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DATTATRE'S DARSHANGREAT DEVOTIONI
t was a wet evening of 1973, when I decided to go to Bhuwali sanitorium near Nainital, whereMahant Rajendra Bharati was convalescing. I was touched by the warm reception which was given tome by Mahantji's family. After the emotional reumion was over, I sat down in a seculded corner, toregain my composure. And, the image of 'Kainchi Ashram' and 'Neem Karoli Baba' flashed across mymind ege again and again. I decided to establish mental contact with the Baba. So I concentrated all mythoughts on him. In a short while, I succeeded in getting the information from the Baba through mentalmessage that the time of his "Maha Prayana" had finally come. The Ashram would become desolate,this was his prime concern. In, December, the aggrieved disciple of 'Neem Karoli Baba' informed me of his 'Maha Prayan' (the demise). The temple and the Ashram, stood as the symbol of his memorablepresence. A man can not grieve forever the passing of a loved one, because the life has to run its naturalcourse. So I detached myself from the sadness of the atmosphere, and started chalking out my futureplans.I gently freed myself from the emotional ties of Mahantji's family and took a train to Bombay.I stayed with S.K.Bindra of "Bindra Productions" in Bombay. Mr. Bindra was delighted at my arrival,because at that time he was going through serious financial, crisis which had affected his physical wellbring. He had become bankrupt because his picture had flopped, and his friends and relatives refused togive him assistance in the face of the unexpected adversity. More over, some Sindhis fromAhemadabad, with the help of a peer were tormenting him through ghosts and ghouls.I wasted no time, and that very night I succeeded in liberating him from the clutches of evilspirits. The relief from the mental agony gradually drove away the misfortunes. Once again, he startedgetting job offers, which improved his financial status. I felt suffocated by the crowd which used toassemble at Bindra's place, so I shifted to Barrister Bhatia's place - Justice of the high court. I stayedfor a couple of days there, and then decided to move out of Bombay and go the Junagrah. Mr. Bakshihelped me, in getting the tickets for Junagarh. On the pretext of going for a stroll I came out of Bindra'shouse, and started for the Railway station. At the station, Sudarshan Bakshi waited for me with theticket and some fruits. Clad only in a silk cloth, without any proper luggage, I boarded the train boundfor Veeramgaon. In the early hours of the morning, the train reached Veeramgaon from where I was tocatch the train for Jungarh. I got off the train and braving the chill of the wintry morning and walkedtowards the small group of porters sitting around a make shift bonfire for warmth. The warmth of thefire gave me immense relief, and I continued to sit there till, the direct train for Junagarh came on theplatform.The train reached Junagarh at night fall. At the station. I met a saint who was also on the look out for a shelter for the night. So together we knocked the door of various temples and 'Maths'(monastery) with the hope of finding some place to spend the night. Junagarh a famous religions spotof yesteryears, turned out to be a great disillusionment to us. Junagarh, at present in no longer ahospitable place for sadhus and saints, because hypocrites and charlatans have ruined its reputation. Ithas become the 'joint' of shrewd, pretensious men in ochre robes, who in the name of religion, areextorting money from the naive god fearing public.Tired, cold and hungry I continued to walk on the road in search of some resting place.Suddenly, a sadhu's with long locks spootted me, and offered me shelter in his hut for the night. He wasa saint of the Vaishav sect. He took me to his hut, where a Dhuni was burning, and three sadhus werebusy in cooking the food. I ate the food which was offered to me with great warmth and hospitality.Shortly afterwards, Mauni Baba a well known renunciant from Junagarh came. He had a flowingsnowy beard and locks, and looked young, and energetic, despite his advancing age. I was taken aback,when without preamble he flung himself at my feet, and started sobbing. The other sadhus who werepresent in the room probably know him, but to me he was a total stranger. His eyes and his body,manifested the traits of an adept yogi. Since he had avowed to keep silent he was known as 'Mauni'(one who observes silence). For a couple of minutes he sat still, only gazing at me, then broke into'eloquent gestures' to communicate with other sadhus. He first touched below his naval with his handand then moved the same hand in a circular motion upwards signifying a moving 'Chakra'. Along with
 
