Reference: posted by: vejeestu on 6/21/00 to Kirpal Singh Satsang Club; Message number 391
The following is an account by Darshan Singh of his first discussion with Kirpal Singh regarding succession.
From his autobiography, "Love Has Only A Beginning." Delhi, 1996 SK Publications
In March 1947, my father retired from government service and he and my mother began residing at the Dera. When Hazur became seriously ill in October he went to Amritsar for treatment. Due to a mistake in matching blood types during a transfusion, Hazur underwent a terrible reaction. On learning of this, I became very restless to go and see Hazur.
On account of the upheaval resulting from the partition of India in August, train service in Punjab was paralyzed. Whenever a special train was going, an announcement would be made over the radio. I tried my best to go to Amritsar, but I could not get a seat on an airplane. One morning while traveling to my office I heard that a train was leaving within half an hour from the Delhi railway station. I immediately took a blanket and, accompanied by my cousin Sajjan Singh, rushed to the station. When I arrived I found the train was already packed and the entrance to the boarding platform had been closed. But the tall steel fencing and gate did not deter me. I climbed up and jumped over it to the other side. Since there was no room inside the railway coaches, we climbed onto the roof of the train. There were some other passengers who were compelled to travel likewise. The train was delayed at every stop, and so for the next two and a half days, we traveled on the roof. On reaching Amritsar, I was relieved to find that Hazur was feeling better. He had rallled and the crisis was over.
My father had been tending Hazur. It was during this trip in October that my father first told me that Hazur had entrusted to him the responsibility of spiritual initiation and satsang work after the great Master would leave his body. My father said, "I have eamestly and fervently pleaded with him not to leave us. I have entreated him to stay on among us, and said, 'I would dance to whatever tune pleases him.' But Hazur had been firm, saying that he was bound not so much by the prayers of his disciples as by the wishes of his own Master, Baba Jaimal Singh Ji Maharaj."
Telling me this, my father tumed to me and said, "Darshi, when I am to carry out this work, I would need all your help." He discussed with me how I would have to take on some of the family responsibilities and how I would have to help him in his godly mission.
I replied with folded hands, "I am too insignificant to help you in any way," but I told him, "You can take whatever work you like from me."
I was with Hazur at the Dera during his last illness. In March 1948 I had taken leave from my office and was serving him. When I had to return to Delhi I went to him for his blessings and for prashad. I bowed my head on his feet. Placing his hand on my head he blessed me and said, "Darshi, I am very happy with you." These were the last words I ever heard from Hazur. A few days later, on April 2, he passed away from among us.
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