About two weeks after we got to Kainchi Maharaji said, “Doctor, I have a headache,” so I ran to the back rooms where I had my medical supplies and pulled out aspirin with codeine. I was thinking, “Now, really, do I want to give this man codeine?” He was, after all, an old man, and I didn’t know what his response would be. As I was fumbling with my vials, Maharaji sent me a message that he didn’t want a pill; he wanted an ointment. At the time I really wasn’t very big on ointments, and all I had was pills, so I had to tell him that I didn’t have any ointments.
Chaitanya came to the rescue, though, with some Essential Balm, a Chinese ointment that comes in a small, tightly sealed red container. Being very happy that a Western doctor had managed to get some balm for this poor old man who had a headache, I raced back to Maharaji, tripping over the devotees sitting in front of him, lunged over to him, and handed him the little container. And he said, “Oh doctor! Your medicine is so good! This is wonderful! This is exactly the medicine I wanted!” He looked at it and tried unsuccessfully to open it. (He didn’t have that much patience with these kinds of things.)
Then, putting the closed container on top of his head, he said, “Doctor! This medicine is so good. It’s wonderful. It’s taken away my headache completely. Oh, doctor, you’re such a wonderful doctor! You’re so good. Your medicine is wonderful. Everything is perfect. My headache is completely gone.”
Excerpt from Miracle of Love: Stories about Neem Karoli Baba, compiled by Ram Dass