My parents came to know about Guruji when our family was going through severe financial trouble. A devotee from Delhi, Shri Suraj, gave dad a pen with Guruji's
swaroop. He began using it in his usual work, signing business-related documents. Suddenly, business started improving. When the pen ran out of ink, he went back to one of his usual pens, and things started going downhill again. That's when my Dad took notice, and asked Suraj-ji for another pen. Business affairs rapidly improved again. Subsequently, my parents visited Bade Mandir.
Around the time my parents went to Bade Mandir, I could smell a flowery fragrance wafting into my bedroom. I thought my mom had lit incense sticks — except she hadn't. In fact, she hadn't lit incense in years thanks to my constant opposition (because I was a bit of a rebellious atheist growing up, not that I still have any fondness for incense). But she couldn't smell the fragrance, only I could. That was my first experience of Guruji.
The second one was occasioned by an injury I had in Los Angeles, where I had begun studying. I went skiing, only for the second time in life, and injured my right leg. I had it looked at by a doctor once I got back to LA, who told me I might have injured a ligament in the knee. The doctor gave me a brace, and asked me to return if things didn't improve in a few weeks, adding that I might need surgery. The pain got a little better a few weeks later, but never really went away. I almost got used to a constant mild pain in my leg and never returned to the doctor. Around six months after the injury, I started indoor rock climbing. My pain grew progressively worse as I rock climbed, and I eventually returned to my doctor, who asked for an MRI.
Surgery terrified me, but I couldn't tell my family about any of this since they (especially my Mom) tend to panic. So I scheduled an MRI appointment for the next week, dreading what was to come. That's when I went down on my knees in front of Guruji's swaroop on my desk, and begged Him to heal me. The next week, as I headed for my MRI appointment, I noticed I felt no pain. I'd heard of Guruji's miraculous healing, so I thanked Him in my head, though still with a degree of scepticism: Was the relief temporary? Would the pain come back with physical exertion and rock climbing?
A few days later, my doctor, who'd received the MRI report, told me I had some swelling in my bone and recommended physiotherapy. Except I didn't end up needing anything. I was rock climbing and playing volleyball, and not a trace remained of the pain that had bothered me for over half a year.
Related to this is another incident. I rarely used to talk about Guruji, since I was afraid of being judged for my beliefs. A few months after I was healed, my flatmate too injured a ligament in his leg. But he ended up going through surgery. To this day I regret never mentioning Guruji to him, and wonder if he could've avoided surgery if I had introduced him. As absurd as it sounds, this realization only struck me when I first shared this particular
satsang a year after it happened. Though I can't change what happened, I started talking more about Guruji and my experiences of His grace to my friends.
Anmol Ahuja, a devotee, New Delhi
June 2020