An Occult Phenomenon

In my body a peculiar growth developed. I did not care for two or three years and it went on growing and swelling into quite a big size.

For a year I was under ayurvedic treatment for my asthmatic trouble (chronic bronchitis) by a renowned Vaidyaji at Khurja. There also I never cared to mention this growth to Vaidyaji.

Now in Delhi, suddenly I got an idea that perhaps I should consult some competent surgeon and show the growth to him.

In the meantime, I also developed some urinary trouble once again. I had been operated in 1978 for the prostate problem.

When I was examined by the surgeon he took the matter very seriously and made all the necessary tests. He remarked that the growth was taking nutrition from some source and that the source should be cut off and eliminated from the body, otherwise it could spread cancerously.

The surgeon was very much concerned about me and got me immediately admitted to the All India Institute of Medical Sciences and fixed the earliest date for both the operations. He went on telling me that they were minor and very simple operations and that I should not worry at all. He said that within a day or two he would discharge me from the hospital and send me home.

In the morning, on the day of the scheduled operations, 23rd March 1985, I went for my bath. I suddenly slipped and fell down hitting against the toilet-commode, seriously damaging the whole of my body and breaking one of my ribs.

My physical condition was already very bad and now there was unbearable, excruciating pain in the whole of my body on account of this fall. I could not move any part of my body to any side, making me very miserable.

For that day, of course, the operation was postponed, but the surgeon went on insisting, and compelling me to undergo the operations in my interest.

The surgeon was so anxious about me that every day once or twice he specially came to persuade me to get the operations done because he was going shortly to America for a month or so. I went on showing my reluctance, but ultimately he fixed the operation day and also got a letter of consent signed by my son. Then I was obliged to write a letter to him that I did not wish to have the operations done and that I should be excused.

As he could not compel or force me to get the operations done, he passed on my case to the Senior Professor of Urology Department. Now once again the pleadings and pressure started upon me. I was held in the hospital for about fifteen days. Every day the surgeon would come to fix up the operation date. One day he brought a full team of fourteen doctors of his unit and told me that they were all responsible for my welfare. Finally the 1st of April 1985 was fixed. The surgeon jokingly said, “We are keeping all the surgical instruments sharpened and ready for the operations.” I told the professor and his team that I hoped that they would not play an `April Fool’ on me. All of them laughed and laughed and the surgeon spontaneously retorted that they would not make a fool of me, but of course I should also not make a fool of them!

When I realised and felt that they would not leave me under any circumstances, I received a Voice from Above that I should not get myself operated upon.

On this I wrote a serious letter to the surgeon in a most humble but firm tone that I had received a command from Above and according to that I had decided not to get the operations done. I also wrote a line in Urdu that I had received a Voice from Heaven and I requested that arrangements should be made to discharge me from the hospital forthwith.

The day I returned to the Ashram, our homoeopathic doctor with another practitioner, who was my old friend presently in a high position in the Homoeopathic Department of the Health Ministry in the Government of India, suddenly appeared in my room, jumped and pounced upon me on account of their love and reverence for me, feeling concerned and trying to save me from the possible tortures, hazards and risks of operations, and started examining me and making thorough enquires about my troubles and ailments. I could not help. At the same time they started putting medicines in my mouth with their own hands.

The medicines were sweet and quite pleasant. I could not have any excuse not to take them because they assured me that these medicines had no side effects and were quite harmless.

From that day onwards, miraculously the growth of my tumour started subsiding and reducing in size. Now hardly five per cent of it is left. My urinary trouble also went on decreasing and it is now much better.

I do not know if the two operations had been done at my age of 82 what turn the wounds would have taken, how much I would have suffered due to the parts of my body being cut and whether I would have survived or not. Ultimately everyone would have said and remarked, “It was the Divine Will! What has happened had to happen! Who can avert destiny!”

This was really a miracle and Divine Grace for which there is no reason or argument. I, therefore, call it an occult phenomenon.