One time Master asked Meera Mata (Sri Mrinalini Mata’s mother) to make an unexpected trip to the East Coast. Meera Ma’s assignment was to go to the East Coast with another disciple and pick up an automobile and drive it back to California. In addition, Master told her, “Take a vacation on your way back. Your body needs rest. Don’t rush back; take your time. Be sure to enjoy all the sights - see Niagara Falls, take a boat ride on Lake Erie, see the Black Forest, and the Bad Lands, and don’t miss Yellowstone Park.” Guruji planned out a nice trip for her.

They visited all of those places Master mentioned, and it was wonderful in that everywhere they went all obstacles were removed – hotel accommodations at Yellowstone became available where there were none before, and when there were no available tickets for their boat ride on Lake Erie, a ticket cancellation was made right before them which enabled them to go at the last minute.

But one thing wasn’t wonderful: Meera Ma was in a hurry to get home. During the entire trip, in her consciousness was an unspoken desire to get back home to Master. By the time they arrived in Salt Lake City, the urge had become so strong that they decided to undertake a rather dangerous marathon journey across the hot desert. They drove non-stop in 120 degree heat with no air-conditioning, driving on bad roads 740 miles back to L.A. to get home to see the Guru.

Finally at 10 pm they arrived back at Mt. Washington, and rushed up to Master’s rooms thinking, “He’ll be so glad to see us!”

But Master was not pleased at all. “You!! What are you doing here?” he said. “I told you to take your time! How can you enjoy anything when you rush through life?”

Then Master sent for a postcard that Meera Ma had written while they were on the trip, and he read it out loud –– and reading also between the lines:

“We’re on a boat crossing Lake Erie.”
… I’M HOMESICK!
“We’re having a wonderful time.”
… I’M HOMESICK!

Then he scolded them roundly. “You call yourself a disciple, yet you say ‘I’m homesick’? You wanted to get home to where my body is, but who do you think opened your way across Lake Erie? Who do you think got you the hotel room at Yellowstone? Who watched over you and helped you cross the hot desert?”

Meera Ma hung her head. “Well, sir, it was you.”

Then Master said, “How dare you pinpoint me to this body in this little room at Mt. Washington! Don’t ever come to me in this consciousness again!”

GOD & GURUJI Blesses You & His GRACE Be Always With YOU !

Every morning, Yogiraj would go for a holy dip in the Ganges at Ranamahal Ghat, accompanied by his faithful devotee, Krishnaram. One day, after the dip in the Ganges, Yogiraj was returning home with Krishnaram through an alley. Suddenly, Yogiraj exclaimed, “Krishnaram, tear off a piece of cloth.” Krishnaram could not follow what his Guru was trying to convey. After walking a few paces, a brick from the terrace of a house fell on Yogiraj’s foot. One of his toes was injured and started to bleed. Quickly he tore off a piece of cloth from his attire and bandaged his toe. Krishnaram assisted him.

Later, Krishnaram with folded hands enquired of his Guru:
“Maharaj, if you knew before hand the brick would fall, why did you not avoid it? This way you could have saved yourself of the injury.”

Yogiraj replied: “That is not possible, Krishnaram. If I had avoided it, I would have had to suffer the pain with interest at some other time. I have to receive what is destined, therefore the earlier it is completed, the better.

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Yogiraj had a young neighbour, Chandramohan Dey, who had just passed his medical exam and returned home. One day the young man came to the Guru and offered pranaams and sought his blessing. Yogiraj blessed him and enquired about the many facets of modern day medical treatment. Chandramohan was a new doctor and his
enthusiasm was endless. He explained about the various aspects of medical science developments.

Yogiraj desired to know the definition of death by medical science and so Chandramohan accordingly explained. Jocularly and with a gentle smile, Yogiraj said: “Chandramohan, examine me and see whether I am dead or alive.” The young man examined him and was amazed. There was no sign of life in the body and the heart beat was static. Chandramohan was speechless..So Yogiraj countered, Chandramohan, you should now give me a death certificate.” The young man was even more nonplussed by now. He wondered how to respond to the Guru. He said: “I would have given you the death certificate but you are still talking. A dead person is unable to talk.”
Yogiraj laughed and remarked: “You are right. But remember, much remains to be learnt beyond your medical science, a level which it cannot reach. But yogis can easily attain the quest for that knowledge.

This incident became memorable in Chandra Mohan’s life. He went on to become a reliable medical practitioner and also advanced immensely on the spiritual path.