Some time after this, one day Shyam sat in the assembly, giving darshan to his devotees, fulfilling the longing of the devotees of Hari.
Mavji looked upon everyone with a sweet gaze, and, seeing his faultless devotees, he was pleased.
Then Prabhuji said, "Listen, all you people — we are all of Uddhava's tradition, and we must undertake pilgrimage.
Sadhus, sannyasis, renunciants, householders — listen, people of Ayodhya — go to Shri Dwarkamati, bathe there, and receive the sacred mark."
Then he continued: "At the pilgrimage site great sadhus gather, and one has darshan of Ram and Krishna; Markandeya, Dhaumya, Lomash, and others necessarily perform the pilgrimage there.
All pilgrimage sites bring happiness, but among them Dwarka is incomparable.
You people of Ayodhya live far away, so it is necessary that you go.
When the Yadavas were destroyed, fighting among themselves at Prabhas, that day the ocean's waves rose and, save for Krishna's own dwelling, submerged the whole city.
Having destroyed his own clan, Shri Krishna himself remained secretly in his own home; therefore Dwarkamati is a great pilgrimage site, where the Lord of the Yadus dwells eternally.
So householders and renunciants alike should go there, and bathe in the Gomati river according to proper rite; give whatever charity is fitting there, and worship the true Purusha to gain its fruit."
Having given this instruction to all, he gave this teaching to his own devotees.
Then he told the people of Kaushala : "You must certainly go.
Mancharam and Nandram, both of you go, along with fortunate Gopal; Shri Ramprataap went first, he too went to Dwarka himself.
This is the custom of the Uddhava tradition — one must go to Dwarka and become purified; bathe in the Gomati, feed the Brahmins, offer the ancestral rites, and deliver the ancestors across.
Have the mark stamped upon your bodies, go quickly to the island and return, O heroes."
Then all the relatives said, "Very well, we shall go gladly, we are willing."
"But we need a guide, someone who knows the roads, ghats, villages, and towns."
Then Swami looked toward the assembly and saw Sachchidanand, desireless and detached.
Firm in meditation, fearless, free of anxiety, one who held manifest love for the Lord — Nath gave him this command: "You go with the family of dharma.
Go and come back, having had darshan of Ranchhodji; then all the sadhus will come, once the cold season has passed.
If it be Vasudev's will, the sadhus and we shall come there too.
All of you, get ready — pack your bundles, do not delay."
Then the sadhu spoke, folding his hands: "I shall guide the pilgrimage happily, Swami."
Then, for the departure, an auspicious moment was sought for the pilgrimage.
Bhatt Mayaram calculated it thus: the ninth day of the bright fortnight was found auspicious.
Then Nath gave the command, and they set off toward Dwarka, remembering Hari.
On the first day of the dark half of Magh, the Brahmins bathed in the Gomati, giving wealth in charity.
Seeing the strangers, the local Gugli priests ran to them like crows gathering at a body; putting tilak marks on them, they claimed to be their priests and eagerly demanded money.
It is not proper to obstruct a renunciant at a pilgrimage, yet they refused to let even the sadhu bathe.
Surrounding him like crows, they would not let the great sadhu bathe.
Young, old, and elderly among them threatened him, saying they would beat him together: "You look like some kind of holy fraud, wanting to bathe without paying money.
Take out money from your patched robe and loincloth" — thus spoke both men and women.
Yet the sadhu's mind was not disturbed; his mind was absorbed in the dust of Krishna's play.
The form of Shri Krishna rose in his awareness and became fixed within the sadhu.
He fell into samadhi, forgetting his body, and his body fell upon the bank of the Gomati.
Then the people of Ayodhya came there, and, the sadhu not waking, they cried out.
Gopal said to all his relatives, "How shall we take him along with us?
In five or ten days he will wake — if we stay, many days will be wasted.
So do not worry about him at all; let us go with the mark to the island."
Leaving the sadhu at Arambhda, they took the mark quickly by paying money, went by boat to the island, had darshan and worship there by paying money, performed the pilgrimage rites properly, stayed five days, and returned to the Gomati.
They searched for Sachchidanand but did not find him, and asked all the people of Ayodhya about him.
Now let me tell what happened to the sadhu — listen, all of you, to the custom of that place.
The sadhu, giving up food, went after three days, without having bathed, to Arambhda.
He went and stayed at the fasting-square, where people cry out for lack of food.
