Flood of Spiritual Energy on an Indian Train

The Tamil Nadu Express was chugging its way to New Delhi on a hot summer afternoon. The vestibuled train was useful  for long walks to stretch ones body and to kill the boredom of sitting many hours in a single seat. I stepped out of the ac compartment. The train was crowded, full of families with children returning from the annual summer holidays. There were many vendors selling their wares. The odd book seller. The guy selling a pack of sewing needles or cheap ball point pens added to the interest of curious passengers who had to bear brunt of a two day journey to Delhi. I wound my way to the rear of the train. Stopping once in a while to hear out the vendors extolling their wares. The atmosphere dramatically changed as I entered the last reserved compartment. A sudden calm and a cool breeze. A flood of energy made my body tingle. I looked keenly at every passenger but found nothing. Just a motley mix of middle class families with children, older couples, a few business men and some students. My curiosity had been triggered. I was determined to find the source of this spiritual radiation in second class Indian train.

I returned to my own seat and meditated for some time.   No message passed my inner eye. Towards evening I made my way again to the last compartment. This time again I noticed the sudden surge of spiritual energy. As I scanned the compartment a sudden flash of light blinded my inner eye. My attention was drawn to a young man reading a book. The picture of a middle aged person in a blue two piece suit kept as a book mark was enveloped in an etheric light. The light beckoned my soul and I moved silently to wards the young man. There were no introductions. I directly asked the youngster. ‘Is this your Master’s photo?’ The man was startled by this direct question and took a few seconds to comprehend the question. Then the flood gates of joy poured out. ‘Yes this is Guru Maharaj. My most beloved Master. But how did  you guess? Most people are deceived by Masters Western attire. Have you heard of Guru Maharaj or have you seen his picture before? I remained silent and just tried to soak in the the profound energy that is pure love. I just nodded my head and said this was first time I had seen or heard of Guru Maharaj. I said nothing of the light or the flood of spiritual energy that I had experienced.. Shankar told me that he was a research scholar at IISc and was travelling to Delhi for an interview. He confided that the actual purpose of his Delhi trip was to have darshan of his Master. I just told Shankar that I worked in the armed forces and was posted in Delhi. Shankar insisted that I attend the mega satang planned at Mehrauli. He gave complete details. We exchanged addresses and contact details. Shankar spoke eloquently about his Master. He invited me to his hostel should I ever pass through Bangalore.

   I returned to my seat and spent the rest of train journey trying to fathom the meaning of the incidents of the day. I was attracted by Shankar’s deep faith. I knew I would surely meet him again. I silently resolved to have at least a darshan of Guru Maharaj at Mehrauli.