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asked me about my son. I never gave any details but simply said
that his throat was sore. He blessed the child and told me to make
him wear the symbol of Aum in a pendant and not to eat rice in the
family. It flashed through my mind that a small boy of seven years
would not be able to handle a gold chain around his neck. I need not
have bothered to think this. That moment Guruji told me to make
him wear the pendant on a yellow thread around his neck.

Guruji can see what lies in the future. At his will, he can avert
disasters. He blessed me with a school of my own, without my
asking, at the first meeting. In my youth I had dreamt of joining the
IAS. Matrimony ended that. He asked me: “You wanted to become an
IAS officer, why didn’t you?” I told him that my marriage to my loved
one had become my priority. I felt that he knew much more than he
showed and that he was no ordinary man. These incidents took place
in Delhi. Guruji soon went back to Jalandhar, and my pain never
returned. My son too became hale and hearty. It then struck me that
he could be the human form of the creator that I was looking for.

I went to Jalandhar to thank him for the miracle he had worked
on my child and me. My daughter, aged four, had wheezed during
the winter. Knowing well how agonizing bronchitis or asthma can
be, I was concerned for her. I was sitting with Guruji in the veranda
when the little one went off to sleep on the floor by his feet. I could
not muster up the courage to speak out aloud about her condition
so I spoke to him via telepathy. He stretched out one leg and put it
on the child’s back. I took that as an answer and felt I would never
need to give her strong medicines ever again. My daughter has never
wheezed since.

Prasad out of thin air

Guruji, I was told by old disciples, produced Sach Khand or divine
prasad out of nowhere. Little did I know I would receive it one day.
He summoned me to his seat, held out his palm and said: “Take.”
There lay a beautiful cup-shaped misri prasad, filled with another
sweet prasad.

My father was a heart patient, who had suffered two attacks
before we met Guruji. I told him about it, and the answer I got was
a flippant, “Don’t worry!” I was left wondering; little did I know
that my father would collapse a third time. We rushed him to the

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