other Mahatamas I could also decipher his gesticulations. He took out a pencil and jotted down amessage on a piece of paper which ran thus "Dear saints he is a yogi and dwells in the 'kundilini : He isan "adwait". He has been blessed by the great masters. His name is 'Kapil Adwaits' and he has recievedthe sublime company of the 'Param Siddha' Haribaba and Baba Gorakhnath. He has adopted thespiritual path. I wish to express my sincere respects for him". His signature was scrawled at the end of the note".After everyone had gone to sleep, Mauni Baba broke his silence and spoke to me. Heacquainted me with "Spiritual light" and the electric vibrations which emanated from 'thoughtprocesses'. He stayed with me till midnight and then returned to his cave. I was the only one who wasawake in the hut. While I sat in silence trying to locate something in the distant hills, a sudden brilliantlight illuminated the entire hut. The wondrous light had formed a circle on the floor of the hut, Thewondrous light had formed a circle on the floor of the hut, and in the midst of the circle stood a youngboy with the celestial halo. For a few moments, I stood trans fixed to the ground, and when therealization downed upon me that a divine entity stood before, I ran towards him and threw myself at hisfeet. One can well imagine the grandeur of that celestial moment. With his huge arms he helped me tomy feet and said "Keep moving on your, path the time has come now". The divine boy vanished afterultering the blessing and with him faded the brilliant light that had flooded the hut. I was overwhelmed, when I beheld 'Lord Dattreya's in the form of a young boy. The sudden happening, left medumb founded and I felt as though I was day dreaming. This unexpected divine visitation, perhaps wasthe fruit of the 'Karmas' of my previous birth. Baba Gopal Das rose from his bed, for he had also seenthe fading light fo the divine spectable.At that moment we heard a voice saying "Kapil let us go, it is already morning", We ranoutside towards the direction of the sound, but there was no one, only the resonance of the voice. Welooked at each other in utter astonishment, and stood in silence. Shortly afterwards, I picked up my 'silk coverlet', paid respects to Baba Gopal Das and left the place.When I reached 'Gorakh Dhuni' the sun was already high in the sky and was peepingthrough the mountains. I sat down in front of the Dhuni and became a silent spectator of the devoteeswho were returning from 'Amba's temple and 'Dattreya's Charan Paduka'. A group of young boys andgirls came to me and requested me to answer some of the questions related to 'yoga'. They were keenlyinterested in 'yoga' I answered their questions to satisfy their curiosity. I also advised them to go toSwami Muktanad who was an authority on 'Yoga' and would give the required guidance. I applied thedhunis tikka on my forhead and started on my onward journey.
MAJNU BABA
: A little further, on my way I came across a distraught looking youngboy, who appeared to be searching something in the yonder mountains. As soon as I reached closer tohim, he stopped me, and restrained me from going any further. And then, he drew three lines on theroad and said "Beware, do not attempt to cross these lines". There were many travellers on the road atthat time, and even they were not allowed to cross the lines. This led to a chaotic situation. Theincoming and outgoing rush of the travellers came to a sudden halt. Every one thought that the boy wassurely mad, for he was behaving in a crazy manner. But no one dared to cross the lines. Out of thecrowd two 'Naga Sadhu' boldly ventured towards the lines and when they tried to cross the lines, theyyelled out in, agony because their feet were badly burnt by the lines. This incident terrified the onlookers and with folded hands they bowed to the boy and sought his forgiveness. The boy approachedme and said "Do you know Baba what I was searching in these mountains? I was looking for the Girnarcaves, which is suppose to inhabit the Siddhas. But unfortunately, neither I am able to locate a cave nora siddha.I continued to look at him in mute silence. I was sure, that he was not a mad person, but someone else. He appeared to me quite mysterious, and what further baffled me was that out of so manytravellers he had come to me for help. I started moving once again towards Gorakh Dhuni and gesturedto the distraught looking boy to follow me. When I came near the three formidable line, I picked up alittle mud, muttered some mantras and threw in between the lines. With the help of manstras Isuccessfully crased them. The boy who was watching me carefully, ran towards me and said "Now, Iwill follow you, and then later on you can follow me". I picked up my way carefully upwards, and theboy also began to follow me. The climb was a little rough because I had to meander my way throughthe rocks and boulders. So I sat down for a short while on a rock and pondered over the boy and therecent incident. The boy when he came closer, also sat down next to me. when I tried to read his face
 
