About ten or twelve years ago, Shikha’s father was supposed to undergo an operation. Shikha asked me what to do. I said, “No operation! I am the doctor.”
Shikha’s father was at that time not even my disciple, but look at my love for Shikha and her faith in me! She told her father an operation was not necessary. Shikha’s father was cured.
Shikha’s mother was always afraid of flying in planes. Such fear she had! But now her mother keeps my locket and my picture with her, and her fear has disappeared. She goes here and there.
Recently Shikha phoned her parents’ place. She talked to her father, and then she said, “Now I would like to speak to my mother. Where is she?”
Her father said, “She does not want to come to the phone right now.”
Shikha asked, “Why?”
He said, “Because she is looking at Guru’s picture. She is looking at Guru’s picture, so she will talk to you later.”
Shikha was so happy! Her mother would talk to her later because she was at that time looking at my picture and meditating. From where to where her life went!
We should print another volume of juicy stories, our miracle-stories. I think they have translated some of our juicy stories into Russian. We can have one book all about medical science and spirituality: how medical science can work together with spirituality, and also, when the time comes, how spirituality transcends medical science.
FSC 43. 1 February 2002, Orchid Garden Hotel, Brunei↩