Biren's vision

Another story is parallel. The poem Tomari hok joy was written by an ashramite named Biren Palit. It is so beautiful. I composed a famous song to that poem! Biren Palit was very, very dear to me. He was like a mentor to our family and he saved us a few times.

One night when I was in America, many hostile forces attacked Biren. They literally wanted to kill him. He was not thinking of them, but suddenly they came and they wanted to kill him. This is a cock-and-bull story! He saw me in my most luminous form and he said that I was Gorakshanath. As soon as the hostile forces heard the name “Gorakshanath,” they all disappeared.

This cock-and-bull story never ends! Biren came at around five-thirty to my sister’s place, because he had been saved after seeing my luminous form. Then he said, “Do you know who Madal is?”

Chitta said, “Who is Madal?”

My friend said, “Madal is Gorakshanath.” He narrated the whole story.

Then my brother Hriday said, “You know now, but I knew it long ago. One day during my highest meditation, I saw that Madal was Gorakshanath.”

My sister said, “If you knew, then why did you not tell us? Why did you not tell us?” Everyone laughed and laughed.

My eldest brother! I could have shown my occult power to my eldest brother, but he would not believe me. I said, "I never read any books about occult power. I never cared for occult power. I cared for the Upanishads. I liked the Upanishads.” I wanted to show him that I was studying! He did not come to see my occult power; he just said that I did not have that power.

Two or three times my brother wanted to leave the Ashram and Biren stopped him. He was like a mentor to our family. He always saved us, saved us. When the Mother passed away over thirty years ago, I had my picture taken with him. He kept the picture.

Each spiritual Master has not thousands, but millions of sweet stories — some that people believe and some that people do not believe.