A few days ago, I became a part of Guruji's beautiful
sangat. I always wanted to attend a
satsang, but couldn't. Sometimes I was too far away or, at other times, the timing was a problem. Although I felt apprehensive that I hadn't attended a satsang, I remained positive and explored satsangs on the internet.
One fortunate day while I was watching a satsang, my live-in house cleaner joined me. She had her own experiences to share and her faith in Guruji was immense. For a while I was awed by Guruji's
kripa. Here I was on the lookout for a devotee to whom I could talk in length about Guruji and there was one present in my house. We watched many satsangs together.
Afterward, my house cleaner asked me if I could get her Guruji's
swaroop, albeit a small one. I felt miserable because I had only one and wondered how I could arrange it for her. The following night I had a dream where someone gave me Guruji's swaroop. I woke up completely overjoyed, went to my home
mandir and did
shukrana to Guruji. I prayed for my house cleaner, who is such a gentle soul. I wanted to share my dream with her that day.
When the bell announcing the house cleaner rang, she came in with something wrapped in a newspaper. She held my hands and gifted me a big avocado, saying: "You are always concerned about me and love me with a pure heart; I thought I must take a token of love for my Didi."
Tears welled up in my eyes. The tables had been turned: Instead of me giving something to her, I had become the recipient of a gift. I was forced to consider, who gives whom? Who is the source of all things? We feel we are self-sufficient and should do something for those who work for us. But the truth is we cannot help or support any one. It is Guruji who provides for us and we pass it on.
Thank you, Guruji, for this learning. I am sure one day my house cleaner will get Guruji's swaroop. May her pure soul be blessed.
Guruji extends my mom's life by a year
My mom and dad were a devoted couple. So when Mom was afflicted by cancer and had to be in hospital, it was Dad who was her attendee even though he struggled with spondylitis.
On 25
th March 2015, a remarkable incident happened in the hospital: Guruji literally re-scheduled death. At around 4 that morning, mom felt an unbearable pain in her legs, which were swollen on account of deep vein thrombosis. She was likely losing
prana through her legs. She cried out and asked my dad to press her feet. Dad, who was sleeping, got up. But he lost his balance and fell on mom's feet, unconscious. The nurses came running to the room. He came to his senses within seconds, but was still asked to get a battery of tests done.
My mom saw that dad's watch, with the dial having an imprint of Guruji, was shattered. Surprisingly, mom's pain vanished soon after. Guruji had taken it away. Dad, however, was put under observation in the neurology wing.
Mom called up my sister and I, and we came rushing. Having mom and dad on different hospital wings on different floors was very difficult. We requested the doctor to put them in a single room. We took Guruji's name and the doctor co-operated. We noted that the room number added up to the numeral 7.
The next year, in 2016, I felt Guruji was indicating to us that one of my parents had to go. Mom always insisted on going
suhagan, and Guruji listened to her prayers. Mom left on 25
th March 2016, exactly a year after the watch had broken in the hospital. Guruji had extended her life by one year.
Dad could not live without her. He too left us on 16
th September 2016, but not before telling my sister and me about the state of the family's financial affairs, and how to deal with documentation etcetera.
When mom was passing away, I saw a white light falling upon her. At dad's final moment, he was sitting under a sculpture of the Buddha at home. He merely took three last hiccups. The doctor later ruled it was a cardiac arrest.
I believe that it is a mark of Guruji's grace that they left on 25
th and 16
th in the same year—dates whose numerals add up to seven, which for devotees speak to our bond with Guruji. Jai Guruji!
[Following section added November 2020]
Neither evil stars nor spirits can harm Guruji's devotees
When my son was born in 2004, we took his birth chart to astrologers and they pronounced that he had
kal sarp yog (a malefic combination of planets in the birth chart). The name itself was horrifying and astrological predictions ranged from forecasting glittering life events to suggesting that my son would miss clearing competitive examinations by a whisker. This last prediction meant my husband and I were panicking when my son's board exams came up.
Before his first board exam, a friend suggested we visit the sacred Kukke Shree Subrahmanya Temple in Karnataka. Kukke Subrahmanya is the abode of nagas and devotees offer
puja to Shri Kartikeya along with the king of serpents, Vasuki. We immediately booked the appointment for a puja in January, but Guruji had His own plans. My son's pre-boards were in January and clashed with our travelling date, so we couldn't go. Visiting in February was out of the question as the boards were just around the corner. I was scared, so was my husband. I believed Guruji would take care, but my faith began to weaken. At times I would cry, complain and hold Guruji responsible for not making the pooja happen in time.
My son, however, took everything casually. I was unnerved. Though he scored an average of eighty percent in the pre-board school exams, my expectations couldn't rest.
The night before the results were to come out I howled with fear. My faith came crashing down. I left all hope. But Guruji restored me. He came in my dream and told me that He had given my son's answer sheets to Guru Nanak Devji to check. He also showed me that my son had scored 79 out of a total of 80 marks in one subject. He offered me a sack full of sugar. While He was gifting me the sugar bag, I saw that His swaroop in my home mandir had turned life-size.
In the morning, I was still restless despite Guruji's blessings. One of my sons' friends posted his own results; my son looked at me with a pale face and asked me not to expect such good results. I did not concentrate well, he revealed. I was expecting that he would score in the nineties; his words shattered my expectations. My heart began to pound in my ears.
Just then my husband, seated in another room, began to announce the marks. My son had scored 99% in Social Studies—as Guruji had fore-visioned. In the rest of the subjects too he had gained 90 percentage. We were overjoyed.
Such is the glory of our revered Guruji. With Him nothing is impossible. Whether it is kal sarp yog or anything else, He can avert calamities. He is the almighty, the supreme Lord! May whoever reads this satsang get blessed with immense faith in Him.
My husband is granted a new life
I was troubled with nightmares and would often feel a presence in my room as I offered prayers towards the end of the day. It was a negative presence and not Guruji for sure. I prayed hard to Guruji to take away that spirit, but months passed without any effect and the spirit began to very intrusive. Every time I would close my eyes, I would get disturbed.
As I lay sleeping one night I dreamt that I was wearing the white clothes of mourning and people were grieving at my husband's untimely demise. Guruji was sitting amidst those mourners and looking at me. You have not lost your husband, He told me; people are mistaken.
After this dream, my husband's health began to deteriorate even as the negative spirit's influence increased manifold. I started to dread the nights. One night my husband complained of a body ache in the middle of the night. I woke up with a jerk and saw that my husband's soul had left his body and was standing behind me. I began chanting Guruji's
mantra; within a few minutes, my husband began to respond to the medicines that were being given.
A few days later I had a clear dream. Guruji showed me that the utensils in my house had been washed and cleaned. He told me that there was nothing to worry about now. The spirit in my room was nothing, but death well-disguised. In further visions, Guruji showed what He had to do to effect the cleansing. His swaroop was drenched in blood; His lungs and heart were badly damaged. Soon after these visions, my husband began to recuperate.
Guruji provided my husband with a new lease of life and averted death.
I am a small speck of dust at Guruji's feet and don't have the words to glorify His blessings. I pray that Guruji always blesses each one of us and my entire family. I love you, Guruji.
Nishtha Dhand, a devotee
November 2020