TVing Medni Prakash of Nahan was sitting in his drawing room when his jlJPrime Minister Harji came and their conversation started. King: Harji! Have you brought any fresh news?
Minister: Your Excellency! The news is not encouraging. King Fateh Shah's daughter has got engaged to King Bhim Chand's son.
King: Is it done? That was expected. (Looking towards the sky and heaving a sigh) Previously the craze was for a son and now it is fear of the kingdom and the palaces.
Harji: Even I am worried quite much. King Fateh Shah is already screaming on the head and now he has become stronger. King: Then any suggestion.
Minister: I cannot think of anything that is humanly possible. If the Lord helps, then it is different.
King: So far as the idols of gods are concerned, they are of no help. We have already worshipped these for a son but with no success. It appears there is no God in the idols. Some say it is superstition or a mistaken belief only. Rest is help of some saint. For that one is Sudhu Shah at Multan. Another is Ram Rai at Dehradun, who has impressed Emperor Aurangzeb with his miracles. But he is a friend of King Fateh Shah who respects him much. So! All help is out of reach for us.
There seems to be only one way now. That is to make more recruitment in the army and when the time comes we should die fighting in the battle. We have to die one day. At least, this way we may get a place in heavens.
Minister: It is always good to remain in readiness to fight and at this particular time it has become most essential to remain in preparedness. Also it
is the duty of brave people to fight for righteousness and die while fighting. But we should not remain in worry and disappointment. We should also do something more.
King: What more?
Minister: In our kingdom within our borders one very aged Brahmin is meditating. Why not seek his help? In my view he is a saint and possesses Super natural powers. He lives in the deep forest. He is in meditation day and night. He is away from everyone. He has a disciple who looks after him. He lives on milk. He has kept a couple of cows that graze in the forest and give milk to the Brahmin. I am sure his blessings will be fruitful and great help to us. However, we must increase the armed forces. You ask the queen mother to give the keys of the treasure that our old kings have accumulated for difficult times. This is just the difficult time when the need is urgent.
King: Well! You are right. But woman, more so old woman might not agree. But I shall try. After all she is a mom, she may agree. Yes, yes. Minister, when do we go to meet the Brahmin?
Minister: Your Excellency! You talk to queen mother and I will talk to our Defense Minister for recruitment of more defense personnel and buying of more arms.
Then we can leave early tomorrow morning. We shall go for hunting and then take out time to meet the Brahmin. It is not proper for people to know where we are going.
King: How far is that?
Minister: About ten kilometers from the city towards north east on the banks of the river Yamuna is a village named Kalsi. It is on a little height About one kilometer before that, on our side of the bank of the river at the confluence of rivers Tonsa and Yamuna is a nice plain. There in the forest is his hut on a big plot surrounded by big trees.
King: O.K. It doesn't seem to be too far.
After the conference with the king, the minister came away and met the Defense Minister and discussed regarding expansion of the army.
Also, the king made the queen mother agree on giving the keys of the old treasure to spend for expansion of the armed forces.
Next day, King Medni Prakash went for hunting. Along with him were the Minister and some military. The Minister arranged a resting place about one kilometer from the hut. In the afternoon, the King and the Minister went on
their horses for sight seeing. Then slowly they reached near the hut of the Brahmin. The King waited outside and the Minister tied his horse to a tree and walked inside the plot.
At that time the Brahmin was sitting in the verandah on a stone on which grass was spread out. His age was hundred years plus. His body was all bones. It appeared as if there was no flesh but his face was shining bright. His back was not straight. It was bent a bit and it looked as if the body had no strength in it. It was too fragile.
The minister went forward and greeted the Brahmin.
The Brahmin recognized him. He blessed him and said: Come! Sit down.
The Minister requested: The King is waiting outside. If you permit, I shall bring him.
On listening to this, the Brahmin tried to get up and with a trembling body said: Shri Krishna has said, "I am the king amongst people". It is my good luck that you have come as a King. Please do come.
But the Minister made him sit down and said: You please sit down. The King will himself come. He has not come to meet you as a King. He has come for your blessings. You are a saint. You are elder.
He said this and went out and brought the King inside. Both of them bowed from a distance.
The Brahmin who was quite aged but inwardly agile said: Thanks O Lord! My stars are good. Come as a King. You are welcome.
After a little talk regarding welfare the real subject was discussed.
The Brahmin listened to everything and said: O King! I have meditated in your kingdom and I wish that no harm should come to your kingdom. I pray to the Lord that your kingdom should remain forever. But two kings Fateh Shah and Bhim Chand are your enemies and in sadhus Ram Rai has Supernatural powers. I am a humble person. I have spent years in waiting for a glimpse of the Lord. My mentor had stopped me from using Super natural powers and I myself have not cared for these. My only desire is to have a glimpse of the Lord in actual or in my inner mind. I may have a glimpse or I may get immersed in the glimpse. But my wish has not been fulfilled.
After saying all this, the Brahmin had tears in his eyes.
Minister: You excuse us. We have encroached upon your time that you are spending for the glimpse of the Lord. We are needy persons. A needy person thinks more for himself.
Brahmin: Whatever you may say but a king is a protector of his subjects. It is his foremost duty to protect his kingdom. I have meditated in this kingdom
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and I have lived happily here. Your coming is no encroachment on my time. I pray to the Lord to bestow His grace and I bless you. But I wish t"» tell you more.
Saying this, the face of the old Brahmin dazzled. His loose flesh became luminous. He swayed his head and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes showered a charm. He had tears in his eyes. He was quiet for some time.
Then he said: O Bang! This is the Un-enlightened era (Kalyug) in its worst form. In this period one prophet had to come. The prophet has come but I do not know and if you meet him then victory is surely yours.
King: How can we find him without a proper address?
Brahmin: O King!- I do not know the whereabouts. I was doing idol worship in my earl)" age. Then I met a sadhu. He put me on worship of the idol of Shri Krishna. I spent most of my life in that worship. My longing was that whatever idol I worshipped should meet me in human form but I did not succeed. Now a few days back I saw one angel figure. He said: Why are you wasting time on idol worship? The prophet has already come to earth in human form. He is preparing for wars. He is a warrior and it appears that he is worldly but he is really from the Lord, a prophet and protector of the world. O King! If I see him I shall recognize him. He is young, angel like, magnificent and sweet but he keeps arms and has a luxurious living like kings. King: What is his name? Brahmin: I do not know his name. I had a vision only and everyday I get this vision. I would have run to search for him but my legs have no strength. This child gives me support of his shoulder or many a time carries me on his back up to the river and I have my bath. If I had the strength in me then I would not have sat calmly even for a day. Now I have got some hope but I have no strength left in me. Now I have got only a prayer in my mind that somehow I should have a glimpse before my eyes close forever and I should get the sensation of ecstasy and rapture that one gets only from a glimpse or meeting. O King! You have the strength and money. You search for him. If you are able to meet to him, your work will be done and (after a pause) maybe my stars also shine. Who knows! The Lord has prompted you that I give you the clue and you search for him and bring him here. Or you take me in a palanquin and throw me at his sacred feet so that I may be blessed with the sensation of the Lord. I am a beggar for it.
