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Bhaktachintamani Prakaran 148

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Hasmukh Patadia

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Also praised in Vadodara is the devotion of loving hearts; with faith they perform loving worship, offering body, mind and wealth. In the world one does not find people like these; their love, once fixed on the manifest Lord, never lets go. There are many such devotees whose desires the Lord fulfilled; my heart is eager to record their glory.

Among the Nagar Brahmin caste there was a devotee woman named Monghibai. She worshipped with unwavering faith in Achalmati Maharaj, worshipping with devotion. She worshipped the Lord with a full heart, understanding Hari to be all-capable. She would go into samadhi and see Shri Hari, and remained supremely happy in that bliss.

One day, in meditation, she went to where Hari himself was; she had the darshan of the Merciful One, and great joy came to her. Then Monghibai said, "Maharaj, you are the Lord, the King of kings. You alone took all the avatars; in every age you have redeemed people. What a form you took as Krishna, what four weapons you held; and the eight chief queens, whose sons are handsome -- with all these I wish to have darshan; please grant it, O Lord, being gracious." Then Hari-Rai smiled, seeing the wish in the devotee's heart.

He took the form of Krishna, ocean of bliss, adorned with the eight queens beside him; holding conch, discus, mace and lotus, Shri Hari shone together with his sons. He gave such darshan, and the devotee became overjoyed. Having given darshan the Lord departed; everyone present was astonished. They said, "What a wondrous thing has happened -- this miracle cannot go untold." There is another story about her too.

A meal was prepared for Maharaj's sake; the Compassionate One came and ate. He ate laddus, patasa and sweets, fritters and beautiful vegetables. Having eaten, the Lord gave half a fritter with his own hand; Monghibai took it in her hands. Distributing that prasad, I tell another story of hers.

The next day, he himself gave her, filling her lap, the fruits of the badri tree, whose seeds are fine and pulp thick -- such fruit cannot be found searching elsewhere. In this way the Beloved gave countless such gifts, again and again. Among the devotees she was a foremost leader, living in supreme, uncommon bliss.

At her home, women devotees would gather daily to hear discourse and kirtan; an assembly of women would sit, and they would speak of the manifest Lord. Their hearts held great love for Hari -- what can be said of the greatness of these women? One day among them there fell an abundant shower of flowers. Both satsangis and non-satsangis who were present gathered them up. This happened for two to four days -- there is no end to describing such miracles.

Countless such miracles occur, beyond telling or writing. I tell one more: the power of Shri Hari himself, manifest.

There was a Deccani woman named Ambabai who worshipped the Lord greatly. When the end of her body's life came, Bhagwan himself came to fetch her. He brought a vimana valued in the lakhs, and departed, taking her, seen by all present. Both satsangis and non-satsangis had darshan, many people saw it.

Afterward, this Ambabai was seen by someone in samadhi. Through her a message was sent: a beautiful pillow-cover had been given, a black sari kept in a chest, given to another woman. "If all this proves true, then you shall have no doubt at all." This was told, coming out of samadhi; hearing it, everyone believed it to be true. Whatever message had been sent, all of it proved true. Seeing this, people were astonished and said, "Blessed, blessed!"

Here is another unmatched account -- the power of Hari in particular. Among the Brahmin devotees was one named Jamunabai, an intensely loving devotee, holding meditation on the manifest Lord. Seeing her love, the Compassionate One would eat a plate of food from her daily. Wearing beautiful black silk garments, he would give darshan, the abode of bliss. She would also foretell the past and future, telling what was to happen; and when all of it came true, everyone was astonished. Thus Hari would come to Jamunabai's house daily, showing mercy.

There was a goldsmith-caste devotee woman named Parvati, sanctified. She had immense love for Hari, no affection anywhere else. In her household there was much opposition; everyone despised her devotion. They would not let her go to satsang, tormenting her with harsh words. Hearing all this, the woman would say nothing, and would sit at home performing her worship.

Drawn by her love, Bhagwan came; he would give her darshan every day. The Compassionate One would come and eat a meal, and would give her fine prasad. There was no day that the Lord did not come to her house. Thus, at Parvati's house, Hari performed his divine play daily.

Thus the Lord fondles his devotees, doing what pleases their hearts. Thus the Imperishable One grants such wonders; blessed are the devotees, servants of Hari.

Again one day Hari came, and they served him fritters. In their intense love they forgot themselves and offered undercooked fritters. Having eaten, the Life of the World went on to Monghibai's house. There he said, "Today at Parvati's hand I ate undercooked fritters." Hearing such an uncommon tale, the devotees remained delighted, knowing it to be truly manifest, not to be taken as a dream.

There was also a betel-leaf-seller woman named Jamunabai. She would enter samadhi always, going into the presence of the Lord. In samadhi she would serve Hari, daily feeding him sweets and delicacies. When other devotees heard of this, they did not believe it.

They said, "All this is false, you are just boasting about taste. If we see it with our own eyes, then we shall believe what you say. Prepare a meal at your own house; let the Lord come and sit and eat at the plate. Whatever food is placed on the plate, let it be seen to diminish at that time. If we see this with our own eyes, then we shall accept the whole account as true."

Hearing this, the devotee woman prepared a plate at her own home. A beautiful meal was made ready; the Sustainer of Life came lovingly and ate. When the Life of the World had eaten and departed, he left behind a garland of flowers. Whatever food had been placed on the plate was seen to have diminished after the Merciful One had eaten. They saw the garland of flowers manifest, and seeing it men and women were astonished.

They said, "All this is true, know it is not false in the least. Look -- the garland, well and truly made, was given by the Beloved Lord." Such garlands the Beloved gives to his devotees by the thousands, time and again. Today he wields such power as has never been wielded before.

Blessed, blessed is the glory of today; not even millions of poets could equal it. Moreover this account has been prepared for the people; Nishkulanand cannot fully record it.

Thus ends the one hundred and forty-eighth chapter of the Bhaktachintamani, composed by Nishkulanand Muni, disciple of Shri Sahajanand Swami, propagator of the ekantik Dharma, describing how Shri Ji Maharaj fulfilled the wishes of his devotees.

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