He at once came out and
shouted at the ruthless elements to stop. And lo! calm returned anon and the
storm in a flash subsided without any trace. What hinders the public in diminishing
such earthly God? Could God do anything better? Not only the storm, even the
fire also bowed to him, when there developed a conglagration in the Dwarakamai
all on a sudden. By mere rapping with his pair of tongs his potent weapon the
all-consuming fire went down. How about waters then? Rivers originated from his
feet and they were pleased to be at his service. Once a devotee by name Das Ganu
Maharaj came to take Baba's permission before going to Prayag and Kasi on
pilgrimage. Baba in his characteristic humor said that there was no need for him
to go such long distances, but Prayag and Kasi were right at his feet. When Das
looked at the feet of Baba, he found to his great surprise two streams-the Ganga
and Yamuna flowing out from his toes. Many similars did happen and deified him.
He always carried with him a pair of tongs and a wooden stick. They were as
potent as Mace and Trisul of Mahavishnu and Maheswar. By mere rapping on the
earth with his stick, he was materialising many objects and by thrusting the
tongs into the ground, objects of his choice used to come up all on a sudden,
sans uttering a word or resorting to gestures. He had infinite potentialities
and put them to public good only. So powerful was he that even the mightiest
power - earthly or heavenly was willingly and voluntarily shrinking itself into
the minutest form to obey him implicitly. Wasn't he a potent amsa of that
Omnipotent? Exhibition of such awe-some powers in the most spectacular way
convinced the public that he was the personification of God. Veneration to him
solved their problems. No distress remained a distress on meeting him.
Mysterious were his powers that people worshipped him with infinite ardour.
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