The king was overwhelmed with the Brahmin's love, respect, yearning and hope, his inability to move and yet in hope of some grace from the Lord. He became keen to ask about some whereabouts.
Brahmin: After eighty years of meditation I have got this vision only. What else should I tell? He is young, handsome, has eyes like the eyes of a deer and arms that dangle up to the knees. He is tall and slim. There is dazzle on his forehead that is difficult to bear. He keeps arms. He lives a luxurious life like a king.
He is a prophet.
On listening to this, the king and the minister looked towards each other as if they got some hints.
King: Does he stay at Kahlur? Is he an enemy of King Bhim Chand?
Brahmin: Enemy? No! He is not an enemy of anyone. He loves everyone. Enemies consider a prophet as an enemy. One's own deeds are enemies. One has to get the fruits of one's deeds. A prophet who comes from the Lord is ail love.
King: If a prophet comes, he should1 come in a Brahmin body as yours. How is it that a prophet is keeping arms?
Brahmin (after heaving a sigh): Well! Prophet Ram was Khatri and he kept arms. Prophet Shri Krishna was Khatri and he kept arms. I do not know why a prophet comes like this? I can tell you more. We Brahmins are in rituals only. We can recite from the Vedas and do yagnas. The divine knowledge was always with the Khatris. Prophet Ram had it. We Brahmins took Ravana's side and became enemies. Probably you have not read Sanskrit. In olden days the divine knowledge remained hidden. We were in rituals only. Our ancestor Brahmins heard that the divine knowledge is with Khatris. On the one hand they rule a kingdom and on the other hand they enjoy salvation. Then our Brahmins got thirsty to get the divine knowledge from the kings. You must have heard that Sukdev Brahmin knocked at Kingjanak's door to gain divine knowledge. Again Udalik Brahmin went to Aruni Brahmin but Aruni told his inability to impart this knowledge.
Then Udalik went to King Kakayee. He got divine knowledge from him. Kakayee also told him that whatever knowledge he had earlier is wrong. Then Gargebalaki recited twelve articles of divine knowledge to King Ajatshatru, the king of Kanshi. But the king who was a Khatri told him that he was wrong. Then he explained the divine knowledge and told him also: See! I am a Khatri and I am giving divine knowledge to a Brahmin. This makes sure that the divine knowledge was with the Khatri king and not with the Brahmin. Again, King Parvahin Javli who was a Khatri imparted the divine knowledge to two Brahmins who did not have this knowledge earlier. Before this, Ati Dhanwan Khatri imparted the divine knowledge to Udarsandilya who was a
Brahmin. Then Sanat Kumar who was a god of wars imparted divine knowledge to Narad who was a well-known Brahmin.
When King Parvahin Javli imparted divine knowledge to Aruni Brahmin, then he said: As you have said that the divine knowledge is not in Brahmins, the same is also mentioned elsewhere. It is certain that the divine knowledge is absent in Brahmins up to today. Prophet Shri Krishna preached Gita that is the most respected scripture, in the battlefield to warrior Arjuna who was fighting. The author of Mahabharata wrote it in his book. So, O King! These things are all written in religious books from where it is evident that the Khatris who kept arms imparted the divine knowledge to the Brahmins. It is not sure whether originally this divine knowledge was with the Brahmins or .the Khatris but from the religious books it is evident that Khatris were the leaders in this knowledge. The name of this knowledge is generally Upnashid. The old authors call it Upnashid that means something secret. Because this knowledge was given only to persons who had a right like one's son or those disciples on whom you could depend upon to keep the secret. This knowledge was not imparted to anyone else. O King! Do not have any doubts on this account that when he is a prophet, then why is he keeping arms or living like a king. Listen more. I am told that this prophet is a prophet of the prophets. He is stronger and a Guru of all prophets.
The Brahmin mentioned the word Guru casually meaning big or strong but that gave a good indication to the King and the Minister that he is called Guru. They realized that although he does not know much but he is describing quite well and now he has mentioned the name also correctly as Guru.
Brahmin: O respected King! You can go now and search and if you are able to meet him, then remember this old aged Brahmin* Get me his glimpse. May Lord fulfill your wish!
Minister: O Brahmin! Do prophets have long hair on the head?
Brahmin: All prophets and saints kept long hair. In Vedas the Lord is mentioned as 'with long hair and handsome beard'. Up to the time of Gautam Budha all prophets and saints had long hair. The bad habit of cutting the hair started after that only.
Minister (softly to the king): He has confirmed the long hair also.
Brahmin: When a prophet comes, his companions also come. They also must be keeping long hair. I had a vision.
King: He himself has long hair but his disciples, all are not keeping long hair.
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Brahmin: If not now, then they will shortly start keeping long hair. That is my vision. He will establish righteousness and then he is not one. He has ten incarnations and all are with long hair.
The King and the Minister again looked towards each other. The mention of ten incarnations made them sure.
King: O Brahmin! We have inferred. Now we go. We will try to contact. If we are able to contact him, then we shall tell him our problem and invite him to our state. Then you can recognize him.
Brahmin: I have been meditating all my life. I have a vision. If I have his glimpse, then I shall recognize. Can a prophet remain hidden? But the minds that are dirty with worldly desires have a veil. They have been waging wars with prophets, otherwise why would Ravana go the wrong way?
King: Is he a prophet like Ram or Krishna?
Brahmin: I don't know but I heard that he is bigger than both. He is Guru almighty. I have not heard this from people. I heard this in my meditation.
King: Is he stronger than Saint Ram Rai in Supernatural powers?
