A Rare Miracle

 

One day, when we were all walking towards the Chitravati, Swami suddenly disappeared.  While we were searching for Him, we heard a clapping sound and looking up, we found Swami alerting us, "I am on top of the hill."  It was six in the evening.  The sun had softened the streams of its rays and was sinking towards the west.  The sky was filled with black clouds as if it were wrapping itself in a thick blanket.  Swami said, "You all look at me.  I shall show you the sun."

Even as we were thinking, "How can the sun come back after it has already set?", we saw newly rising rays behind Swami's head.  The whole sky was filled with blue clouds.  The rays began to turn red till they looked fiery and exuded so much heat as to make us all sweat profusely.  The rays were intensely hot as if coming from the scorching midday sun.  Unable to bear the heat, we all made loud appeals, "Swami, it is too hot."  The heat subsided.

We were just setting down, when Swami's voice came down to us from the top of the hill.  "I shall show you the Moon."  We saw behind Swami's head, the half-unfolded honey-coloured rays of the moon.  They soon turned white - whiter and whiter still.  That was that. We began shivering in the cold.  Our bodies became stiff.  Our teeth began to chatter.  "Swami!  Cold!  It's very cold, Swami!"  As we were imploring Him thus, the cold slowly subsided.

While we were wondering what other miracle He would perform, He announced, "I shall show you the Third Eye.  Watch it very carefully and attentively."  "Third eye!  How does it look?" we wondered.  Swami's body was not visible.  But His head appeared gigantic, as if it were stretched across the entire sky.  Stupefied, great bewilderment filling our minds, we stared at the sky.

On Swami's forehead, between His two eyebrows, an orifice appeared.  Fiery, fuming sparks began to come out of the opening.  Our eyes were dazzled by the brilliance of those sparks.  We were scared.  More than fear for ourselves, we were worried about what might be happening to Swami.

The sparks continued to gush out.  When we looked back, we found that many had fallen down, unconscious.  We did not know what made them faint.  That scared us further.  We looked up but could not find Swami anywhere.  Feeling lost and not knowing what to do, we began weeping.  Suddenly, we found Swami standing in our midst.

(To be continued)

(Excerpt from "Anyatha Sharanam Nasthi _ Other Than You Refuse There is None" by Smt. Vijayakumari)