He was meditating in a private room when the three of them went to meet that wonderful great man Natarajan said. Natarajan asked a friendly bearded young man who reading a daily newspaper in the living room.
"When will be Swami available, Suresh?"
"Master, is in meditation," said as Suresh got up and leaving them to sit in the reception area.
RamaKrishna asked Natarajan, “Natraj you told us he is a seer. He is calling him a master. What is his original name? ”
Natarajan agreed and said, "I know, sir". To escape the barrage of questions, Natarajan pretended to be interested in his mobile.
The minutes moved leisurely. Master’s meditation does not seem to be over. After becoming the ruling class, the trio, who were not accustomed to waiting like this, felt bored and a little angry at the wait. RamaKrishna asked Suresh who come there at that time with some book.
"Did you tell your master that we have come?"
Suresh looked at him as if he was seeing something strange and left.
"He does not want to be disturbed to be in meditation"
RamaKrishna also looked at him as if he were looking at a strange creature. Little did this boy know the honor of having a minister come!
"We have to atten an important meeting," he said and looked at him.
He immediately said, “Ok Sir. You can go and attend your meeting ” and left again.
Natarajan said to RamaKrishna, "Sir, he doesn't have any appointment to see anyone today. I was the one who begged and got permission. Do not spoil the thing. We have come to see him. He is not interested in money. Please don’t spoil the situation, Sir. Our work is more important than anything else.”
RamaKrishna looked at his nephew. He sighed as he boiled inside when ParthaSarathy asked him to be patient.
Another half an hour moved at snail’s pace. Then the door to master’s opened. The master came out. The master was a middle-aged man of majestic glorious height. He was wearing a saffron dress and a maroon khadi shirt. Unbeknownst to themselves the trio stood up respectfully.
Natarajan stood up with them reverently and introduced them to the master.
“Swami. This is the minister ParthaSarathy I mentioned. This is his son Akash. This is his uncle RamaKrishna ”
The trio bowed in namaste. The master also folded his hands in namaste. "Sit down," he said. His voice was as majestic as his vision.
They sat down. He also sat in the wooden chair opposite them. They were silent for a minute. Then RamaKrishna broke the silence. "I am sorry if I am rude. I just speak my mind. I am the man of old beliefs. I do not know how to hide anything. I didn’t believe what Natraj has told about you. I have seen so many preachers who did have the power of any kind.”
Natarajan was taken aback by RamaKrishna's arrogance. Looked at the master with embarrassment. But there was not a hint of anger, only the smile spread on the master's face.
"What he told you about my powers? Which power did he say?" He asked without changing his smile.
RamaKrishna thought to himself, 'Oh, this man has many powers.' He was even more angry at the man who had awakened himself unknowingly as soon as he saw the man who had defended him. The indifferent sin of ‘you can prove yourself’ was evident in the words spoken.
The master said with a smile, "You thought I would be like the one who was not able to guess the exotic flowers found on the rural areas. Is it? "
RamaKrishna looked at Natarajan. Natarajan looked at the master in amazement and came to know that he did not tell the master about the matter. The awe arose in him that he was truly powerful if he told the show without telling. Even ParthaSarathy and Akash knew about this only when RamaKrishna told Natarajan. They both looked at the master in awe with the same thought.
The master asked quietly. "Why should I prove anything to you?"
RamaKrishna said, "Perhaps you can surprise this old man?"
The master was not interested in surprising him. He smiled and did not speak. RamaKrishna did not leave.
"Let me think of a flower now"
The master smiled mischievously and said as if he had finally decided to satisfy a child.
"Not only flowers, think of anything ”
RamaKrishna looked like 'Really?' and nodded and started thinking. At last he thought of a submarine. Nobody can guess this easily.
Then he said. “I thought. Now Can you guess ”
The master closed his eyes. Said after a few seconds of silence, “It is has something to do and hidden in water. Submarine ”
RamaKrishna opened his mouth. He noticed the awe and the awe was visible on the other three faces who guessed that the master had said exactly that.
After such a evidence, ParthaSarathy decided not to let his uncle to talk about anything and complicate the situation and spoke for himself.
"Swami, don't think about what uncle said. He asked because his old experiences were like that. Actually my friend's son has suddenly disappeared. His family is worried about not knowing where he is. That is why we have been asking for your help. It will be a great help to us, if you let us know whether he is alive or not. "
The master asked quietly.
“What is that missing guy’s name? Who was closest to him among you? ”
ParthaSarathy showed Akash.
“His name is Karthi. This is his closest friend. ”
Master told Akash. Akash nodded. He concentrated his thoughts on Karthi in his mind. After a while he could feel the power of the magnetic master penetrating into him. It was as if he was slowly occupying his mind. It was as if he knew all of their plan. He felt great fear. It was as if he had read that fear as well. He wanted to run away from there. But he could not move. Standing as if bound, he turned his attention back to Karthi. It seemed as if the master had helped. The fear receded. Karthi filled his mind.
The master now clearly knew their plan and the purpose behind it but without staying in it concentrated his power on Karthi which was full in Akash’s mind. He needs to know more about Karthi than they do.
Three minutes later he slowly said, "He is OK. He is alive. ”
The trio felt like they had been struck by thunder. ParthaSarathy was the first to control his emotions. He asked with a shudder, "Can you look where he is and tell me, Swami?"
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The New Delhi official, seated in an amnesty chamber, was in a state of inaction, unable to do anything even when he learned that a supernatural force was occupying him. He thought he should shout, "Save me!" The thought lingered meekly. Could not open his mouth. After a while he fainted. He did not know for how long he was fainted.
"What happened?" That base voice he heard from the sidelines brought him back to consciousness. It was as if the force that was gripping him was beginning to loosen its grip.
The man who struggled and recovered said weakly, "Nothing."
The man who said, "Okay, you can go thank you" got up and left. The man from inside the church went that way so he could not see the man as he went or know much about the man. But the New Delhi official felt as if the man had taken part of something from him, or left a part of the man with him. He was not free.
He was awake and tired. Woke up with difficulty. After taking four or five steps he regained some strength. Came out as fast as possible. No one was outside. Everything that happened was something psychic horror to him. The priests' hostel was just behind the church. He wondered if he could inquire them.