Brahmin: O King! Prophets do not concentrate for Supernatural powers like the saints. There is strength in their words. Whatever they say happens. They are born prophets and whatever they say or wish it happens. If you talk of Supernatural powers, those they do not like to exhibit. They axe happy in what the Lord does. But whatever they say even casually, that happens. I know Ram Rai. He came here once and I met him also. He is a sadhu who has Supernatural powers through concentration of mind. But about whom I have told you is a Lord-sent prophet. He won't do miracles for the sake of miracles for becoming famous.- But whatever the prophet does casually is more than a miracle. It is the ego that says, "I can do miracles". He doesn't have ego. He is immersed in the Lord's love. He has the Lord's strength in him. The other sadhus have ego. They do miracles by concentration of mind. O King! It is the mind, wherever it concentrates that happens.
After this long conversation, they came to the conclusion that if the Brahmin's vision is true, then the Guru at Anandpur is a prophet. All the clues are matching. And even if he is not a prophet, we have found help. He has arms. He is gallant and brave. The gallantry of his armed men is well known. If he becomes our friend, then we will become stronger than our enemies. Then he is on the Guru's seat of which Ram Rai is a follower. He has a following all over Majha, Malwa, Darp, Nakka, Dhani, Pothohaar, Sindh and in the south also. If we can bring him in our kingdom, it will be a clever game to play. This has come to our mind only now after meeting the saint.
III
After reaching Nahan, the King secretly sent one Deputy Minister with lot of gifts to Anandpur. The Guru's maternal uncle Kirpal Chand welcomed the Deputy Minister with dignity and made him stay in extreme comfort at the Guru's place.
The Deputy Minister wanted to give the message in secret but the fearless Guru opened the letter next day in the durbar and the contents of the letter became known to everybody.
The minister was told to wait for the reply till the next day.
Then the Guru held discussions with uncle Kirpal Chand and Sahib Chand and other near and dear ones. He consulted Mom also. It was unanimously agreed that everybody should move to Nahan,
Most people were of the opinion for moving to Nahan for the reason that an attack by King Bhim Chand was imminent and by moving to Nahan that danger will be over.
But the Guru was feeling some unseen pull that only he knew. Some waves of love were attracting him. Some sensation of love was giving him sensation. Hence it was finally decided to move.
The season was good. The rains were over and at higher levels this season is wonderful. The Guru left for Nahan in the month of September. He took five hundred armed troops along. Rest of the army was told to stay at Anandpur.
Mother Gujri ji and the Guru's wife came along as also other relatives, friends and disciples. They first reached Kiratpur where Guru Hargobind had stayed. Here, they offered sacred sweet and then they moved on to Ropar.
The Deputy Minister of Nahan had already got the reply and had gone earlier to tell the good news to the king and arrange welcome for the Guru. The Guru also reached there quickly.
The moment it became known that the Guru has arrived, King Medni Prakash with all his ministers and courtiers came from the city at a distance to receive the Guru.
When he met the Guru, the King along with his courtiers fell at the feet of the Guru. He got the Guru's blessings and then he walked along while the Guru was riding on the horse and welcomed the Guru.
At the City gate the Brahmin priests and other prominent personalities of the city were waiting for the arrival of the Guru. When the Guru arrived at the gate, then the Brahmin priest moved lighted lamps in a tray in circular motion in front of him to welcome him and show respect for him. Everybody gave
him respect considering that he was on Guru Nanak's seat now and he was made to stay at a nice place where a Gurdwara now stands built.
The news that the Guru has arrived at Nahan and the King and his courtiers have given so much respect to the Guru spread in the entire valley and the neighborhood like an echo in the mountains. The news also reached Ram Rai. Then Ram Rai sent a message to King Fateh Shah of Siri Nagar saying, "The Master of the seat of which I am only a servant has come. Although I had some differences but the truth is truth. The truth is that he has the Lord's strength like a fountain and I am like a pond from a fountain. Now I won't use my Supernatural powers against King Medni Prakash. Moreover I am your friend. I would suggest that you yourself vacate whatever territory of the King of Nahan you have forcibly occupied. Now the Guru has come whose principle is to protect the people who come to him for help. In any case you will have to vacate that55.
King Fateh Shah also heard that the Guru has come to Nahan along with armed troops. He had also heard about the Guru's following. He also got the message from Ram Rai. He also knew that his subjects are all followers of Ram Rai and the people of Tehri and neighboring villages are all followers of Ram Rai. He realized that when Ram Rai has changed his opinion then there would be tension in his state and neighboring states as well. So, he vacated the territory of King Medni Prakash that he had forcibly occupied.
King Medni Prakash on seeing the miracle of having got back his territory and the fear of losing his kingdom gone was delighted and he became more devoted to the Guru. King Fateh Shah also sent a messenger with gifts to the Guru expressing love and respect for the Guru from his heart. After the messenger went back, then the Guru sent Uncle Kirpai Chand to King Fateh Shah. Uncle Kirpai Chand explained very nicely the message of the Guru to the king saying: The Guru does not like the kings to fight amongst themselves. If you all get together and sit together, it can bring freedom to the country and the people. You are a few thousand kings and princes who have got armed battalions. Because of the infighting amongst yourselves and no unity, you are paying taxes to the rulers. There is no reason why you should not unite and be strong and make the country free.
King Fateh Shah appreciated the Guru's advice and agreed with it. The Guru had already talked to King Medni Prakash in the same way. So, when king Fateh Shah came to meet the Guru, the Guru asked Uncle Kirpai Chand to mediate. Through uncle Kirpai Chand' s mediation there was reconciliation between King Fateh Shah and King Medni Prakash and they became friends.
Both of them felt stronger and started respecting the Guru more. King Medni Prakash now wanted the Guru to stay at Nahan permanently and with this idea in view, while going out for hunting, he showed many suitable places to the Guru for settling. One day the Guru selected a place that was near the bank of the river Yamuna. The place was a scenic beauty.
It was decided to build a house for the Guru and a few houses for the disciples and a small fort for security purposes.
King Medni Prakash fixed masons and laborers and the building work started.
Now the Guru settled here with all his armed men and the disciples. The Guru named this place Paonta. The foundation was laid in the month of November. A Gurdwara stands there even now. Besides the scenic beauty, this place was very strategically situated. The road to Dehradun and other places is just near.
When the building work started, the news reached all over and people started coming to meet the Guru in large numbers. The singing of the divine hymns and discourses in the holy congregation started. The warriors started exercises and practice. The poets arranged singing of poetry. It was all happiness in the forest.
In a vast area people started putting up tents, huts, shops etc.
The Guru was putting people on the true path of 'recitation of the Lord's name with love5.
