Book Title: I am The Soul Part 02
Author(s): Tarulatabai Mahasati
Publisher: Shri Gujarati Shwetambar Sthanakwasi Jain Association

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________________ 616 I am the Soul society, but their activity naturally becomes such, where the purity of the inner self is maintained and enhanced. And therefore, they do not even bother to think whether the society will praise or denigrate their way of life. Even in this age, in our country there are such sages, in farflung places, in isolation, in unpopulated forests, performing their secret sadhana, and the world doesn't even know about them. The sages do not even expect anybody to know about them. Recently in Maharashtra, there was such a sage who left the body some 3-4 years ago. He had not really taken on the life of a sanyasin outwardly. He was a householder. After completing his duties towards this life, he left his residence and came away far to a riverbank. There was a small room meant probably as a pump house. It was not in use. He took somebody's permission and went in and sat down. He never came out. There was but one cloth on his body. After considerable time, when one person came to know about this, began to visit this place. He managed to convince this sage with great effort to accept a glass of milk everyday, and he began to bring it himself. The room used to be closed from outside. This man would bring milk and open it then. He would leave the milk there and close the room again. He would return only the next day to find that sometimes the milk had not been taken at all. Thus the sage used to be immersed in the penance of the atma for hours and sometimes days together. He was unaware of the time that passed; neither hunger nor sorrow ever bothered him. For some time the room was infested by mosquitoes. There were so many mosquitoes that they swamped his body. The body was not seen at all. Like the honeycomb, where the bees live. But the sage was unperturbed. He did not even realise it. Once this problem reduced, there was the problem of the mice. All day long, in that little room there used to be at least 25-30 mice, even going up and down the sage's body. But the sage was Jain Educationa International For Personal and Private Use Only www.jainelibrary.org

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