07 Nov 2012
November 7, 2012

Knowing the Whole Story

  Sometimes Maharaji would get angry… really angry. One time, we were sitting in the back of the temple with him and this guy who lived across the street named Purnanand, who Maharaji had known for many, many years, and actually the first person Maharaji talked to when he came to that area was this.. read more →

31 Oct 2012
October 31, 2012

A Letter from Kainchi

  Baba-ji gave my husband the mantra “Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya” in the presence of a large sat sang at the Lal Kuthi. At the time he gave my husband diksha he said nothing to me, leaving me very sad. In 1973 on Baba-ji taking Mahasamadhi my mind was even more disturbed as to why.. read more →

24 Oct 2012
October 24, 2012

The World is My Family

  One winter I was in Vrindavan for Holi. Papa Singh, one of Maharaji’s longtime devotees was there that year. Papa Singh was of the Jat caste and known in his younger days to be very forthright and something of a go-getter. One time when he’d been unable to have darshan of Shri Siddhi Ma.. read more →

18 Oct 2012
October 18, 2012

Story About Sombari Maharaj

  The following story was told by KK Sah, a close family friend of Ram Dass since he first met Maharaji in 1967. It was KK who translated for Ram Dass in his meetings with Maharaji and who also took Ram Dass into his home and introduced him to Indian family life. When the other.. read more →

10 Oct 2012
October 10, 2012

The Black Dolphin

    A few days after Maharaji’s mahasamadhi (leaving his physical body), a busload of foreign devotees descended upon Vrindavan. Accompanied by Ram Dass, they came from all over to attend the final bhandara or great feeding which was associated with the final rituals twelve days after death. During this period there were discussions regarding.. read more →

03 Oct 2012
October 3, 2012

Sub Ek: All One

  Most of Maharaji’s devotees were householders, people who were very involved in daily life. They had children, jobs, all kinds of stuff. And he would just go from house to house, village to village, town to town, constantly wandering from place to place, visiting with people. One time, he was in Vrindavan in the.. read more →

27 Sep 2012
September 27, 2012

The Seed from Bodh Gaya

  We were staying at this hotel in Bombay, and Maharaji would come to see us, or we would go to this apartment building in Bombay where this devotee and his married daughter lived. There was a big bed in the living room and Maharaji would lie down on the bed. He’d sit up, he’d.. read more →

19 Sep 2012
September 19, 2012

The Desire for God's Darshan

  A lecturer from Allahabad University asked Baba, “How can I have God’s darshan?” Baba immediately replied, “Go to a forest in search of God on a dark night without a light or weapon. You will meet God.” The lecturer was puzzled and said, “I will not be able to undertake this difficult task. Tell.. read more →

12 Sep 2012
September 12, 2012

An Unknown Guest

The following story took place after Maharaji left his body (Mahasamadhi). People who were with him while he was in his physical body and those who never met him are still experiencing his care and protection. Many continue to have his darshan in form and in dreams. In 1973 Braj Kishore Tandon of Haldwani was sitting with Baba in Kainchi when Baba said to him, “You get your son married.” Tandon replied, “I am ready, provided that you promise to attend the marriage.” Baba gave his consent with a smile. In September of the same year, Baba took read more →

06 Sep 2012
September 6, 2012

Don't Cry, You will have a Son

One day Maharaji came out of the ashram holding my hand. Both of us sat in the ashram jeep, and Baba asked the driver, Ramanand, to take us to Bhumiadhar. When we arrived, Brahmachari Baba, who looked after the temple, was not there, so Baba asked me to break open the lock. I broke open the outer lock, and Baba said, “Break open the locks of all the rooms.” I found a bunch of keys inside, so I opened all the doors. He then asked me to spread a mat on the veranda by the roadside. read more →