The village people took the holy statue from the farmer’s field, placed it in a chariot and brought into the town. They established it in a very small temple, and people came from all around. But again, as an effect of time, after two or three years the village became quiet again.
People did feel that this was a most unusual statue, but they did not know what to do about it. It was as if this pilgrimage place had lost its power again. Where there was such a divine image, there was complete darkness, as if God were waiting for someone.
One day I was invited to that town to give a discourse. I never used to go anywhere for a whole day. I don’t know why, but I said yes to that lecture. Upon arriving there, I was told that this was another Kashi [the highest spiritual center]. The flow of the Sanatana Dharama was emanating from there. I was surprised to find out this was another Kashi, but the most surprising thing was that my birth place was only ten miles from there. Here was a tirtha so cose to my birthplace and I didn’t know anything about it. So I told them that I would go with them for darshan.
With me were four of five leaders of the village. They told me the history as they pointed to all the historical places. The leaders were very intelligent, and what was worth showing they showed me last! Finally they took me to the temple where the statue that had been discovered was established. I entered the temple and looked at the image of the great sage and was so surprised—in front of a linga was the statue of my own guru! I was familiar with every part of his form.
Looking back, when I was first at this feet, I was only nineteen years old. He had lots of love for me and I loved him very much. Whenever I was disappointed in some way he used to hug me and convey enormous love for me. But all that time, his body was the body of an old swami. At that time, I could not imagine that someone’s soul could enter another body.
Later in my life, I was in the area of the Himalaya Mountains in Rishikesha. There are many yogis who live there. I was a new swami dressed in a swami dress. One day I went to a faraway place on top of a hill to cut a special branch from a tree. As I started cutting the branch, I saw an individual walking down the hill. He had only a cloth around his waist. I didn’t pay any attention to him because there are many saints in that land. As I was cutting the branch, I heard a voice whisper from behind saying, “swami”. It was the voice of my guru whom I had first met when I was nineteen.
I was confused because only my guru used to address me by the name of Swami. But when I turned around, I saw that this was not that old swami body. This body that I saw near Rishikesha was just like the body of the statue: the Divine Body of my guru. There is such power in that body that it can take any form or even enter into a dead body [the swami whose body Lakulisha has used had just died].
This inidividual who was saying “swami” looked only eighteen years old. It was winter time but he was only wearing a cloth from the waist, the rest of his body was bare. My body was covered with lots of woolen clothes. When I looked at him, he smiled, his eyes twinkling. I knew then that this was indeed my gurudeva. I forgot to bow down and ran over to him and hugged him. He stroked his hand over my head and my body. I just kept on weeping. Then I remembered that I had forgotten to bow down at his feet. “Gurudeva, please excuse me”, I said, and bowed down at his feet.
Once I had asked him, “Gurudev, how does the Divine Body look?”, and he told me that sometime I would see it. Now I asked, “Gurudev, it this the Divine Body?” He said, “Yes, this is the Divine Body.” I asked him how many years old it was. He answered, “My son, you will have to find out for yourself.” Then I asked, “How will I be able to find it out?” I had not even imagined that I would be so fortunate to ever see a Divine Body.
Jaya Bhagavan (victory to God),
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