The Guru with his companions went for swimming in the river Yamuna and played water games and other sports. Then hunting in the forest, the fighting exercises and blessing the devotees was a wondrous delight. In the life of the tenth Guru, this period was the most exhilarating. It was here at the bank of the river Yamuna that the tenth Guru wrote most of the poetry. It was here that he recruited selected warriors. It was here that a store was constructed for keeping ammunition. The Guru came here in September and in November it looked as if Anandpur is here and that the Guru has always been living here only. The fort was being built very fast and it was expected that it would be completed by December and the shifting could be done on the Guru's birthday.
Many sadhus came to meet the Guru* and he blessed everyone with the Lord's name that gave life to the lifelessly living people.
One day, when beloved Guru got up in the morning, he appeared a little restless. It was December and it had become extremely cold. Although so far there had been no snow on the mountains and it wasn't freezing cold but still
it was colder than before. Today, he got up late and reached the durbar late. He was saying: I am feeling very cold. My bones are trembling. Sometimes he said: I have become too old. The Guru-disciples could not understand what the reason was but they were waiting for something to be known. The Guru got up from the durbar and sent for the Minister. When the Minister came, the beloved Guru said: Please tell King to come with me for hunting for five or six days and take a palanquin and laborers along.
The Yamuna starts from the hills. Its source is called Yamnotri. But it moves in different directions and finally reaches the Doon valley. The place where it emerges in die Doon valley is around ten kilometers from Mussoorie. From the north comes another river named Tons. Here is the confluence of both the rivers. The Tons finishes here and becomes a part of the river Yamuna. The Yamuna flows from here touching the small hills and after touching Paonta reaches the plains at Faizabad.
At a distance of one kilometer before the confluence of Tons and Yamuna, on the bank of the riverYamuna, is a village named Kalsi. This place of confluence is very beautiful. When the two rivers that come from the high hills with sparkling waters meet, it is a wondrous sight. Now a bridge has been constructed here. The road to Chakrata hills goes from here. Saharanpur is 35 kilometers and Chakrata is 16 kilometers -from this place. A very long time back King Ashoka built a wooden bridge here. The Budhist monks had their huts and monasteries here. At that time there was good population living here. From here only the road went touching the feet of the hills that reached Shabaz Gaxhi near Hoti Mardan. This was the highway because since the width of the river is less in the hills, it was easy for the king's troops to cross the river. That is why the troops mostly went from here only. Here a sign of the Budhist King Ashoka still stands. Near the bridge on the upper road is a stone pillar that has the inscription of the commands of King Ashoka. The archeological department has constructed a tomb here with iron gates that generally remain locked. A similar but smaller pillar of King Ashoka is also lying at Shahbaz Garhi. The huts and monasteries and other places where the Budhists meditated are all gone. At that time these places were important places to stay on the highway. But the natural scenic beauty of the place is still there.
This solitude, freedom, fresh air, clean water, leafy vegetables and the scenic beauty made the saint stay here. It has been mentioned already that the King and the Minister came to meet him and seek his blessings.
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This saint spent his time in his hut in the natural beautiful surroundings and meditated on the Lord. His food was the milk that the cows gave and he always waited for something. He thought of the Lord and considered recitation the path.
He was away from worldly desires and had almost renounced the world. He understood all ascetic practices well. His desire was for a glimpse. Sometimes he said: I do love the Lord but I do not get His love. Then he felt a vacuum in himself and felt disappointed. He could not feel "the ecstasy or rapture in himself. He did not get a glimpse nor he felt immersed in the Lord's love.
Now, sometimes he got some vision, some divine feeling that he had explained to the King and the Minister.
The need of the King that was there out of the feat: of his kingdom going away had already been met. In their mind the longing of the saint to meet the Guru was all forgotten. Yes. Man forgets. When there is need then the remembrance of man is sharp but when the need is over the remembrance becomes blunt.
The King does not remember what he had promised to the saint. The King has forgotten the message of the saint for the Guru.
. The King had found the prophet Guru. . His political motive was fulfilled. He had found the Guru strong with armed men and with lot of following. He believed firmly that the Guru is a prophet. He looks strong and with vigor but in his heart he is soft and generous. He is broadminded. If somebody loves him, he responds with his love sensation. He is taking out people from mistaken beliefs and putting them on the true path of 'recitation of the Lord's name with love'. He is a support for the downtrodden and gives life to lifelessly living people. He is a Lord-sent prophet and has come to bless the people with the Lord's name. But the King had felt and forgotten all this. He was in need of help of a strong hand and that he had got.
The truth is that the world requires strength of the body or the mind. When the people get it they are happy.
Only those eyes that have no worldly desires or those who are lovelorn for the Lord or anyone whom the Lord blesses wish to have 'Vision of the soul'. The eyes that can see the Lord are different.
So, the King and the Minister did not have the selfless attraction to remember the saint and do goodness to him. Since their need was over they forgot him.
But alas! For the person who has touched hundred years, who has spent his entire life in ascetic practices in the lonely deep forest on the bank of the
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river, who has renounced all worldly desires and sentimental relationships and who has got an inkling of something, who has had a comforting dream, in how much pangs would he be now?
It is true that people entangled in worldly desires make fun of renunciation and also there is no need for renunciation in the Guru's path of Tamily living and renunciation of mind only5 but if people living a family life and entangled in worldly desires, sentimental relationships and ego try to live in renunciation, then they would know how difficult it is to renounce the world and live a life like that.
The King had forgotten, the Minister had forgotten but the saint who lived the last days of his life in intense desire to meet, his longing and craving can only be imagined. The saint thought: Is it that the King has forgotten? Maybe his need is fulfilled and he has forgotten or the search he made was fruitless or the King is still in search? God knows what happened. The saint is sitting far from the city in the forest. Who should come and give him any information? He has a helper who milks the cows and looks after him. Some time he goes to the forest or he is busy in some other job.
Sometimes he thought: O Lord! I am old now. My senses have become weak. My brain has become weak. What I thought a vision was just a fallacy. I am unnecessarily at the end of my lifetime banking on a false notion. But then his inner voice said: No. It cannot be a fallacy. It is a vision of some divine figure for whom I do not have the strength to see. O Lord! I am sure you are not joking. O Lord! Be benevolent to your old and aged servant. Give me your love. Give me your support, so that I may die reassured and in tranquility. He would heave a sigh and tears would fall from his eyes.
On seeing him crying, his helper would ask: Respected saint! Have I done anything that you have not liked and you are crying?
