Again I tell of miracles in Vadodara that the Life of the World fulfilled; listen, everyone, to this most uncommon account. Even now Shri Hari gives aid to his satsangis; the power Hari wields is beyond description. Yet in singing Govind's praises I never feel weary; lend your ears and listen, all, as I tell the glory of Hari's devotees.
There was a devout Kshatri (Khatri) devotee, a weak servant of the Merciful One, named Shyambai. She worshipped day and night; she would remain in samadhi for all eight watches, unable to do housework. When she would come out of samadhi, she would eat and drink at that time -- this was the means of sustaining her body, eating as Hari willed.
But one day this thought came: who will give me clothes and food? Worrying thus in her mind, Shyambai sat down in samadhi. When she awoke from meditation, she saw beautiful food had been left before her -- fine large rotis and good dal, placed before her by the Lord. In this way Hari would daily give her food this way.
One day he brought a maund of flour and eggplant vegetable to give her; and to worship at his lotus feet, Swami Sahajanand himself gave these. She also saw her torn clothes replaced -- new, fine, colorful garments given. All this was given in that samadhi, brought there as visible proof; footprints and new cloth were seen, and people were astonished at this.
Thus Hari removes the worries of his devotees continually. There was also a devotee woman, Jivibai, a Kanbi devotee. Seeing her love, Bhagwan gives her darshan day and night; sometimes he leaves prasad -- flowers, garlands, sugar and such.
One day Maharaj came and said, "We are hungry today; if food is ready, give it to us, otherwise we shall go to another house." Then, having cooked kodri (coarse grain) she had prepared, Bhudhar ate it lovingly. Another day she had rotli and vegetable ready and fresh. The Imperishable One came and ate, fulfilling the devotee's heart's desire; everyone knew this to be truly manifest, not a matter of a dream in samadhi.
Seeing this, people were astonished and said, "Blessed is your love, O devotee." There was another devotee woman, Umaiyabai, of the merchant caste. In her house there was much opposition; she was forbidden from going to satsang; if she tried to go among devotees, everyone would harass her.
Three days passed for her without taking water or food. Then the Merciful One came, bringing a full plate of food -- fine rice-pudding and fresh rotli, mixed with much sugar. He fed her and departed, the Life of the World, granting her uncommon darshan too. Having done this uncommon act, Maharaj then departed from there.
There was also a Kshatriya-caste woman who would sit daily in samadhi; her daughter, named Premlabai, would sit beside her, imitating her. Seeing her devotion, Bhagwan gave manifest darshan. Seeing the five-year-old child, the Merciful One lovingly called out to her. He then took the garland from around his own neck and gave it to the girl, the Lord Murari. He also tied garlands on both her hands, giving this prasad before departing. That garland was seen manifestly by all present.
Seeing it, people were astonished, and asked, praising her, "Where did this garland come from?" The girl said, "I brought it from my meditation. Hari, being merciful to me, gave it, brought from Brahma-lok here." Then everyone said, "Blessed, blessed -- accept in your heart that you have received this grace."
Thus the Life of the World gives great bliss to his devotees, delighting them.
There was another devotee, Lakshmibai, of the merchant caste -- truly a satsangi, whose love is for the manifest Lord. She had intense love and affection for Hari; nothing pleased her without the Lord. Seeing her love, Hari-Rai would not be apart from her even for a moment. Whatever she said, the Lord did; he always stayed lovingly with his beloved devotee.
He would leave uncommon prasad, such as even Brahma and others desire. He would come himself, manifest, and give her a plate of eaten food. He would give her betel nut, cardamom, betel leaf, catechu, lime, cloves -- such mouth-fresheners the Lord would give her daily. Once, the Friend of the Poor gave her fine new clothes; whatever food or clothing she needed, Hari mercifully gave her.
He gave these in samadhi, the Imperishable One, and stayed with her when she awoke. Uncommon items would appear in this world, taking material form. Seeing all this, people would reflect and say, "Blessed is the all-capable Swami." Such a way of being has not been seen anywhere else, as it is here in satsang.
Blessed is the Lord, blessed is this avatar; there is no end to the miracles fulfilled. Today you do such deeds for your devotees as you never did before, O Maharaj.
Listen to one more story -- you will all be astonished to hear it. There was a devotee, a Deccani woman named Dhundhuba, who worshipped Maharaj greatly. Her daughter, Mathurabai, remained extremely blissful in samadhi. She would go to Hari always, having daily darshan of the Lord.
When she would come out of samadhi, she would tell great and wondrous accounts. Hearing this, all the people were greatly astonished in their minds. This was then reported to the ruler; hearing the account, it would not go untold -- a five-year-old girl, what can be said of her greatness! She was truly capable -- "go and hear her account," they said.
Then the ruler, being wise, said, "Go, see, and learn of her knowledge." Wise and learned men came together there and listened to what the girl said. They were astonished, unable to speak; they forgot even the questions they had come to ask.
Then they told the ruler this account: "She truly appears to be a deity, manifest. Seeing all her power, we said there is no other Swami; we have received full proof and have come here bowing our heads." Thus a miracle was shown; I now tell of another that happened.
There was an unwise merchant-caste woman with no understanding of true and false saints; she found a foolish, careless guru, and the burden of that fell on her heart. Twenty years passed for her without a trace of peace in her heart.
Then she met Mathurabai and told her whole story: "For twenty years I remained among Vaishnavas, not knowing what I did. I did everything for my own salvation, but I found no peace, and my burning grief did not lessen. Now, whatever you tell me to do, I shall do it -- if I am to cross the ocean of the world."
Then Mathurabai said, "Come here early tomorrow." The woman came the next day; she was seated to perform worship. Samadhi occurred, and she saw the abode called Goloka. She saw the gopas, gopis, and many cows; she saw the beauty of the Virja forest. She saw Krishna and Radha and the many queens, and their female companions beyond counting. Having seen this whole abode, she found the courage of her own heart.
Then she came and told this account, and hearing it all the people gathered around. She said, "Today I am fulfilled; Shri Maharaj has shown me mercy. I have received a great miracle; it is true -- Swami is the truth, any other doctrine is false." Thus he fulfills miracles continually -- Ganesh himself could not write them all down.
I have told the accounts of Vadodara; there are not just this many, there are many more. I have not made a great expansion -- I have told but a fraction of a fraction. What Shri Hari does today cannot be fully told.
Whoever remembers Sahajanand attains unbroken bliss; its measure cannot be taken -- how then could Nishkulanand write it?
Thus ends the one hundred and forty-ninth chapter of the Bhaktachintamani, describing the miracles Shri Ji Maharaj fulfilled for his devotees.