Shri Nathji was in
Lucknow, a city of the elite Nawabs and Rajas of those days during the British
Raj. The year was 1937. Shri Nathji was a guest in the house of R.R. Khanna who
was the Registrar of the Lucknow University.
Khanna who had been a
hardened atheist and scientist was converted to a life of Faith by HH Shri
Nathji in one single meeting in the city of Mussoorie in the Himalayas.
The entire city of
Lucknow and especially the intellectuals were agog at the news of the
conversion of an atheist like Khanna. And now with Shri Nathji staying with
Khanna his house had become a venue for all genuine seekers after truth who
would gather together to listen to the divine sermons of Shri Nathji and to
receive his Blessings and Divine Love.
One evening when Shri
Nathji was speaking to the home gathering an elderly lady entered the room,
weeping loudly. She came close to Shri Nathji and fell at his feet and would
not stop crying.
Khanna explained. She
was the mother of Raja Jagat whose cold and dead body lay in the King George's
Hospital at Lucknow. The young Raja had been very fond of drives on his
fashionable motor cycle and had crashed in the middle of the night. His body
had lain on the highway for several hours, before he was picked up and brought
to the King George's Hospital.
Khanna was his friend
and had rushed there. Doctors had given up all hope. They were trying
everything they could to resucitate the body of the Raja, but they all agreed
it was too late. The body was cold.
At the hospital,
Khanna met the mother of the Raja, the Queen Mother, and said to her:
"There is only one place where your son may be granted his life back and
that is Nathji! Come with me to my house where he is staying. Catch hold of his
feet and dont leave them until he says "yes"!"
And thus it was that
the mother of the Raja continued to weep and to hold on to Shri Nathji's feet
in a half swoon.
"Say that he will
live! Say that he will live!" the mother kept on saying in between her
crying, "the doctors have given up all hope!"
Shri Nathji said:
"O Mother! Be not despondent! If it be the will of God even 1% hope can
turn into 99%!"
The old lady
continued to cry for some time more.
And then Shri Nathji
said to her:
"Mother! Do you
not feel a certain peace within your heart?"
The old lady was
startled and said:
"Yes! Yes!
Suddenly I feel at peace within!"
And Shri Nathji said:
"What mother in
the world can feel peace within, if her son is dead!
"Go! Mother!
Your son is alive! That is why you are feeling the peace within your
heart!"
The old lady and
Khanna rushed back to the King George Hospital and found the doctors congratulating
each other. The Raja had regained consciousness and was alive!
The next day the old
lady rushed to Shri Nathji with flowers in her hands and falling at his feet
wept tears of gratitude.
"Shri
Nathji!" she said, "I wish to hand over my entire State to you! Even
that is not price enough for the life of my son!"
Shri Nathji however
refused to accept her offering. But as she began to cry out loud for him to
accept it, he said,
"All right! I
accept it!"
The Old lady was at
Peace. She said: " Come there and rule over the State, sit on the throne
and manage it!"
Shri Nathji said:
"Mother! I accepted your State only because I could not refuse your
offering given in such good faith! As it was breaking your heart!"
However he continued:
"But tell me!
Can you refuse any gift which i wish to give you?"
The old lady said:
"No, never! How
can I refuse to accept any gift you give to me!"
Shri Nathji said:
"Mother! I am
giving you your State back as a gift! Go and rule it now as a gift from me and
it will always bring you happiness!"
Shri Nathji added:
"When you use your things, taking them to be a gift from God then they
will always bring you happiness!"
The old lady left the
place, perfectly content and happy at heart and in later days brought her son
for the blessings of HH Shri Nathji. She would always tell the people of
Lucknow that her son had been reborn and that it was Shri Nathji who had given
him a new life.
For Shri Nathji
however, miracles were of little consequence, he would always say:
"Speak not to me
of miracles,
For I have left
miracles behind!"
"If I raise a
dead man to life he will surely die again, if I cure a sick person he will
surely fall sick again. These are not miracles for me.
"My greatest
miracle is that I light the LIght of Faith in your hearts which not even the
greatest of storms can blow out!"
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