He would reply: No child. This is some divine yearning. like in young age a person becomes mad in love, I have become mad in some divine love in this old age. You don't have to worry. Sometimes the old saint would startle: Ah! there he comes. But that would be some sound of a falling stone or some noise of an animal. Sometimes, he would listen the voice he had heard while meditating. Sometimes he could see the dream in the day. Sometimes it was disappointment again. Sometimes he would get an intense desire to meet, then he would forget everything and be afraid of death and say: Oh! Will I die without having a glimpse? like this, his mind would settle down and he would feel some weakness in him that would make him weary.
One day, in sadness the saint told his helper: O child, I do not trust my body now. My time is over. Any time I may die. When I die, you put my body
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in the river Yamuna. You take the cows to your village. Whenever you come to know that a prophet has come, you fall at his feet and give my message to him: "One yearning sadhu who lived on the bank of the river Yamuna longing to have your glimpse has died. His legs and feet did not move and he could not go to search you; He didn't have the money to get you searched. He didn't have people to search you. He got your vision and he could hear a divine voice. He was writhing, wriggling, craving, yearning and vehemently wishing to meet you but could not reach you. In extreme love, waiting, expectation and hope he has died. You bless him eternal peace".
The child listened, felt sad and cried but he was so obedient that he would try to cram each and every word everyday and then ask the saint to listen so that not a word missed in his memory.
Sometimes the child would become sad and say: O saint! What shall I do?
Then the saint would say: You search for him. I am not lucky but maybe you are lucky and when you will give him my message, maybe he is gracious to you.
The child would ask: Please let me know his address. I shall go right now and bring him even if he is sleeping. I shall carry him while sleeping on the cot along with the cot.
The saint would say: Don't say like this. He is divine. He is the Lord's image.
The child would say: Then why doesn't he come on his own? The saint would say: Oh! My deeds! Oh! My luck! One day, the child asked for some indication.
Then the saint said: He is tall, slim, very strong, very young, keeps arms, keeps full hair on his head, has a nice curly beard growing, has a grandeur and a dominating personality. He is full of love and full of ecstasy.
The child said: How can I check so many things?
Then the saint said: When he dangles his arms, his hands come up to, the knees.
The child was happy to know this indication. He got up and dangled his arms to see whether his hands reach the knee or not. Then he tried with the saint's arms whether they reached the knees or not.
Then he asked: Has no one else such long amis that reach the knees?
The saint said: No one else.
The child said: If I tell him to dangle his arms, will he do it for my asking? The saint laughed at his innocence and said: You remain near. Remember. Do not ask him to dangle his arms. Whenever by chance he dangles his arms,
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you can be sure that he is the one. Then you fall at his feet and ask him forgiveness and give him my message. The child said: Any name?
The saint said: I do not know his name but people call him a prophet, a Guru.
The child thought for a moment and then said: O.K. Guru, Guru, Guru, Guru, Guru.
Again the child said: Well! If you send me just now, I shall go down and enquire. Maybe we get some clue and you are able to have his glimpse. But if I go, then who will give you a bath? Who will give you milk? Who will take the cows for grazing and bring them back? Nothing comes to my mind. Yes! If I had a brother, then I x: ould leave him with you and myself go to search the Guru.
But even now in the afternoon, I can go for one hour to nearby places and enquire. I shall also try to find out if any person is willing to stay with you for a week or ten days, then I can go down searching.
The saint said: O Child Chando! Who would stay with an old and weak person? Anyone will not get anything from here. So, why would anyone do service here? You do one thing only. You go to nearby places, say a kilometer or two and whomsoever you meet, you ask: Kas any prophet come? If there is any clue then you come and tell.
The child who was quite worried was now a bit satisfied. He had got two important indications, one to enquire and second to be able to recognize from the arms.
Now the child Chando fixed his chores in a different way. In the morning he made the saint have his bath. Then he would put the dais in the sun and make the saint sit on it with a blanket on. Then he milked the cows, had a bath himself, gave milk to the saint and himself drank milk. He stopped going to the forest for grazing the cows. Now he chained the cows in the courtyard. He had some already cut grass that he would give to the cows. Then he would go to the forest, cut more grass, bring it and give to the cows again. Then he would go up to the villages. He would see everybody's arms whether they reach the knees or not. Sometimes, he would go to the villages down side. Then he would ask some people: Has any prophet come? Having been disappointed from the villages, he would go a few kilometers on the road this side of the b.ank of river Yamuna or the other side of the bank. His purpose was the same. He would see the arms. When he had a doubt, then he would
stand and wait for the person to dangle his arms to make sure whether they reach the knees or not. At this time the boy who was already quite simple would look crazy. Previously he was spending his time in the forest but now people in the villages were astonished to see this crazy boy asking strange questions. For the sake of his master and for the fulfillment of the saint's wish, Chando spent a few days roaming like this but he could not get any clue.
The saint had now become weak. The cold made him tremble. The blankets and quilts were there but a weak person feels colder.
After all, a day came when the saint could not get up in the morning for his bath. He kept lying down and said: O child Chando! See, my time has come, my hands and feet have become cold. O dear child, you must do my work after I am gone.
Chando came near and touched his hands and feet. They were really cold. Seeing them cold, a sensation of coldness went through his body. Sadness and disappointment surrounded his mind. About two years back, Chando's mother had died. Her hands and feet had also become cold. He visualized the event of the last breath of his mom and the separation forever. His mother lived in Kalsi village and used to earn her living by grinding wheat. She was quite old and a weakling. Whatever! She was Chando's love (loving Mom). Chando's world finished with two persons, one his mother and one this saint.
Today, the day came when he will be separated from his only companion, lie came out. He felt dizzy. He had tears in his eyes that he wiped with his clenched fists. Then he lit a fire and brought the stove inside and wrapped one or two more blankets on the saint. He went out, climbed on the mound to see. Perhaps he may come just now. Then he came inside and felt the hands and feet and went out again to see. Like this it became noon and now the saint could neither speak nor move his hands or feet.
Now when Chando saw that the saint's hands and feet have become cold up to the elbows and knees, then he screamed wildly. The saint was startled and he opened his eyes and in a feeble voice said: Ah! He has come. Chando heard 'Ah! He has come' but the saint's eyes closed. Chando's ears again heard 4 Ah! He has come'.
Chando was startled and he came out. Again he heard 'Ah! He has come'. Again a voice came out of his throat 'Ah! He has come' and the echo of the same was heard as the voice reflected from the stones cAh! He has come'.
