An old man in a town where Maharajji had been staying had become blind.

People were talking to Maharajji about healing, and Maharajji said, "Samarth Guru Ram Das cured his mother from blindness, but there are no saints like that anymore."

Then Maharajji asked for a pomegranate, had it squeezed, and drank the juice. He then put his blanket over his face and they saw that underneath there was blood coming out of both his eyes.

Once a Mother came to Maharajji and said, "Maharajji, you always talk about worldly things - how many children, how much education, which job, how much money. Why don't you teach us about Brahm (the Formless)?"

Maharajji said, "Okay, I'll teach you." The Mother went off to do her work at Kainchi, and when it was time for the last bus to Nainital she was making her pranams and was going to the bus.

Maharajji asked her, "Now you are going?"

>She said, "Yes, I have to attend to my family, prepare meals and all."

Maharajji said, "Listen, don't go just now. I'll teach you about Brahm. You sit here."

She insisted she had to go home and look after her family. He said,"No,no. I'll teach you about Brahm. You sit here. Don't go home today."

“ Quand la fleur éclôt... ”

En 1967, je fis la connaissance de mon gourou. Cette rencontre changea le cours de mon existence car il me permit d’appréhender ma vie en termes spirituels. Je découvris chez lui de nouvelles perspectives de compassion, d’amour, de sagesse, d’humour et de puissance, et ses actes élargirent ma compréhension des possibilités de l’homme. Je reconnus en lui une alliance de l’humain et du divin.

Après notre première rencontre, je demeurai en Inde aussi près de lui qu’il me fut permis. Je passai ainsi cinq mois avant de revenir en Amérique avec son ashirbad pour écrire un livre que, jusqu’avant mon départ, je n’avais jamais envisagé de faire. De retour en Occident, je rencontrai de nombreuses âmes sœurs ouvertes et prêtes à partager ce que j’avais reçu ; et sa bénédiction ainsi que leur soif donnèrent naissance à Soyez ici maintenant.

We were going with Maharajji to Chitrakut.

As we entered the boundaries of a sacred place, Maharajji sat down, looked around, and said, “This is the place where Ram and Sita moved here and there.”

After he had moved a little further along the dry earth, a thorn pierced Maharajji's foot.

He bent down and pulled out the thorn, saying, “Many such thorns must have pricked the Lord's feet.”

Maharajji and a devotee had settled in for a journey into the first-class compartment of a train.

The devotee felt it would be safer if Maharajji held the tickets until the conductor came, so he gave them to Maharajji.

Maharajji looked at them and said, “What is this for?” and threw them out of the window of a moving train. The devotee was shocked but said nothing.

As Maharajji continued his conversation, the devotee was worrying about the tickets and the conductor.

Finally the conductor knocked on the door and asked to see their tickets.

The devotee hesitated a moment and then told Maharajji that the conductor wanted to see the ticket.