Fearless Living: Yoga and Faith by Swami Rama

Author:Swami Rama [Rama, Swami]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Himalayan Institute Press
Published: 2009-09-14T18:30:00+00:00

MY MASTER SENDS ME TO HEAL SOMEONE

One fine morning my master and I were sitting outside our cave when suddenly he said, “You have to catch a bus. The bus route is seven miles from here, so hurry up.” He often told me to get up and go somewhere on the spur of the moment. Sometimes I wouldn’t know why, but I would find out when I reached there. I rose and picked up the pot of water I always carried. He said, “Take the bus to the Haridwar railroad station. You’ll get a ticket, and from there go to Kanpur. Dr. Mitra is bedridden and is constantly remembering me. He is having a brain hemorrhage and is bleeding out of his right nostril, but his wife will not allow him to go to the hospital. His brother-in-law, Dr. Basu, knows that it is a hemorrhage, but there are no facilities there to perform brain surgery.”

I asked, “What shall I do?”

“Just give him a love pat on the cheek. Don’t consider yourself a healer. Think that you are an instrument and go there, for I have promised him and his wife that we will always help them. Go as quickly as you can.”

I said, “I’m surprised to find that you make promises on my behalf without my knowledge.” I was reluctant to go on such a long journey, but I could not disobey. I went to the bus route, which was seven miles away from the cave, and stood by the side of the road until the bus for Rishikesh and Haridwar picked me up. The drivers would always give a swami a ride when they saw one on the roadside. I got off the bus at the railway station at Haridwar with no money, and I had only half an hour until the train was to leave for Kanpur. I looked at my watch and thought I might be able to sell it to buy a ticket.

Approaching a gentleman at the railway station, I asked if I could exchange my watch for the money to buy a ticket. Surprisingly he said, “My son could not come with me, so I have an extra ticket. Please take it. I don’t need your watch.”

I got on the train and met a lady who was also going to Kanpur and who was a close relative of Dr. Mitra. She had heard about me and my master from Dr. Mitra and his wife, and she gave me food to eat. We traveled all night, and in the morning the train arrived at Kanpur. There was so much rush at the railway station that it took me ten minutes to get through the gate. Outside the station I unexpectedly met a man who knew me well. He had his car parked nearby and had been waiting for someone, but that person had missed his train in Delhi. This man wanted to drive me to his house, but I insisted that we go to Dr. Mitra’s instead.

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