Now Chando ran fast from the west bank of Yamuna towards the west into the forest and looked this side and that side but except the sound of water dashing on the stones, there was no other sound. In frenzy, he looked on all
sides and again started running. At a little distance, he could see some people talking. He moved ahead and saw horses tied to trees on a plain. Somebody was giving drinking water to the horses and further some people were cooking food. Two persons were sitting on a sheet spread on grass and playing chess. He had never seen such faces. He saw a shine on the face of ojie of them and doubted maybe he is the Guru. So he started gazing the arms again and again but the person was sitting and playing. He was instructed by the saint not to ask anyone to dangle his arms.
In the meantime one gunman came and said to Chando: Get away. Do not stand here. It was a new thing for Chando. He had never heard that somebody could ask anyone to get away. He went at a little distance but his eyes were fixed on the person. His eyes were so much fixed that they did not blink even. Now the game finished and the man stood up and his arms went down but they reached only up to his thigh.
Poor Chando! He felt as if all his wealth of the world is gone.
Now in extreme disappointment he remembered: The saint must have died like my mother. I don't know, he might have asked for light as my mother had asked. If I had been near, I would have lit a candle or a fire. Why I came away?
He was baffled and he screamed: Ah! He has come. Then he moved ahead a little distance from where the persons were playing.
At this time some persons were coming from southwest riding on horses. Four persons were riding behind and one in the front.
Chando was ready to go back. He was thinking of the last heavy breath of the saint like his mother's but his eyes were looking ahead.
The persons riding on horses came near and near. Chando's steps shivered. He looked at the first rider and both his hands clapped. He ran and automatically from his throat came a musical note Ah! He has come'. But again in a moment he saw darkness in his eyes and he shivered. He started thinking: How do I know who he is? I have not checked his arms. Maybe he will also say 'get away'. I may get away myself. He stepped a little aside and started gazing.
In the meantime the first rider reached, went a little ahead and got down from the horse. The persons who were already there put a cushion on the sheet already spread and he sat down. Chando had followed and now he stood gazing at the arms. Now he started estimating. Sometimes he saw the arms of the first rider from shoulder to hands and then he saw his own arms from shoulder to hands and tried to estimate the length. Sometimes he jumped with pleasure. Sometimes he had a frown on his forehead in disappointment.
Then he got a little away so that nobody may say 'get away '. Sometimes, he got worried and wanted to go back thinking: The master might be having a last breath and he might ask for light. I may light a candle. But again he felt a pull and came back and stood there in waiting.
He thought in his mind: Oh! When will he get up? I have instructions not to ask him to get up and dangle his arms.
He (first rider) got up and started washing his hands. Chando's impatience has made him a statue. His eyes are gazing the arms. His mouth is open and becoming round. His hands have come up near his cheeks. He has raised his heels a little. His eyes are not blinking. His entire body is leaning. His breath has slowed down as if he is not breathing at all.
(On the other side) He (first rider) has washed his hands. He has washed his face. A towel has come. He has wiped his face. He has not dangled his arms so far.
Chando, in impatience, is still standing like a statue. Ah! The hands dangled. Ah! Gracious Lord. The hands really reached the knees.
Chando screamed: Ah! He has come. He jumped and. clapped his hands.
Chando had now forgotten what the saint had said and in what condition he might be. He was thrilled. He had no fear, no complex, didn't bother of anybody saying 'get away5. He went forward. He is in love and elation. On his face is innocence.
He stepped forward, bent his knees, held his (first rider's) right hand tightly and touched it to the knees, then pulled it slightly and touched to. the knees again and said: It is O.K. Yes! It is O.K. Then he raised his neck and in a yearning voice said: Aren't you? Aren't you? You do not speak. Yes I have recognized.
Aren't you? Aren't you the All, All, All, All, Aren't you All, All? (With closed eyes and hands pressed again) Aren't you 'The Almighty'? Then he looked up and again said: Aren't you the Guru Almighty? Yes! You are the Guru Almighty. Yes! You please tell. Won't you?
The godly soul with whom this liberty is being taken, to whom love is being offered in extreme innocence, is standing, head slightly bent with hands let loose in Chando's hands. He has a love and charm in his eyes. His face is blossoming like a rose. His lips are giving a little smile. His forehead shows that he is enjoying the sensation of the innocent love of Chando.
Chando: Please do tell. You are the Almighty Gruru. Ah! I have forgotten. You please tell. You tell. I have recognized. (Jumping in happiness) Yes! You are the one.
Now suddenly Chando's face became pale. He saw darkness in his eyes and with folded hands and a sad and feeble voice, he said: Please take the message, message from the saint of Kalsi. He knew you. He was yearning to have your glimpse. (With tears in his eyes) He must have died by now. My mother died in this time.
He gave your description: Somebody whose arms dangle up to the knees, tall, slim, with newly grown curly beard, with full hair on the head and name Almighty Guru.
He had said: You search for him and give my message. Please take the message. For a moment he closed his eyes and remembered the message word by word.
Now the persons playing chess and the other persons also came near.
Chando lifted both his hands, closed his fist and rested his chin on his hands, looked towards the Guru's face and said: 'One yearning sadhu who lived on the bank of the river Yamuna and was longing to have your glimpse, has died. His legs and feet did not move and he could not go to search. He didn't have the money to get you searched. He didn't have men to search you. Yes! He got your vision. He could hear a divine voice. Ke was writhing, wriggling, craving, yearning and vehemently wishing to meet you but could not reach you. In extreme love, wait, expectation and hope, he has died. You bless him eternal happiness'.
The benevolent Guru's eyes closed. He held both hands of Chando tight in his own hands. His face became tranquil and cool. There was a little frown on his forehead. A sensation went into Chando's body.
After a few moments his eyes opened, his divine lips opened: O Child! Are you sure the saint has died?
Chando: What else? Do you think he is alive?
Guru: Are you sure?
Chando: Yes, my mother died in this time.
Guru: Are you sure?
Chando freed his hands and went and stood in the sun. Then he saw the shade on the ground as if he is taking measurements. Then he came near and said: See! It is afternoon. It is more than two hours now. My mom took only one hour to die when her hands and feet became cold. That time has passed since long. Oh! The saint has died. Alright, I go now. I have to put the body in the river Yamuna. It was his order and now you have got the message. Please tell, are you the one? Please do tell.
