| Lord Hanuman 02.05.2026 |


That day’s experience was not an ordinary event in my life—it was something beyond that, as if an unseen force had called me closer.


Just then, the elderly monk held my hand. His touch was not ordinary; it carried a sense of warmth and familiarity, as if he had known me for a long time.


Without asking anything, he led me inside the temple. There was a strange चमक (radiance) in his eyes. As soon as we entered, he said,

“I have been waiting for you for so many years… and now you have finally come.”


I was stunned. There was no artificiality in his words. He kept looking around—sometimes picking up an object, sometimes focusing his attention somewhere—as if he was understanding some invisible signs. Then suddenly he said,

“What should I give you… what should I give you… I want to give you something.”


He reached behind a picture of God and took out some sindoor and black chickpeas (kale chane) as prasad, placing them in my palm.


As I received the prasad with reverence, I placed some money at the feet of God. Immediately, he said,

“What are you doing? Take this money back.”


I humbly replied,

“This is for the service of God.”


Without saying anything, he picked up the money and put it back into my pocket. Then, in a calm voice, he said,

“If you truly want to serve, then feed the animals around where you live. I do not need any of this. In fact, for that, I will give you something.”


He then picked up a copy of the Ramcharitmanas and said,

“I read this every day.”


He opened the book, flipped through its pages… and suddenly took out 700 rupees from between them and extended it toward me. His eyes were fixed directly into mine.


He said,

“Take this… you remember, don’t you, that I came in your dream? And you know what it meant. When will you start the work on the idol? I am giving you this money for that. I know you have nothing… but I will arrange everything.”


Hearing this, it felt as if time had stopped. This matter… this secret… was known only to me and God. In that moment, I felt—this is no ordinary man. It is some other power speaking through him.


My heart was overwhelmed. I could not say anything.


Then he held my hand tightly. Tears began to flow from his eyes. Crying, he said,

“Take me away from here… I will come with you. No one takes care of me here anymore. They don’t give me food… I feel hungry. Will you serve me? Will you feed me? I eat three times a day… There is a lot of money in this temple, but there is politics… no one looks after me.”


Every word of his was sinking deep into my heart. It felt as if not a saint, but God Himself was testing His devotee.


He then said again,

“You make the idol of Hanumanji… I will come to you.”


There was both a cry of compassion and a divine command in his words.


At that moment, tears began to flow from my eyes as well. I understood—this was not just a meeting. It was a sign, a calling… a way to show me the path.


(To be continued…)

Victory to the Divine! Glory to Bhole Baba

Nos sentamos en silencio dentro del templo. Había una paz singular en el ambiente: el suave sonido de la campana, el aroma del incienso y la imagen de la Madre Divina sentada ante nosotros. La contemplaba fijamente sin pestañear. Sentí como si el tiempo se hubiera detenido en ese instante.

Mientras tanto, una extraña sensación comenzó a surgir en mi interior. Sin razón aparente, el pensamiento de que debía quitarme el anillo y ofrecérselo a los pies de la Madre se repetía una y otra vez. No entendía de dónde venía ese pensamiento.

Me quité el anillo… y me lo volví a poner.

Luego me lo quité una vez más… y me lo volví a poner.

Sentí como si dos voces hablaran dentro de mí:

Una decía: «Déjalo… ofrécelo a la Madre».

La otra decía: «No… no lo hagas».

Este conflicto interno duró un rato. Estaba confundido, pero justo entonces mi hijo puso algo de dinero en mi mano. Fue como si mi atención se desviara en ese preciso instante. Ofrecí ese dinero a los pies de la Madre… y me volví a poner el anillo.

Pero una pregunta seguía rondando en mi mente:
“¿Por qué surgió ese sentimiento?”

Salimos lentamente del templo. Ahora íbamos a visitar la imagen del Señor Hanuman. Mientras nos dirigíamos hacia allí, una estatua enorme y magnífica se alzaba ante nosotros. Verla llenó mi corazón de devoción y asombro.

Nos sentamos en los escalones fuera del templo para quitarnos los zapatos. Sentados allí, hablábamos entre nosotros sobre el templo y la visita. Justo entonces, mi mirada se dirigió hacia el jardín que teníamos delante.

Allí, un anciano Babaji estaba sentado. Su atención estaba fija en mí. Lo miré y le dediqué una leve sonrisa. En el instante en que sonreí, se levantó de inmediato y caminó directamente hacia mí.

Había una extraña profundidad y calidez en sus ojos.

Se acercó y, con voz muy cariñosa, dijo:

“Vienes de Himachal… de Kangra”.

No me preguntó de dónde venía; Mencionó directamente Kangra, Himachal Pradesh.

Por un momento, me quedé atónita.

Nunca nos habíamos visto… ¿cómo lo sabía?

Respondí en voz baja: «Sí, soy de Kangra».

Ni siquiera esperó a que terminara. Inmediatamente me tomó de la mano y, sin decir nada más, comenzó a guiarme dentro del templo.

Pensé:

«Quizás me ha confundido con otra persona…»

Pero había tanta calidez y confianza en su tacto que lo seguí sin decir nada. En ese instante, muchas emociones me invadieron a la vez: sorpresa, curiosidad y, en algún lugar, la sensación de una presencia divina invisible.

(Continuará…)
¡Salve al Universo! ¡Gloria a Bhole Baba