he broke into a smile and said "Why do you want to be in a hurry, leave everything to 'time'. In duecourse, you will learn everything".I again started to climb the mountain. This mountain peak is in between 'Gorakh Dhuni' and'Datta Charan'. An unknown force was pulling me towards a definite direction, and very soon I foundmyself standing infront of the mouth of a cave. The boy who had followed me squealed with delightand said " I have found it Bapu, I have found it". Since the cave was very huge I prevented the boyfrom entering it alone. While we sat outside the cave pondering our next move, I suddenly grew veryhungry, the boy also echoed my thoughts when he said " Sir, I am feeling very hungry". It was not verylate, still, we became hungry. Perhaps it was the place which had awakened the hunger pangs within us.We were hungry, but no food was available in that area. I told the boy to wait for me out side andentered the cave. Inside, the cave was divided into two parts, but no one could be seen. Very soon, twococonuts came tumbling towards me. I picked up the coconuts and thanked the unknown power forhelping us at the time of our needs. When I was about to move out of the cave, I felt, as though someone was trying to snatch one coconut out of my hand. So, I relaxed the grip over the coconuts. As soonas I did so, an invisible hand wrenched a coconut away, and a voice said, "One is enough for you two.You can leave the other one for me. Majnu Baba is your companion, take good care of him. I will makemy appearance on the third day. Now, you two can go back". I came out of the cave immediatelywithout bothering to find out the identity of the person who had spoken to me. I handed the coconut theboy. He took out a sharp knife from his girdle and said " Do you know why I carry this sharp knife? Ihad vowed that if I failed in getting the 'Darshan' of the Siddha's, I would sacrifice myself before thegoddess 'Bhagwati'. I have particularly sought your assistance because I was aware that you had thepower to erase the 'three lines', and will take me to the siddhas. I was merely testing you by drawing thethree lines".We ate the coconut in silence, and , after we had eaten we walked down the mountainstowards the direction of 'Charan Paduka'. In Charan Paduka we spent the night in the premises of a JainTemple. The boy was rather mysterious, but I did not try to find out his true identity. In the middle of the night he got up and went away to some unknown place. He returned rather late in the morning,laden with things like bananas, torch, a sheet and a 'Kamandal'. It was around 10 o'clock in themorning we started on our strange expedition. On our way, in the dense dark forest, we came across ahuge lake. It was a perfect place to break our long hazardous walk. We sat down near the lake for ashort time, had a snack of the bananas and then again proceeded on our journey. I was not familiar withthe place, but the ease with which the boy was walking showed his familiarity with the wildsurroundings. We moved rather quickly because we did not want to get lost in the darkness of thenight. Strangely enough, we felt very thirsty during our journey, inspite of drinking all the water fromthe Kamandal. Our stomachs were simply bursting with water, but our throats were parched dry. Anunknown phenomenon had affected us. We became restless with the unbearable thirst, but, did not stopany where in search of water. Probably, the boy was determined to reach his destination before thenight fall. so, undeterred, we continued our walk, and very soon we came across an old woman dressedin black. When I tried to touch her feet, she reacted sharply and did not allow me to do so. Neverthless,she said "Do'nt try to touch me, if you are thirsty you better follow me". An-d, we, followed the oldwoman to her hut.I found her quite weird. Nevertheless I could guess, that she was a 'Yogini' belongingto a 'Vamachar' sect. When we reached her hut, an odd scenario greeted us. Numerous variety of snakes, birds and other reptiles were moving around freely. There were few pitchers under the treewhich contained milk, jaggery water or snakes. The woman gave us water from a clean pitcher. Afterdrinking the water, the boy suddenly started laughing in a hysterical manner. The startled womanlooked at him fearfully, and forbade him to laugh any more. This, further incited the boy and he startedclapping excitedly. When I found the situation a little out of control, I signalled to the boy to calmdown. And then I requested the woman to direct us to a nearby place where we could find shelter forthe night. She took us under an ancient looking massive 'Buniyan' tree, which was quite close to arivulet. An uncanny feeling, almost like a tremor ran through my body when I went closer to the tree.My instinct told me to look upwards, and as I did so, I found myself staring into the eyes of a gigantic'Python'. The instant my eyes stared at it, it recoiled and turned its head away. The Python's reactionevidently frightened the woman, and boy the burst into a fresh peal of laughter. I somehow could notcomprehend the cause of the unnatural occurences. The woman, apparently in control of herself bynow, said. "This tree has been mysterious since times immemorial. A long time ago, a Baba tried to dohis penance under this tree, but he did not stay for long because the python forced him to abandon the
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