Lover of Light Among Luminaries Dilip Kumar Roy

Author(s): Amruta Paresh Patel
Publisher: L D Indology Ahmedabad

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FULLER PORTRAITS
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"Saw Lal writing to Dada when Biji (Lal's mother) requested him to enclose a little garland she had woven for Dada."120
When Roy opened the letter, to his surprise, he found enclosed in it a small bakul garland sent to Roy by Mr. Lal's mother.
Many visions of Indira Devi, bearing her contact with the spirits of the dead and living took place at Hari Krishna Maridir. Pune. By such experiences of spiritualism, she could help many of the devotees of their temple. In The Flute Calls Still, Roy has recorded five such incidents of supra-physical import on pp. 237-240.
Even different gods. goddesses and saints appeared before Indira Devi. She had visions of Hanuman, Ganesh and Saint Saibaba who asked her to follow their
ctions and Indira Devi did so. To one of their devotees Roy wrote on July 13. 1958, that Lord Ganesh
"...has been coming to Indira now and then. "I am at the foot of the Mother," he said to her twice." At the foot of the hill, you know, on which Her temple stands." We had never been to this temple. So we went on June 1, 1958 and found on enquiry that there is a Ganesh temple at the foot of the hill. We went in and prostrated ourselves before Lord Ganesh. Indira saw Him there again (for the 6th time) and went into a samadhi inside the
temple when she heard a Mira-bhajan."!21
At another place Dilip Roy writes: "On Good Friday. she had a vision of Christ bearing the Cross and..... His Resurrection."122
Even a greater miracle was witnessed by Roy and a few of their disciples on April 24, 1958, when, at Indira Devi's touch, mud turned into prasad. Writing of this incident to Ambalal Sarabhai, Roy notes that when he finished his singing of a Mira Bhajan,
“... Indira, in a half-trance of ecstasy said: “Dada, shall we have prasad?”
"I wondered wistfully when she went down the steps to the garden, accompanied by Premal and then Srikanta. Premal, at Indira's request, put into her palm a handful of black dry mud -- just when Indira started swaying in her bhav-samadhi and poured into Srikanta's hand what Premal had given her. He exclaimed:" It is sweet prasad, Dada !" Then I ran down, called by Premal's startled cry, but there was nothing any more in Indira's hand, as we all saw. Then she folded her hands again