There, the pilgrims fasted greatly, falling into fast after fast — children, young people, and many elders, all distressed for lack of food.
Some beat their bellies, heads, and chests: "Brothers, we cannot bear this hunger — give us the mark out of mercy, or we shall die without food."
But those who took money for the mark showed no mercy or compassion whatsoever; the pilgrims cried out loudly, "Give us the mark, or know that we shall lose our lives!"
Then a caste priest said, "Without money we will not give the mark — go and die empty at home for all we care."
Seeing this at Arambhda, the sadhu began to cry out in distress: "This place is like the city of Yama, or like Kurukshetra itself.
Just as the Gugli priests were at the Gomati, these here are even worse sinners — men and women who cause every kind of suffering have come to settle here.
So none here will show the least mercy — let me test this false darkness by asking."
The sadhu said, "Listen, brothers, you are truly devotees of Krishna — give me the mark out of mercy, that I may go to the island and behold Hari."
Hearing the sadhu's words, they laughed and said, "You are no better than an animal.
Many frauds like you come, wanting the mark without money.
If you have need, pay money and take the mark, old man, and go home."
Then the fortunate sadhu said, "Brother, we have renounced wealth and wife."
He said, "I know what kind of renunciant you are — keeping money hidden in your patched cloth and loincloth."
Then the sadhu handed over his patched cloth, and, seeing it was empty, the man flung it to the ground, saying, "Sadhus keep it hidden in their matted locks somewhere — no sadhu is without money.
We are not like those sadhus — we serve Swaminarayan."
"So you're a sadhu of that Swami of yours — then all the more money should come.
Your Swami has plenty of wealth, performing great sacrifices — so why are you standing here idle?
Take the mark, bring money, and give it."
At that moment a naked ascetic came, his whole body smeared with ash, an iron tongs in his hand, a great mass of matted hair wound on his head; his eyes red from intoxication, he walked swaggering, chest puffed out, a pouch of bhang and ganja hanging at his side, speaking in a thick, slurred voice.
He came and stopped, saying, "Give me the mark — we are renunciants, I won't give you money," speaking abusively in his intoxicated state.
Hearing this, the caste priest rose at once, seized his beard, tousled his matted hair, and five gold coins fell from his head.
He said, "Look, sadhu, this is the custom here — our affection is only for money.
Sadhu, bring money and give it, or your fate will be like this one's."
The sadhu said, "I have no matted hair — where would I keep money in a patched cloth and loincloth?"
Then the priest went off laughing, mocking him: "Why go seeking death without cause?
Even if your grandfather's grandfather came, we would not give the mark without money."
Then the sadhu grew despondent, seeing the pilgrims suffering; pained by the suffering of others, his heart was troubled, and he said he would not take food there.
He boarded a boat and reached the island, weak from fasting and hunger; he went into the town gate to have darshan, and the gatekeeper, seeing him without the mark, said, "Go away, wandering renunciant — have you come to cheat us?
Without the mark you go about quietly — what kind of deceitful sadhu are you?"
Giving him a shove and raising a hand to strike, the sadhu only smiled and sat down opposite the shop.
Then a Brahmin priest came, one who had strayed far from the duty of his own household; the sadhu said to him, "O great one, grant me darshan."
The Brahmin said, "This is the custom here — everyone's affection is purely for money.
They sell their own wives for money, and give their daughters and sisters to adulterers — there is no shame in this city at all, and they commit many other misdeeds besides.
If you have any wealth at all, come, I will lodge you in my house; you will be happy in every way — otherwise you will leave here miserable and empty-handed."
Then the sadhu said, "We belong to Swami — we stay far from wealth and women."
Then the Brahmin said further, "I would sink money before your guru .
It is also said that he is God himself — with what sin did you leave him and come here?"
Saying this, the Brahmin departed, but the sadhu's mind was not shaken.
Many other townspeople came, and, seeing him penniless, mocked him; some threatened him, glaring with their eyes, exceedingly cruel of heart, greedy for money.
Then the sadhu thought further to himself: thousands of renunciants will come here in the future, and this will become a great trouble for sadhus; without darshan they too will become distressed.
"Not for one moment shall I stay here — let me turn back toward Panchal.
But my guru gave me his command; I must not come back without the mark and darshan."
This resolve weighed upon his very body: how would this brave one now manage?
Without the mark and darshan, if he went back, he would become guilty before his guru.