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Bhaktachintamani Prakaran 128

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Hasmukh Patadia

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I have written the villages and names of the devotees of every land; now, with great eagerness in my heart, I wish to write of the wonders (parcha) he performed. There, in the majesty of the Lord, nothing is astonishing — for he is Purushottam, complete in every power. That same Lord, having manifested, performed many, many deeds, showing worldly people otherworldly, divine play.

In feeding-houses and continual charity halls, the food never ran short; he himself performed the Maharudra and Atirudra sacrifices, like Vishnu's own great sacrifice. In these, though weighed and calculated to fall short, he fed crores of Brahmins without any money running out, astonishing the world.

Beyond these, I shall tell of other wonders — listen, all people. First I tell the well-known story of Parvat Bhai. He was an excellent and unique devotee of the Kanbi caste, whose bodily condition changed after he met Swami Ramanand. Later, when Swami Sahajanand, the complete Brahman, manifested, his devotion never strayed from that manifest form of the Lord.

Even so, a thought arose in him: what would the incarnation of Nrisinha look like? With this thought in mind he went to work in his field, keeping his attention single-pointed on the Lord, on Swami Sahajanand. Beholding Maharaj's beautiful, ocean-of-bliss form, he then looked all around it and saw an intense radiance. Within that radiance he beheld the twenty-four incarnations, each in its own distinct form — Ram, Krishna, Buddha, and Kalki, the otherworldly Purusha incarnations, the unique Suyagyapurusha, Kapil, the form of Dattatreya, Sanaka and the other sages, Badripati, Mahadhruv, Varadeva, Prithu, Rishabhadeva the king, Hayagriva bearing Hari's body, the form of the Swan, Dhanvantari, and Vyas and Narad in bodily form.

Seeing all twenty-four such forms of Hari, each more wondrous than the last, Parvat Bhai was filled with great joy at the sight. With a joyful heart he spoke aloud, saying the Lord had graciously given him darshan; then with love he fell at his feet, his heart overflowing with joy. Having seen and contemplated the twenty-four forms, he was filled with deep peace; then he saw that the manifest form of the Lord contained all these forms within it. That form remained fixed in his heart, and he saw it within, without, and all around — never for even half a moment did it leave him — so whoever desires happiness finds it thus. As with a wish-fulfilling gem kept close by, one gets whatever one wishes for — worlds beyond worlds are not beyond its reach, it grants whatever is desired — so too is Hari's form, itself a wish-fulfilling gem, dwelling incomparably in the heart of whoever holds it: whatever such a devotee contemplates comes to be, and wherever in this world or the next he wishes to go, he goes. Vaikunth, Golok, Shwetadvip — he sees these as though close at hand; Akshardham and other realms he sees, hears of, and speaks of. Thus in Parvat Bhai's sight there was no veil, no obstruction anywhere. This is truly an extraordinary matter — his reach extended to this world and beyond.

In this way countless wonders occurred for Parvat Bhai continually — I have told only one of them; many others of the same kind occurred as well.

Now let me tell another matter — it is boundless, how can I capture it all? Know of another unique devotee, Mulji by name, of the Luvana caste. In a previous birth his soul had been good, inclined toward righteousness; but when he took this present birth, he fell into bad company and lost that inclination. In this birth, whatever he did, he became a thief who took others' wealth as his own — chief among great thieves, taking whatever caught his eye. Along with this he had many other vices, known to everyone in the world; he wandered constantly to steal things, traveling from land to land for this purpose.

One day he came near the Lord, where Hari, the friend of devotees, was present. Through a mixture of devotion and indifference he had his darshan, and in concentrating on it he lost bodily awareness. His inward attention then turned back, and easily, genuinely, he fell into samadhi. He saw many worlds and many abodes, and considered himself completely fulfilled. He attained the great power of samadhi — wherever his wish went, there his movement followed. He saw the heaven of Indra and Kailash, the true Vaikunth, and dwelling in Golok; Shwetadvip and Akshardham, he saw, and the desireless city of Brahman. He came and went there day and night, seeing Hari's abodes continually.

He came and told of it, and all who heard were astonished. They ascribed this to Maharaj's greatness — what more can be said in words? People perform tapas, pilgrimage, and vows by the crore, subduing the body, wandering endlessly until they die, yet never attain such happiness even in a dream — so what greatness can be spoken of by mouth alone? But this must be told for a reason: whenever Mulji entered concentration, his body and mind lost awareness, and he would pass into the halls of Brahman.

On the way there, once, Rudra himself met him and stopped him for two ghadis in that place. He told this to Maharaj, and hearing it all, the Imperishable One spoke: "Now go, and this time do not stop for even a moment anywhere. If Rudra meets you, tell him to clear the path, and if he does not, come back here and tell me what happens." Hearing this, Mulji set off; going along the way, Rudra met him and held him back, saying, "Where are you rushing off to? I will hold you here for a couple of ghadis, then I will let you go, however great your hurry." Mulji said, "Maharaj, do not hold me today — I must go quickly today, and I will not remain held back by you." Rudra said, "Speak carefully — if you insist by force, I will throw you down." Mulji replied, "Listen well — today I shall tear out your matted locks." As the argument grew, the two grappled and fought hand to hand, matched evenly in strength, neither yielding an inch.

Then Mulji recalled in his mind the power of the manifest Lord, and at once great strength came into his body; he broke Kapardi's (Shiva's) limb, and Rudra fell down with a crash, his matted hair torn loose and scattered. This was seen and heard for two yojanas around. The victorious devotee came before the Lord and told what had happened, and all who heard it were astonished; they bowed their heads at Shriji's feet, saying, "Blessed, blessed, Maharaj — today an extraordinary wonder has occurred." Hearing this, the satsangis rejoiced, but this was not told to those outside the fold. Such wonders occurred continually and in great number for Mulji — how many can be told? Wonders that occur through the manifest Lord cannot possibly all be written down; yet telling and hearing of them brings joy, so I tell them, hear, all you people.

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