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AT SRIMAD RAJCHANDRAJI'S DIVINE DWELLING ABOVE: IDAR....
Srimad Rajchandraji (M.Ghandhiji's Spiritual Guide)'s Solitary and Silent of Divine Dwellings in Meditations, was very much dear to me from my very childhood and youth. I often used to go over there alone in my solitary quest and seclusion and enjoyed there in the Caves and on the'SHILAS' where Srimadji wandered, stayed and meditated. Vimalaji had known this. Hence when Visnagar College Girls' Camp was over where she had given glowing tribute to departed soul of Pandit Omkarnathji in the end and Premlataji had sung with tears in her eyes Panditji's famous Meeru Bhajan "JOGI MATA JA...", Deedi in her mood of detachment perhaps due to Panditji departure, asked me, "Pratap Bhai ! You often go to IDAR and enjoy the sacred land of Srimadji's dwellings. Why don't you take me over there with you since I have heard much about it especially after Baba (Vinobaji)'s visit over there and as I had never been there....?"
Deedi overwhelmingly agreed and a sudden trip to nearby Idar from Visnagar via Ajol was arranged. We got a Jeep soon, I took my Sitar along with me and reached Idar's Ghantia Pahad, the seventh and lost solitary hill, which we climbed. It was a fine afternoon and after dining before the Sunset and participating in the usual Ashram Bhakti practice, we were absorbed firstly in my devotional singing with Sitar and then listening to a he artful singing of an old dedicated devotee over there. She was Champa Ba, the worthy Devotee and Mother of Sri Kalyanbhai Shah of Ahmadabad, who was staying alone over there and passing her last days in dedicated devotions of Srimadji.
After her singing of Bhajans was over, Deedi lovingly asked her in Gujarati,
"Ba! such a worthy, unusual and non-stop Bhakti of Srimadji you are undergoing, but did Srimadji ever gave you Darshan any time or not?...."
"No.....no...very greedy that he is....!" Champa Ba was replying in sarcasmful devotion of Srimadji, "But once I firmly resolved to have it (the Darshan) at any cost.... I started beating and breaking my head at this ALTAR (plinth stone stage) and told to Param Krupalu Dev (Srimadji) clearly that Now I shall break my head if you do not give me Darshan.... and before I go on breaking my head, a real miracle happened....." She posed for while and Deedi asked, " What Ba?" and Champa Ba continued....
"I heard first of all a sweet, clear, loud voice emerging and from those remote Eastern hills.....I looked out that side and what a surprise! Srimadji himself was chant-speaking and jump crossing the hilltops one after another with his long long footsteps and was coming towards this hill of Ghantia Pahad. He was in his usual loin half cloth-clad stature with the same frail figure....! I was getting over-joyous. He was chanting:
"SAMKRIT NA PANCH LAKSHANO CHHE: SAM, SAMDEV, NIRVED,ANUKAMPA ANE AASTHA..." These chants of him were being continuously repeated.... he suddenly came and entered this room...stood on this very altar for a while ...once again repeated the same chant and then immediately went out from the western side of this room still while repeating the same words..before this departure I had overwhelmingly touched his feet keeping my forehead on them, but so soon he went away leaving me unhappy. But at least I was fortunate that he had responded to my inner call of longing..." Then Deedi asked:
What was the significance of the words uttered by Srimadji ?"
"Tai ! during my swadhyay (studies), I was often coming across one word "SAMKRIT", but I could not follow the meaning of it. I was eager and longing to know the same Srimadji, the KEVAL JNANI, as if knew my puzzle of the heart and not only gave me DARSHAN, but also clarified my DOUBT and described form and characteristics of the precious word 'SAMKRIT'....I was contemplated from that day and now my bhakti continues with added vigour.."
And joyously to Champa Ba's wonderful miraculous Episode, we went to our separate rooms for retiring in that silent night. It was probably about 1-30 in night and the sounds were hounding in my heart and echoing from the caves of Ghantia Pahad:
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