Contact with The Mother

A TRAIN DISASTER

When I finally came to the Ashram, we were three or four persons who travelled together from Calcutta to Pondicherry.

As we reached Bhuvaneshwar, I felt some fear and a kind of uneasiness but there was no evident cause for it.

I started to concentrate on the Mother. I saw her during my concentration and felt a sudden jolt in the train, though, as I learnt from my friends when I opened my eyes, nothing had actually happened.

The rain now started falling heavily. Not more than fifteen minutes had elapsed when with a huge jerk the train went off the rails. All the bogies fell on one side, broken and smashed. Many people were crushed, many were pent up inside the compartments, crying for help. The heavy rains made matters worse. It was all a horrible wreckage and jumble.

Later a train came from Madras to fetch us. All of us bound for Pondicherry were unhurt as if by a miracle.

On reaching Pondicherry, I went straight to the Mother who was then in the Playground. I had already sent her a telegram intimating to her about the train disaster. As I saw her and was having her blessings, I asked her, “How is it that we all were saved. We were not even a little injured.”

“Don’t ask me this question. Simply express your gratitude to the Divine,” she told me with an intimate smile.