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Guru: O innocent child! The saint has not died. (Looking back side) O King, Let's go. There is a debt on you. Let's go. Forget the lunch. We will have milk today.
And they set out. The king was ready. The horses were ready. They jumped on to the horses. The Guru indicated to a person to take Chando on his horse and with Chando guiding the way they moved fast.
Riding in the forest they reached near the hut. Chando got down from the horse and opened the gate of the courtyard. In the hut was a wooden settee on which was spread a panther skin. The saint was lying on it. Chando had put blankets over him. The sunrays were coming inside although due to the cold season they were not so warm. The Guru went ahead and removed the blanket. He touched the wrist and ankles. They were cold. There was no sign of breath movement. His face was pale.
Chando came forward, closed his eyes and said: Oh! He has died, like my mother (weeping). I could not kindle a candle for him. "You must have asked for light. But I have given your message." Then he started crying and he put his clenched fists on his eyes.
On seeing this simple, innocent, artless, guileless love, the benevolent Guru had tears in his eyes. But there was a frown on his forehead and his hand was on the saint's chest that was still warm. Seeing this warmth, he immediately jumped on to the settee and sitting on the head side started rubbing his palate. Meanwhile the others arrived. Chando was quite amazed. With elbows touching his breast and clenched fists under his chin, he stood watching.
Person coming from outside: Oh! Has he died? He was a noble soul.
Guru: No king. His breath has not stopped as yet. Sit on the feet side and hold one foot and rub.
Guru again: Sahib Chand, you three, one of you hold the other foot and two of you hold the wrists and rub them slowly with hot flannel.
When this first aid was given then after sometime the saint opened his eyes and closed.
Chando: Like this my mom opened her eyes once and then never opened again.
After sometime again the eyes opened and closed and a third time again the eyes opened and he said: Ah! He has come.
Those who were rubbing the hands, feet and ankles said that the feet and ankles have become warm but the hands are still cold.
The Guru now took out the pillow of grass from under the saint's head and putting his thigh under the head, he put the head in his lap.
Now again the eyes opened and a voice said; O Child, Chando! Has anybody come? Ah! What is this love sensation coming to my head? Ah! What is this love sensation going into my body? Ah! What are these love waves going into my arteries? Ah! What are these love-waves coming to my chest and flowing down to my body. Ah! What is this going on?
He looked towards the people who were rubbing his feet and hands and said: Who are you all? What are you doing? Where is Chando?
Chando: I have found. cAh! He has come5 (clapping his hand). 1 But the ears of the saint could not listen. After a long time the saint breathed properly and he looked up.
The Guru now bent and kissed his forehead.
"O gracious Guru! I am all sacrifice to you. O Lord of the heavens! Who can kiss a person lying on the ground awaiting imminent death? When even mom and dad will hate to kiss, it is only your infinite love that swells. It is only your love that kisses the souls and kisses the foreheads." Love swelled in the dying saint who had almost slept forever. The saint who spent his entire life in ascetic practices away from the world in renunciation got the love sensation. His love swelled.
He held the left hand of the beloved angel with both his hands that had become warm now and kissed it and pressed it to his eyes. Then he pressed it to his forehead. Then he put it on his chest and with the maximum strength that he had in his hands pressed it to his chest.
O Saint! Now immersed in divine love you are only a skeleton now. Why are you pressing such soft hands with your hard hands? But no! The Guru is enjoying the love spark that he has given to the extinguishing candle and lit it.
He gives the love sensation. Then enjoys getting it back and then gives more of it.
0 Gracious Guru! You are great 0 Friend of the downtrodden! You are great 0 Savior Guru! You are great 0 Solace of the people in distress! You are great 0 Life giving Guru! You are great 0 Divine Angel! You are great You are living in the heart of those who love you. Please always live like
that.
The saint is delighted. He is fully conscious now. He has som~ strength also. He has got ecstasy that he could not get from the ascetic practices and the knowledge that he got and gave all his life. Hie one hand that dangles up to the knees is touching the saint's forehead and loving the saint and the other hand is on the saint's chest being loved by the saint. The love waves are going into his soul.
What a wonderful scene of love! What a wonderful scene of discipleship
Everybody is enjoying the love but nobody is so much delighted as Chando is. His happiness has no bounds. Ah ha! Both the hands that dangle up to the knees are on the head and chest of the saint and are caressing him. He has seen also and he is alive again.
A couple of times Chando's mind became impatient that 'I should kiss the hands5 but then he thought these hands are giving life to my master and I should not be in that hurry. But in holding himself back he feels a love sensation in his body that is giving him a shiver.
Now the saint uttered the words: Thanks O Lord! Then he looked upwards but could not bear the dazzle of the glimpse and his eyes closed.
But again he uttered: Thanks O Lord! Thanks O Lord! Thanks O Lord!
Then the beloved Guru said: You are blessed. You are blessed. You are blessed. Say,
0 Lord, 0 Lord, 0 Lord. Waheguru, Waheguru, Waheguru.
The five disciples who had come with the Guru were overwhelmed and could not stop themselves from singing:
Gracious! My Lord you are gracious! You give life to everyone!
The saint feels the sensation of the Lord's name in his body cells. He is in ecstasy. He is in exuberance. He is delighted. He is elated. His mind says: Ah! He has really come. He is not just a prophet. He is the prophet of prophets. It was not a fallacy. It was a true vision. O beggar, you are lucky.
O my Lord! A sudden conscious realization came to him: Oh! A prophet has come to my hut and I have not even paid my respects to him. He made an effort to get up but the beloved Guru stopped him, held him, embraced him and said: Wait, till you feel strong enough. You rest. You are in ecstasy. Remain in rapture.
The Lord's name has entered his body, his mind, his heart, his body cells and he is in ecstasy and rapture. He is not unconscious but in deep ecstasy.
After some time he became conscious. He feels that he was immersed in some deep love that he did not even know what it was. Now he realizes: It was
eternal happiness that always remains and I have come out of it. That is the Lord's love. I wish to remain immersed in the Lord's love and not come out of it.
At this time the divine Guru recited the divine lines: If even for a moment one is immersed in the Lord's love One will not come in the cycle of births and deaths.
On listening to this, the saint fell at the Guru's feet. The Guru lifted his head. The beloved Guru rubbed his hand with love on the saint's head and said: O saint! Get up. Get immersed in the Lord's love and remain in rapture. O Lord! It is your grace.
At this time, the king's men also arrived. The Chef had a box in which he kept a mixture of amber, saffron and musk.
