“”And yet in the teeth of a world of opposition, his work was done, even externally.
Take the recent case of Ramakrishna. Although, his was not an Avataric period as that of Jesus and Baba, still he was a Perfect Master and his working was Universal. Yet his external work was done with the help of his disciples, very, very few of whom were materially well-off, the rest being hopelessly hard-up.
As for me, the greater the opposition, the greater the force to my work. The more the obstacles, the more the fun!
Baba and the group left Kengeri at 8:00 A.M. on Monday, 30 April 1934. Baba, Chanji and Lakshmi rode in Aiyangar's car and the other mandali went by taxi. While trying to pass a bullock cart, Aiyangar's car ran into a herd of cows. A few cows were hit and one calf was run over.
“”Seeing that Lakshmi was badly shaken by the accident, Baba consoled her, "It is all right. The calf is lucky to be crushed under the car carrying me. Don't be afraid or feel bad."
Then it was found that the calf was not injured, and to the amazement of all, it got up and ran away. Lakshmi was very happy.
Baba first asked to be taken to Aiyangar's house where Vasumathi, one of his grandchildren, was sick. Baba lovingly passed his hand over her face and directed the others about her treatment. They then went on to Modern Lodge, but as they entered the building, the manager recognized Baba and offered obeisance. That which Baba had most wished to avoid had happened; yet, he stayed there for two days.
According to Baba's orders, Pleader had stayed in seclusion for a period of time in the Panchgani Cave and in a cave at Mount Abu, and afterward had gone on pilgrimage to Benares and Rishikesh in the Himalayas. He had also been instructed to keep silence.
In April 1934, while Baba was working in seclusion, Pleader was in Rishikesh, staying and helping serve an advanced soul named Keshwanandji Maharaj . Baba never actually physically contacted Keshwanandji, but he verified to Pleader that the man was a genuine saint.
Keshwanandji was totally naked in all weather, except for a loin-cloth — even in winter. He had built a small wooden platform on the banks of the Ganges, on which he stood, with a bamboo staff in one hand, gazing all day at the sun.
