Maharajji Choose His Devotees ॐ ♥ जय महाराज। ♥ ॐ Maharajji will do whatever it takes to pull His devotees to Him. I recently heard this story in New Delhi. Kabir was living in Almora many kilometers past Kainchi high in the foot hills of the Himalayas. He was hanging out with the sadhus and the chillum babas and he didn’t like Maharajji. He referred to Maharajji as a “roadside baba” who was nothing but a fake. One day Kabir was bitten by a cobra and was in a life threatening condition. He was brought to Kainchi to Maharajji. Kabir was healed and he never left Maharajji. Till this day Kabir is one of Maharajji’s most beloved and influential devotees. Because of Kabir’s excellent grasp of Hindi, he often acted as Maharajji’s translator to the English speaking kids who came to Maharajji. [-from Jai Ram Ransom, “It All Abides in Love,” p. 172.] * I first met Maharajji in Bhowali many years ago. Maharajji frequently visited a certain Ma’s home there. I told her that I had heard about him but had never met him, and I asked her to tell me the next time he came. After a week or so Maharajji came at night. In the morning a message came for me and I went at once. I found him lying on a cot. He looked at me, then closed his eyes for a moment. He knew at once who I was, who I had been before, and what I was going to do in this world. In a few seconds, he said, “I am very pleased to see you,” which he repeated many times. Maharajji had walked from Nainital to Bhowali during the night. He said, “You have brought me here! I shall see you again in Haldwani. ” Then Maharajji boarded a bus for Almora. (In those days he traveled mostly by bus, not by car.) People warned me not to take him seriously: “Neem Karoli is a big liar. He very seldom tells the truth. You cant depend on him. In any case, I went to Haldwani. After a few days someone came to my room and told me that Maharajji had come to Haldwani and gave me his address. I saw him then and have been with him ever since. * I first met Maharajji in 1950 when I rode with my boss and Maharajji from Nainital to Haldwani. My boss, a government minister, was already a devotee of Maharajji’s and had offered him this lift. But I was smoking and acting as if Maharajji was just another person. In 1958, after the death of my mother, I was in Bhowali with my father, on vacation. We spent a night in the government rest house there and my father became ill in the night, in much pain. They called the Bhowali doctor who gave him an injection but to no avail. The next day, doctors from Nainital came and said that he needed an emergency gall bladder operation. That same day I went to consult doctors at the nearby TB sanitorium. Preparations were then underway for a puja (ritual of prayer) to celebrate the opening of a small Hanuman temple built by the doctor there who was a devotee of Maharajji. I stayed on to watch. Maharajji arrived but stayed hidden. I grew curious to meet him. I heard that Maharajji had put someone in a trance, so I watched a while from a distance before leaving. That evening a messenger from the Nainital bus station came to me and told me to visit a certain Baba Neem Karoli. Since there are so many babas, I dismissed the message. But at night I went to the bus station and inquired as to who had sent this message, but no one knew. This aroused my curiosity even more. I asked where I could find this Baba Neem Karoli and went there. Maharajji said to me, “Your name is so-and-so and your father is very ill.” “Yes.” “You thought he might die, but God has cured him. Doctors have told you that he should be operated on. But he shouldnt be. Hell be all right.” Maharajji gave me two or three mangos for my father, which I fed to him and he began to improve. After a few days Maharajji again called me. I went but didnt touch his feet. I was planning to return to Delhi and Maharajji said, “Youre going to Delhi. You drive too fast. Take your father carefully and hell be all right.” This touched my heart and I touched Maharajjis feet. My father never had the operation and became very healthy, with no relapse. * Since I wasnt married, I was living with my brother and his wife. When Maharajji came to them I went into the farthest room so I wouldnt have to be involved with such people, for I thought, “Sadhus are no good.” After some time Maharajji came into the room where I was. He walked in, sat down, and said, “Sadhus are no good.” After that I just became a devotee. [- from Ram Dass, ed., “Miracle of Love,” pp. 10-12.]
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