose further, as nothing about that
train seemed usual, including the way it ran.

On its way from Jalandhar to Ambala, throughout the journey,
instead of rolling on the track, we could feel that the train was
floating in air, as it cruised towards the destination. When we
reached Ambala in a couple of hours, we breathed a sigh of relief.
My father went up to the station-master to enquire about the train’s

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