Reference: posted by: veejeestu on 7/15/00 to Kirpal Singh Satsang Club; Messages number 526 - 529
The following accounts from The Ocean of Grace Divine and Ruhani Newsletter are by Manohar Singh Duggal, nephew of Sant Kirpal Singh.
"When Master Kirpal Singh was at Rawalpindi in about 1930, one of his nearest relatives, a boy of fourteen years, was critically ill in hospital. One evening Master went to see him. The mother of this boy respected the Master so much--the family had always regarded him as a Saint--that she begged him that if the child had to die he should make it easy for him because the suffering he was undergoing was too much.
"Master, of course, knew immediately why the boy was suffering and why he could not leave the body. Master said to the mother, 'You'd better call his aunt.' The aunt was called. When she arrived, Master took her aside and said to her, 'You took fifteen rupees from under the boy's pillow; until you return that money the boy cannot die.' She replied, 'Yes, I did take fifteen rupees from under his pillow. Because...' --here she became rather embarrassed--'because I was afraid someone else would steal it.' Master then insisted, 'Until that money is returned he cannot leave.' She put the money back under the pillow, the boy's agony subsided, then he closed his eyes and was gone.
"My father, the elder brother of Kirpal Singh, was very seriously ill at Peshawar in 1939. One night he was on the verge of expiring. I was sitting by his side; I knew the worst was coming, the doctor had given up hope. When the end was near I was just repeating Simran, helpless, just watching what would happen. After a time I suddenly realized that he had started to move--my father's soul had come back into the body. He opened his eyes and I could see they were filled with tears. He called my name, and told me to get a pen and paper as he wanted to write a letter to his younger brother, Kirpal Singh.
"The letter said, 'You know and I know what has happened. Unless you come, I cannot get up from this bed. I request you to come as early as possible.' He then closed his eyes as if in meditation, but after fifteen minutes he opened his eyes and said, 'Send somebody to the railway station at nine o'clock as my other brother will also come.' So actually both brothers arrived; they embraced each other and came straight to see my father. Then my father explained what had happened in the morning: Baba Sawan Singh Ji had come to take him but Kirpal Singh Ji had requested that he be spared. Because of this request Hazur had sent him back. My father's face was shining; he told us, 'I cannot describe what it was like --I cannot describe that place. I was with Baba Sawan Singh Ji and Kirpal Singh Ji. We went and crossed that golden mountain and went to the other side which was full of Light.'
"Due to the long illness of my father the expenditure was very great. My father, although he was so seriously ill, worried very much about the cost. One night during sleep, Kirpal Singh appeared to him and said, 'Brother, why are you nervous? You just look at your coat hanging on the bed and that will look after your needs.' Next morning at five-thirty when I came to my father's room, he said, 'Look, Kirpal Singh has just appeared to me--just check the pockets of the coat lying over there.' When I went through the pockets I was surprised to find they were full of currency notes. This was all his grace and this happened long before he became the Master."
- from Ocean of Grace Divine. Delhi, 1976, pp. 51-52"When I was a small boy, about 12 years old, I went to Lahore. (We used to go to Lahore during summer vacations to visit with Kirpal Singh Ji, whom we called "Uncle.") One day during noon, I was standing on the balcony of the house and it was raining very hard outside. I was looking outside through the window and I saw my uncle Kirpal Singh Ji coming along the road in that heavy rain. He entered the building and came up to the second floor where he lived. As he came up I found to my great surprise that there was not even a drop of water on his clothes. I asked Uncle, 'How is it that it is raining so heavily and there is not even a drop of water of your clothes even though you were walking in that rain?' He smiled and said, 'Is it raining outside?' I said, 'Yes.' He said, 'I didn't know.'
This episode took place about 1934 when the Beloved Kirpal Singh was forty years old."
- from Ruhani Newsletter. Sept./Oct. 1975, p. 48I was in Rajpur during 1955 visiting my mother. One evening the Master told me to come to His house in the morning. So early in the morning I went to the Master's house, and sat I outside to wait for Him. The Master opened the door and said, "Why are you sitting out here? Why did you not come in?" I said, "Sir, I was just waiting for you." He said, "No, no, I need somebody's company; now let us go and walk." He led me to the garden at the back of the house. As we were walking, I happened to see a beautiful mango lying under a tree. I felt like taking it, but I hesitated, and we passed by. We continued to walk, and the Master was talking about one thing and another; it was just beautiful to be with Him. At the end of the walk was a cement platform; when we reached it we stopped, and the Master laughed. I said. "Sir, what's the matter?" He told me, "One of the disciples from Jullunder was here, and we were walking like you and I, and when we reached this place there wasa cobra sitting here. The moment that man saw the cobra he jumped behind me, as if to say that if the cobra was going to strike, let it not bite him. On one side they claim to be devotees and on the other side they're so disrespectful. I asked him if he was nervous, and he said, 'Look, that is nothing less than death!' He was very nervous. I told him, 'All right, don't worry.' And I told the snake, 'Well, you may go now.' And the snake crept slowly away towards the other side, and left. But that man was still very nervous; when we turned to go back he was walking in front of me. And when he reached his room, he rolled up his bedding, and returned to Jullunder."
