Stories from the Life of Hazur 

From the Sakayan of Bibi Lajo

Bibi Lajo spent many years in the service of Hazur Baba Sawan Singh Ji, the Master of the living Master Kirpal Singh, and wrote a book in Hindi on her experiences with the great Saint. We are gifted to James cluett for translating the following excerpts.

The Story of the Yogi

One day a yogi was sitting in the remote Himalayan mountains doing his worship and Hazur gave him darshan. Having given him a taste of the sound current, he said, “Look, Yogi, if you want to take up the path to meet God, then come to me at Beas.” The yogi became very having received this darshan. 

As he had sat so long doing this worship, the yogi’s leg had gotten very weak and it was difficult for him to move. He thought, “What should I do now?” Because of his wounds of love, he could not remain. Going very, very slowly, he reached Beas after six months.

When he came to Beas, Hazur Maharaj was on his dais all his splendor giving Satsang. The yogi reached the dais, and having made obeisance, he grasped Hazur’s hand saying. “Baba Ji, you have raised me up. In your feet is the lotus line. When you gave me darshan, then I saw the lotus mark. You gave me the order to come to Beas for recognition. Now you please show your right foot.” Hazur’s feet were hidden; he didn’t let them show in Satsang.

When Hazur came to the house after the Satsang, the yogi persisted. He saw the clear marking on Hazur foot. The yogi said, “Hazur’s foot. The yogi said, “Hazur Ji, by coming this distance I have been awakened from a deathly sleep, now the blindness is disappearing.” And he made a prayer that he should be granted the precious gift of Naam. Hazur replied to these words, “See here, you are a yogi, I am a house-holder.”

The yogi said, “I am not even a king but you are the very almighty Himself.” Hazur said, “All is the Lord’s play, I also am nothing.” (Satguru Ji, the essence of life, such a great being, never left off his modesty.)

Having been given the gift of Naam and understanding the two self-sufficient inner practices, the yogi stayed at Dera Beas for one month. Then Hazur said, “All right, now you go do your bhajan in solitude. “The yogi replied, “Very well.” And having given the yogi love prashad, Hazur bade him farewell with much affection.

The yogi was very happy with the riches of Naam. He said, “The true Lord has made the path available which has been forgotten for so many years. I give thanks for the great blessings bestowed upon me.” Hazur said, “See, everything was inside. I gave you nothing. I have put to you nothing. I have only put to you the knowledge of the right path. Your time had come; now it is here. Don’t look ahead or behind. Now you have been put right, Naam is with you and Satguru is with you. This very thing is all that remains.”

The yogi said, “Hazur, your words are true, I will do as you say.” 

The Story of Harnam Singh

There was fighting going on in Malaya at the time when this story takes place. Hazur had come to Dalhousie. It was 8:00 or 8:30 in the morning when one Phoja dogra ( a type of soldier) was standing on the porch of the house where Hazur was staying. With great love, he asked, “Is this the house of the great Saint from Beas?” I answered, “Yes.” With much devotion, his eyes full of tears, he asked, “Where is Hazur? I want the darshan of a true Saint.”

I said, “Don’t be troubled, sir, he is outside taking a walk. He will be back in an hour.” Then the man said, “Bibiji, I will certainly wait an hour for Hazur. I have come from a great distance.” I asked, “Sir what is your name, from where have you come?” he said, “Bibiji, my house is in Kangdra District. I have come from Malaya.

In a while Hazur Din Dayal gave darshan and that man, in bliss, embraced Hazur’s feet. Hazur held his head; he knew about the heart, and he knew that true love of that disciple. Hazur said, “Oh good wishes, harnaam Singh – stop – enough – sit down, tell me.”

This is his story:

“In Malaya the war was going on vigorously, and no Satsangis ever came in sight. Then I met one soldier Satsangi. Having seen terrible times, we both got dejected. Like children, we did not know what to do. Is this service necessary? Should we not go somewhere and do bhajan and Simran? We both left our Guns, climbed a hill and sat silently in Bhajan. (There were enemy soldiers at hand.) Then Hazur gave Darshan.

“Hazur said strongly, ‘Go on – get going! Take up your weapons! If you sit like this, you will die.” We made our earnest supplication: ‘we should like to go home, convey us.’ Hazur said, ‘All right, that which you want you will get.’ Going very slowly, we found our guns where we had left them.

“As it turned out, the next day I was shot in the eye and my friend was shot in the thumb, though we were both saved. Seeing that we were both unfit, we were dismissed from service. My eye became alright and he could work with both hands. After staying in the hospital for a little while we came home. While in meditation on the ship, Hazur gave darshan again. ‘See, that which you wanted, God has given.’”

Those lowly ones gave great thanks and Hazur replied, “All is the play of Babaji. I am certainly nothing.”

All praise to the Satguru who shows so much humility to unworthy beings.

The Story of Gupta Sahib

Gupta sahib was from Mutan. His son had gone to a foreign country. Gupta was a great devotee, and Hazur stayed in his house for eight days. A big Satsang was given and Hazur bestowed the riches of Naam on 500 people. Gupta sahib wrote his son, “I have taken the wealth of Naam from a perfect Sant Satguru from Beas.”

Now the son, who had not gotten the darshan of Hazur, left from that foreign country to return to Multan. He took a ship. On his way the ship sand. The son got darshan in the ocean. A hand pulled him up and when he came out there was no one there. He became perplexed. There was no one there. He became perplexed. There was only he alone; all the rest were drowned.

When he got to Multan he told his Father the whole story. His Father took him to Hazur’s house in Sikandarpur where Hazur was then staying. His son on seeing the Hazur recognized Him and exclaimed, “it is Baba Ji!” Hazur was a treasure house of modesty. He seldom revealed himself in speech. He said, “No son, you are mistaken. It was our Maharaj Ji, not I.” Gupta’s son said, “No, Maharaj Ji, not I.” Gupta’s son said, “No Hazur, it was you!”

Hazur smiled silently, then said, “All is the play of our Baba Ji.”

Hazur was always praising Satguru he was never putting himself in between. To himself he was always like an ordinary man, while being in such an elevated condition.

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