Himalayan Yogi

HIMALAYAN YOGI –

CLAIRVOYANANT

Jane and Harry Jones was a newly married Toronto couple of European origin. During a six-week trip to India, they learnt of a very fascinating place— a remote cave, home to a mysterious Yogi at the foothills of the Himalayas. The cave was remotely located accessible through rough, sloping and rocky terrain. After three days of grueling travel with their guide, mostly by foot, they persisted for what seemed to be an interminable period, even with their food and other supplies running low. They finally arrived at a little thatched hut next to a thicket that marked the entrance to a nearby cave. They beheld a frail-looking bearded Yogi sitting crossedlegged on a small mat in deep mediation. His youthful face concealed his actual age. The couple felt refreshed and patiently waited for a long time. The Yogi came out of his trance, greeted them with a broad smile, and addressed them in accented and impeccable English. “Namaskar, Mr. and Mrs. Jones. You are from Toronto, Canada, aren’t you?” “Yes, Your Holiness” Mr. Jones replied. The Yogi asked, “What can I do for you, my children?” “What do you want to hear from me?” Meanwhile, their tour guide had left the room.

The Yogi continued, “Do you wish to know about experiencing a higher spiritual plane, one beyond his material existence? Or are you looking for more immediate personal development? Perhaps, you may wish to practice meditation in order to improve your mental concentration, sharpen your spiritual awareness to enable you to experience true consciousness?” The couple was amazed at the yogi’s prognostication and had a three-hour discussion on yoga, spirituality and modern life. An extraordinary incident unfolded Then, the Yogi decided to offer some food. Since there was neither kitchen nor any cooking utensils, the Yogi reassured them by saying, “Don’t worry, my children. You’ll get all your favorite delicacies.” He stretched out his hands and materialized a plain piece of cotton cloth. He folded it and placed it on a small wooden table. The folded cloth puffed up and started to rise, when he uttered Sanskrit verses. Suddenly the small room seemed to look like their favorite Greek restaurant in Toronto. The Yogi unfolded the cloth and revealed two platters filled with their favorite Greek food. The couple heartily ate the meal and before departing, offered the Yogi monetary gifts. The Yogi politely refused, saying that Almighty Brahman provides for all. However, the couple insisted that they should pay for their meals and the Yogi reluctantly agreed.

He then materialized a little black rectangular tray with a bill from Dmitrios’ Greek Restaurant in Toronto and one of their personalized blank cheques bearing the amount of $23.38 (being the actual cost of the meals, plus taxes and gratuities) written in Mr. Jones’ own handwriting. After signing the cheque and receiving the Yogi’s blessings, the couple left for their hotel in New Delhi. The next day they boarded a plane for Toronto. Three days later in Toronto, they decided to visit the Greek restaurant. Dmitrios was surprised to see them early at 9:30 am, as his restaurant was yet to open for the day. “How did you enjoy your meal last Friday evening?” asked Dmitrios. “But we were not in town. We’ve just arrived from India,” replied Mrs. Jones. Dmitrios showed them the bill for $23.38 and the cheque written and signed in Mr. Jones’ own handwriting.