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family said: “Sukhi, we never asked you, as you don’t believe in these
things.”

That evening, I went, very curious, to Guruji. As I got out of the
car, Guruji told the sangat: “Beti aayi hai (my daughter has come).
Remember the girl I told you about.” I entered Guruji’s durbar (temple)
and bowed at his lotus feet. He gave me divine prasad (communion)
and asked me to sit down. He got up and sat down beside me and
began to tell me about my ailments, operations that I had gone
through, my home back in Ireland and how it was decorated, the
contents of each room, the toys, cutlery, dinner sets in extremely fine
detail. I was shocked. Still Guruji said: “Here she is; black and white,
everything must add up in her life. 1+1=2; 1+1 can never be 3. I have
to show and prove a lot to her.” A woman sitting beside me turned
around and said: “Guruji told us you knocked so hard at God’s door
that you got your daughter healed. She has a new life. You have
Guruji to thank for this.”

I was shocked, and confused, as this was a secret between the Lord
and me. How did Guruji know this?

I gazed at him. At first I queried this happening, and then I broke
out in a flood of tears. As no soul or even a divine person knew
the secret between God and me—that I woke up at the holy hour
to offer prayers for the health of my daughter—I asked Guruji
mentally: “Who are you? Are you who I think you are?” A blinding
light enveloped my body and the entire room. I fell at his feet and
cried, “Are you who I think you are?” over and over again. And then
I said: “O Omnipresent Master, I thank you for healing my child.”

He smiled so beautifully. Suddenly, the joy of God-communion
was revealed in his wonderful smile. His eyes were half open to
denote a nominal interest in the outer world, and half closed in inner
absorption on his own state. Then I excused myself and sat right at
the back of the congregation to observe what was happening.

I asked people around me to narrate their experiences and talk
about their guru. From what I observed and what my maternal
grandfather and the holy books had told me, what the Guru Granth
Sahib had taught me was being verbally communicated. I said that
as per my observation, Guruji is very much like Guru Nanak. As I
said this, Guruji called me forward and said, “Sukhi, you will never
forget this coming Baisakhi.” To me, Baisakhi only meant the harvest
season.

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