Presently we went back towards the house, and as I didn't want to pass that mango, I gently directed the Master away from it. But the Master could read my thoughts, and He went straight ahead towards that tree. T hen He stopped, looked at me and smiled. He said, "You see that mango?" And I said, "Yes Sir." He said, "You felt like taking it?" I replied, "Very much so." He asked, "Why did you not take it?" I said, "I didn't think it proper in Your company." He said, "Now you take it." And He laughed.
In 1957 when my daughter was twelve years old, she became seriously ill. She had a high temperature and she was delirious. I went to see the Master at the Ashram and He said, "I will come to see her tomorrow." She had been crying all night and all day, but five minutes before the Master arrived she fell into a deep sleep. On seeing this the Master said, "Look here, you say she has been crying all the time and not able to sleep, and here she is fast asleep!" Someone said, "This is all Your miracle; You put her to sleep before You came." Then the Master put His hand on her head. She looked into His eyes, and He asked her, "What do you want?" And she, being a child, said, "Five rupees." He gave her five rupees and promised her, "When you recover I will give you another five rupees." Then He left. But the following day her condition worsened— we had to take her to the hospital. She was almost in the lap of death. The doctors complained, "What can we do if you bring patients to us in this condition? What can we do when she is dying?" I immediately ran to see Master and I told Him, "She is expected to die in half an hour." But He said, "Don't worry, nothing will go wrong. I'm going away to Rohtak but I'll be back the day after tomorrow."
I began to wonder as the doctor said she was dying but the Master said nothing will go wrong. Meanwhile, the doctors gave the child some treatment and she got a little better. The next day when I went to the hospital I noticed from a distance than the Master was moving in one of the wards—I couldn't understand it as He had told me He would be away at Rohtak. So I immediately ran up to Him; there were other disciples there calling out, "MaharajJi's here! Maharaj Ji's here!" I asked Him, "How is it You're here? I thought You were away." He said, "No, no. I've come to see her." I took Him over to the girl; she looked again into His eyes, and He again asked her, "What do you want?" She replied, "You told me You'd give me another five rupees if I got better." "So you want to get better?" And she said, "Yes." Then He gave her another five rupees, and He took a phial out of His pocket, and gave her some homeopathic medicine. Then she slept for ten hours and she was perfectly well the next day.
Once in 1964 I was at Rajpur visiting Beloved Master. In the evening He was sitting in the open outside His bungalow. One of His disciples came 1ooking very much worried. He told the Master that his son was in hospital and the doctors had declared there was no hope of his survival as he was in a state of coma. On hearing this, Beloved Master told him that there was nothing to worry about because he would be all right. After this Master accompanied him to the hospital to see his son.
On reaching the ward he went straight to the child's bed. Beloved Master asked them to turn him over. Maharaj Ji then started rubbing his spinal cord from neck to hips. After about five minutes, the boy who had been in coma, opened his eyes. After another ten minutes the boy changed^ his position and sat up and bowed before the Beloved Master. Those present were astonished to see this miracle, and the news spread like wild-fire throughout the hospital; the Senior Physician in charge ofthe hospital came running, and told Maharaj Ji, "You have performed a miracle." Maharaj Ji told him that He had done nothing special. He had massaged the vein which had direct connection with the brain. On this the doctor replied that no treatment could save the child and coma had already set in, and he was not responding to any treatment. The boy was discharged from the hospital the following day.
In 1971, when Beloved Master was not well, I was attending Him at night. One night I received a telephone call from Holy Family Hospital, New Delhi, intimating that one of the devotees of Maharaj Ji, Mr. Mahan Singh, was seriously ill and had been put under an oxygen tent. They further said that Mr. Mahan Singh had forgotten the Simran and there was pitch dark inside, and he wanted them to inform Maharaj Ji about his sad plight.
On hearing this I was perplexed as to what to do as Beloved Master had been restless; at that particular time He was resting and I did not want to disturb Him. I was thinking over the matter when Maharaj Ji called me and enquired as to who was calling. I told Him. On hearing this He said it was 1.00 a.m. and Mr. Mahan Singh would be leaving at 3:30 a.m., so there was nothing to worry about. He directed me to tell them that they should put a thumb on his forehead between the two eyebrows and repeat the five Names in his right ear— Hazur would take care of the rest so he need not worry on that account. After that Master was in meditation and I was sitting by the side of His bed. Exactly at 3:32 a.m. Beloved Master opened His eyes and said, "He has gone, he was a good man.
- The Ocean of Grace DivineThis last story reminds me of my discussion with Gyani Ji in 1987 in India. He mentioned that on one occasion in the earliest years of Kirpal Singh's spiritual mission, he and Tai Ji were sitting with the Master very late at night while he was on tour. Suddenly he said, "Sardar Bahadur (Jagat Singh) is just leaving." That was the night of Sardar Bahadur's passing.
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