Testing the Efficiency of a Sacred Mantra

Testing the Efficiency of a Sacred Mantra

The Master at Guwahati had blessed me with a sacred protective mantra. He had vouched that no harm could ever touch me if I remembered and uttered this  sacred mantra at the time of crisis. I accepted the divine bounty with implicit faith. I had witnessed many a wonder in the presence of the Master so I knew what he said could never be false.

Many months later I was on the Howrah Mail from Chennai to Kolkata. The train was crowded. I had managed only a second class sleeper ticket. The oppressive heat and crowds created a madness. There was a Bengali family consisting of a couple and two young girls. I was travelling alone. There were two other men in their twenties travelling with a larger group sharing our berths. These men were loud and their friends joined them from the next berth. They kept up their noise and occasional lecherous remarks aimed at the young girls or the mother. After a few times of this objectionable conduct I told these guys that it was not acceptable.

The couple got worried and told me not to exacerbate the situation. The hours rolled on I spent many hours in silent meditation and ignored my fellow travelers. As evening approached I noted that the vulgar comments were increasing. May be this group was secretly consuming liquor. I was getting really irritated. I approached the TTI and complained to him. He was an old middle aged gentleman who wanted his peace. He just nodded and told me not to worry. I noted the there was another group of Bengali tourists in the adjoining berth and they too were irritated and annoyed with  rowdy conduct.

Loud words were exchanged. The family next to me was getting very scared. They repeatedly told me don’t get involved. We fear for our daughters. They are so many. The turn of events was sudden. Fist cuffs and blows were being exchanged. The objectors were out numbered. The oppressors seemed to being have their way. The Bengali lady was screaming out of fear. The Secret Mantra flashed into my consciousness. I knew I need not fear anything as promised by the Guwahati Master. I sprang up from my seat and rushed towards the leader of the gang. The Divine Mantra  ringing in my inner ear. I grabbed the man by his shirt. My voice let out loud warning. “STOP THIS NONSENSE.” This sudden shout destabilised the group. Now in a calm voice I commanded every one to stop the fight. Both groups were agitated and wanted to settle scores. I told the group leader “Your boys have been misbehaving and have not listened to reason.” My voice was loud and commanding. The Sacred Mantra still reverberating in my head.

A flash of Divine Energy touched both the Waring groups. A sudden calm enveloped the compartment. Both groups were apologetic and saying sorry. The leader told me sir let us have some juice it will cool us all. Just then the train stopped at a station. I said, “Yes that is a great idea.” I offered to pay for the soft drinks but was denied the privilege. The mood in the compartment turned festive with old foes sharing soft drinks and food.

The dramatic turn of events shook every one. Even the TTI came on to the scene and told me, “See I told you things will pass.” The Bengali mother was thanking me profusely and told me. “Aap ne kuch jadoo kiya.”

In my mind I was on my knees thanking God and the Master from Guwahati, who can’t be named, for having vouchsafed the efficacy of the Sacred Mantra in such a dramatic way.