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Bhaktachintamani Prakaran 146

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Hasmukh Patadia

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Also in the city of Vadodara there was a devotee certainly named Nathji, who devoted his body, wealth, household, and all else to Hari's service. Lust, anger, greed, and delusion never touched his being — such firm, unwavering, doubtless certainty was his satsang.

His wife too was of the same nature, exceedingly pure; gathering in her love from worldly things, she formed her affection for Shri Hari alone. When the appointed time came, the time of her body's end, the friend of the humble, the compassionate one, came to fetch her.

Maharaj came to fetch her, bringing many great sadhus with him. Fine, beautiful planes were brought, and Bhagwan set off to take her away. Satsangis and non-satsangis alike beheld this, and all were astonished at what they saw. They said, "Such a thing has never been seen anywhere" — this woman went, boarding the plane.

Let me tell another fine story, of her son's own happiness. He would attain concentration always, entering the Lord's presence. He would bring fresh prasad continually — jujubes, sugar, and good dates; and betel nut too that the Lord himself had chewed, he would bring back. Such prasad, in many forms, Maharaj gave through his grace.

Also on one day, the compassionate one came manifest and ate a plate of food. Also there was a person named Rayji, who lived as Nath's own brother in devotion. His body's time came, and the compassionate friend of the humble came to fetch him.

Then Nathji offered praise, and then the Lord of Life spoke: "We shall not take him away — you alone are Nath's devotee." Then he gave darshan to everyone, thus accomplishing Nathji's need. He gives such wonders continually — telling and writing of them, there is no end.

Let me also tell of one devotee — I shall relate his story to everyone directly. There was a Kanbi named Kishordas, whose son was named Lakho. He had the great happiness of samadhi, always moving into the Lord's presence. His father said, "Ask Hari whether he will, by his grace, eat a meal."

Lakho asked, and gained his assent; then Hari's work of preparing the meal was done. The wise Shyam came to eat, the manifest Lord in person. He ate half a laddu from the plate, then Prabhuji departed from there. He gave darshan to many people, and, seeing Nath, they said, "Blessed, blessed."

Let me tell one more day's account: Lakho's mother said to Lakho, "I would consider your samadhi truly genuine if I too could have Krishna's darshan." Then Lakho, going into samadhi, told this to Maharaj. Then Maharaj said, "Very well — such darshan of me will happen."

Then, wearing a peacock-feather crown and yellow garment, playing the flute, the beautiful Shyam, taking the form of a sixteen-year-old, was seen mounted on a horse, incomparable. Then the old woman said, "Blessed, blessed, this manifest darshan of the Lord has occurred. Such a thing I have never seen or heard of — this is exceedingly extraordinary, and it has come to me."

This wonder occurred, extraordinary; then Lakho went into samadhi again. There, the Beloved, showing great love, gave him his own body wiped with a cloth, giving it in samadhi, the Imperishable One. When he woke, it remained with him. He brought it into this world, extraordinary — no wonder is greater than this.

Also, for the sake of one non-satsangi, Yamaraj sent his agents to take him. Seeing them, Lakho spoke to them: "Do not enter my domain." Then the messengers of Death spoke threateningly: "Go, sit in your own home." Then Lakho said, "There is nothing owed to you to take — I have seen many messengers of Death like you."

Saying this, his body grew (in power), and they began to strike, and fled. He went striking into the city of Death itself, and the others there also fled. When the city of Death was emptied, Yama went and complained before Hari. The Lord said, "Do not go, that is not for you to take — tell everyone not to be afraid of him."

Thus Lakho protected the non-satsangi, and all the messengers of Death fled in fear. Also, a devotee named Pitambardas brought guava fruits to Lakho. He said, "Go, take these into your samadhi, and feed them to Nath there." Lakho took them and gave them into Hari's hand; he ate half and gave the rest back.

That he gave as prasad to Pitambar — thus he gave many such wonders. So many wonders occurred for Lakho — with one tongue, how many can I recount?

Also, the devotee Bhagwandas set off for darshan, toward the compassionate one. Beautiful Shyam became his companion, and led him to the village of Vartal. There was a festival celebration there, and exceedingly beautiful darshan occurred. Then from there, at Jetalpur village, beautiful Shyam held a festival.

There he was seen, as they had darshan, flowers falling from the Lord's mouth. This lasted for the space of standing there a while — no longer indirect, but directly manifest it became. Also he told an inward account, exactly as it had happened, directly.

One day he ate a full plate, seen by everyone, the compassionate one. Also, on one day, he gave excellent sugar as prasad, a princely gift. Such an extraordinary account occurred, never seen or heard before, as told.

There was a satsangi, Jagjivan, who worshipped Swami Shriji. He was falsely accused without cause, and put in prison. They said, "We will take a thousand rupees, then we shall release you from the shackles." So they threatened him greatly, the wicked ones, but at that time the Support of Life came.

He said, "Do not give money for release — we shall have you freed tomorrow." Then the next day the shackles broke, and the devotee was freed without delay. Afterward his father died, and Bhagwan came directly to fetch him. Many others too beheld it, and, seeing Nath, their minds rejoiced.

Also, one day Jagjivan sat down to worship Hari. He saw a great reflection of light, and men and women were astonished to see it. Thus he experienced many wonders — telling and writing of them, there is no end.

Also, the devotee, a vegetable-seller named Khushal, who had great love with the Beloved. His daughter, Amrut Bai, went into concentration before Hari. There Hari gave her, with his own hand, pedas, and gave her the very garland he himself had worn.

Also sugarcane he had eaten, amulets, fine prasad jujubes she received — such incomparable prasad remained with her, manifest, when she woke. She would eat it herself and give it to others, knowing it extraordinary and rejoicing. There was also a vegetable-seller, Bechar; let me tell his story, listen.

He would go in concentration to the Lord's presence, and Hari would be pleased seeing his devotee. Then the compassionate one would give him prasad, knowing Bechar to be a young child. Lemons, sweet guavas, and pedas of prasad he gave. Eating the pedas, he would praise them greatly, and satsangis and non-satsangis alike would see this.

The non-satsangis said, "Let us test this, then we shall say Swamiji is true." Saying this, they called him over: "Sit here, Becharia, come." "Let us take off your clothes, then bring the prasad, then we shall say it is true."

Then they removed his garments, and said, "Now enter your samadhi." Then Bechar entered concentration, going to where Hari was seated. Then Hari, looking at him, smiled, seeing his naked condition. He gave him three pedas at that time, and when he woke he showed them to everyone.

Seeing this, everyone was astonished, saying, "Blessed, Swami," bowing their heads. Thus boundless wonders the charming one gives, even now. Because of this, exceeding joy prevails — Nishkulanand cannot express it fully.

Shree Swaminarayan Temple, Bhuj-Kutch / Vadtal Gadi, AI-translated, unverified · Source details