Swami Vishwananda came to me as the guru who allways look for the disciple. I was already following another Guru and was not looking for a new one. So he came to my home on a nice and sunny summer afternoon, He remained for ten minutes in the doorway. Everyone was awe-inspired. I couldn’t help repeating in my head: “Babaji is here, Babaji is in my house! This is incredible. My God, how beautiful He is!”
As a matter of fact, all those present could not say a word in front of this handsome 22-year-old boy, radiating the Divine. We went on the terrace to observe at will this rare bird fallen from Heaven. I was surprised to feel so at ease with Him, like an old friend whom I hadn’t seen for a long time. I showed Him the paintings I had made of my spiritual Master. He looked at them for a long time. He told me that this Master had offered Him a great statue of Krishna when on visit to Mauritius. This comforted me: if my Guru had offered Him a statue, then He must be a good person. Once He left, the only wish I had was to see Him again soon. It was then the start of a series of interviews and meetings where we would sing Bhajans. He asked to do a Yagna at our house, and we did it in the fireplace. During Yagna, all participants throw a mix of grains, herbs and rice into the fire while saying “Swaha”. This means to offer, which at the time I had no idea.
During the Yagna, I suddenly found myself in India, sitting on the floor and repeating “Swaha” and throwing rice into the sacred fire. At the end of the ceremony, I went to Swami Vishwananda and asked Him:
- “Tell me, did we know each other in a past life, in India, where we did Yagnas together?”
- “Of course, many times!” He spoke these words with a beautiful smile, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
- “Really?” I queried Him.
At that moment somebody called Him and He left me standing open-mouthed and voiceless.
As a matter of fact, all those present could not say a word in front of this handsome 22-year-old boy, radiating the Divine. We went on the terrace to observe at will this rare bird fallen from Heaven. I was surprised to feel so at ease with Him, like an old friend whom I hadn’t seen for a long time. I showed Him the paintings I had made of my spiritual Master. He looked at them for a long time. He told me that this Master had offered Him a great statue of Krishna when on visit to Mauritius. This comforted me: if my Guru had offered Him a statue, then He must be a good person. Once He left, the only wish I had was to see Him again soon. It was then the start of a series of interviews and meetings where we would sing Bhajans. He asked to do a Yagna at our house, and we did it in the fireplace. During Yagna, all participants throw a mix of grains, herbs and rice into the fire while saying “Swaha”. This means to offer, which at the time I had no idea.
During the Yagna, I suddenly found myself in India, sitting on the floor and repeating “Swaha” and throwing rice into the sacred fire. At the end of the ceremony, I went to Swami Vishwananda and asked Him:
- “Tell me, did we know each other in a past life, in India, where we did Yagnas together?”
- “Of course, many times!” He spoke these words with a beautiful smile, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
- “Really?” I queried Him.
At that moment somebody called Him and He left me standing open-mouthed and voiceless.
On the morning of September 18, 1998, a friend called to give me the telephone number of the home in Switzerland where Swami Vishwananda was staying.
ReplyDeleteThe voice that answered my call said, “I am Swamiji. I will wait for you; however, come quickly as I am flying to London this evening. This is my first time to Switzerland so I cannot explain very well where I am right now. There is a lake at the bottom of the mountain; I think it is called Thurnersee. From the lake, come up the mountain to where you will see a medical office on the left with a parking area in front. On the right side, you will see a yellow house and behind it a chalet where I will be. I don’t know either the names of the streets or the house number, but your guru will lead you.”
When I arrived at the chalet and stood before Swami, a thought flashed through my mind: this is my dear brother for whom I have been searching for a century. In an instant I knew that I no longer needed to look further in India where I had been searching. Swami Vishwananda gave me new hope, showed me the way to love, and healed me in a miraculous way of serious cardiac infraction. My love and gratitude forever belong to him.
Th. – Switzerland