The King suggested: We may give a pinch of that to the saint. It will give strength.
The beloved Guru, the gracious Guru, the life-giving Guru said: He has regained consciousness. The worst is over and he is stable now. There is no need to give anything that is strong. Give him milk. Ke is in loving comfort.
When Chando heard the word milk, he was gladdened beyond imagination. For a long time he was looking at the divine hands with the thinking that as soon as the hands are free I will kiss them. But the voice 'milk for the saint' elevated his mind and he jumped on to his feet. Within moments he milked the black cow and brought milk. He put it in a bowl and offered it. The embodiment of love himself took the milk from Chando and put it to the saint's lips and said: O beloved of the Lord! Have milk.
The saint who was over hundred years old drank the milk from young but more loving than even Mom's hands. One, one sip was a sip of nectar. One, one sip was a sip of rapture that went down the throat slowly like a lifegiving sip. The slightly warm and fresh milk milked by Chando and offered by godly hands gave strength to the saint's body. After having milk and after sometime the saint sat up. Thanks O Lord! Thanks O Lord! Thanks O Lord! His neck bowed down with prayers, love and attraction. He is in ecstasy and rapture. The King got a pillow for the saint to back rest.
The Guru now got up from the settee. He looked towards Chando and said: O Child! Give us milk to drink. We are the guests of the saint. He is weak. You be hospitable to us in his place. O Child! Bring milk.
Chando was waiting for something else. His eyes were fixed on the divine hands. He listened to the orders and was happy also and he thought: I will bring milk. But the eyes that were waiting for the hands did not budge. He
jumped and held the Guru's right hand like a wild animal. He held it in both his hands and kissed it. Chando's knees are resting on the ground. He has raised his neck and is looking at the Guru's face. With love, longing and a million praises, like a mad person he kisses the hand again and again. Then he looks up again at the Guru's face with the same love, longing and all praise.
The benevolent Guru is also looking at him. Chando does not know what is in him and what is his wish. But the Guru understands what the soul of this child is asking for in his silence and the Guru is giving in the same silent language. Like a mad person he again kisses the hand that dangles up to the knees and then looks up at the eyes and in extreme love does not leave the hand.
Have a glimpse of the protector of the meek. Have a glimpse of the embodiment of love. See! How he is blessing a poor, penniless, meek, son of a milkman, simpleton, half mad but in extreme love poor boy.
Whatever silent love the Guru gave, Chando received all in his heart. It went into his soul. He got a sensation in his mind, in his heart and in his body cells. He got ecstasy. His eyes closed, his head became tranquil and he uttered O Lord, O Lord, O Lord, Waheguru, Waheguru, Waheguru. His hands remained glued to the godly hands. He is reciting: O Lord, O Lord, O Lord, Waheguru, Waheguru, Waheguru.
The King, the minister, the five disciples of the Guru who had come along are seeing the miracle.
Chando is reciting:
0 Lord, G Lord, 0 Lord, Waheguru, Waheguru, Waheguru.
Now Chando became quiet. Again his lips moved and he uttered
0 Lord, 0 Lord, 0 Lord,
Waheguru, Waheguru, Waheguru.
Now the Guru rubbed his hand on his head, lifted him and hugged him and said: O My Chando Raii You are blessed. Everybody stood in respect and recited:
0 Lord! You are the savior
0 Lord! You are the savior Now Chando Rai opened his eyes and stood with folded hands in respect. The Guru said: O Child! Bring milk.
Chando picked up a pan and swinging in ecstasy, in elation, with tears of love in his eyes and in rapture he went to his darling cow. He milked three
cows. He brought the filled milk pan and put it in front of the Guru. The Guru offered milk to the King, to the Minister, to the five disciples, himself had and he offered it to Chando also. He offered a little to the saint again.
By now the sun went down. The saint was getting well. It became evening. At night the King stayed in his tent but the beloved Guru stayed in the hut with the saint and Chando Rai. In the morning they had their bath in the low level Yamuna, visited the monument of King Ashoka, saw the old ruins of Budhist monasteries and then decided to return.
The Guru said to the saint: We shall take you along. A new town Paonta has come up. We shall keep you there.
Saint: O gracious Guru! Your command gives me happiness. But at your place I won't be able to do any service. I shall be a burden.
Guru: Day after tomorrow is my Birthday. The congregation will celebrate. They will give me gifts. I have to give them a return gift. That return gift will be you. You won't be a burden. You will be a gift. You will die in front of my eyes. My hands will do your last rites. You have met the Lord. You won't be separated now.
The saint fell at the Guru's feet and said thanks from the bottom of his heart and body cells. He was made to sit in the palanquin. They said goodbye to the hut and left for Paonta.
Chando, now the Guru's Chando Rai is waiting for orders.
The Guru said smilingly: Chando! You stay here, drink milk and be merry.
Chando's eyes went down. Tears started flowing from his eyes. He stood with hands folded. His head bowed. He did not know how to express his wish.
But the Guru understood his silence and said: O son Chando! Say what you wish.
Chando felt a sudden wave. He went and held the Guru's hand and like a small child in innocence he said: You go. I wall follow with my cows. I will take the cows for grazing there. Morning and evening I shall milk the cows for you and the saint and I shall keep looking at these hands. He kissed the hand again and said: Yes! I shall keep looking at these hands. O yes!
The Guru laughed and said: O.K. We will drink the milk of your cows.
The Guru deputed two men to accompany Chando with the cows.
In this way the saint of Kalsi probably the last saint of Kalsi departed from the hut.
The Guru desired to reach Paonta on his birthday. People had thronged to have a glimpse of the Guru. Mother was also waiting but because of the saint they stayed one night on the way and reached the next day. The Guru's birthday had passed and the congregation was in disappointment. That was also the day fixed for the house warming ceremony of the new house. Every program was upset. But then like the rising of the sun the Guru arrived. The birthday was celebrated on that day.
He said to the congregation. The Lord who has created the days took us for his job. Birthday is when there is a birthday gift. The Lord gave us the gift day before yesterday and today we have brought it here. So! Birthday is today when for the Lord, for the nine Gurus, for the congregation, I could join a yearning soul to the Lord's feet and bring it today.
The congregation and family was all praise for the Guru's high idealistic view.
The house warming ceremony of the newly constructed house was also celebrated with fervor on the same day.
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The Guru's command to the saint is repeated once again: Say, 0 Lord, 0 Lord, 0 Lord, 0 Lord. Waheguru, Waheguru, Waheguru, Waheguru
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