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Introduction
There
was another saint called Hari Giri Baba. I spent a good
deal of time with him, too. He lived like a gentleman.
He wore a turban of expensive silk with a gold border,
an elegant coat, and costly shoes. He always roamed
here and there, even at night. If anyone invited him
for a meal, he would eat and then leave. His state was
exceedingly strange. He talked to himself, and his speech
was odd. He was also a great Siddha yogi.
Most of the time, Hari Giri wandered around a dry river
bed. He would select tiny pebbles, talk to them, and
stuff his
pockets with them. Sometimes he would gaze off into
the
distance and scold. Occasionally he would talk to the
wind.
His was a curious state. Whenever I went through difficult
times during my sadhana, he would visit me. He would
help
me understand something and then leave immediately.
He
was a Siddha who knew the past, present, and future.
Excerpt from Secret of The Siddha's by
Swami Muktananda ©SYDA Foundation
When Baba was passing through a particularly difficult
phase of his sadhana, Hari Giri Baba appeared:
" The tonga came near the mango tree. Somebody
got down and I saw that it was Harigiri Baba, a very
strange avadhuta and a great Siddha yogi. My mind was
fIlled with joy. I got off the swing and stood there
waiting for him. He started to call out to me from the
tonga, "0 King, 0 Emperor, 0 Swami, get up, get
up," and saying this, he burst into peals of laughter.
This great saint was
all-knowing. He was always laughing. He used to wander
along river banks, wearing an expensive pair of shoes,
a silk turban, a coat, and three or four more coats
on top of that. Whenever he felt hungry, he would call
out to anyone, "Give me something, give me something
to eat," and then he would eat. When he finished,
he would wash his hands and leave. He was a saint who
was like a wandering spirit. He used to collect small
stones from the river. He would look at one stone, then
at another, and say, "Yes. . . very good, you are
worth two hundred thousand." He talked to himself
like this and wandered alone, always walking very quickly.
He would go to the river bank at 2:00 in the morning,
and come back at sunrise. When he spoke, it was hard
to understand what he was saying.
Harigiri Baba came up
to me, and I bowed to him. I loved Harigiri Baba very
much, and he loved me, too. I said, "Baba, things
are going badly for me. I am not in a good state."
He said, "I know. Give me two rupees, and I'll
tell you." I knew the way he liked to make jokes.
Whenever he came, and you asked him something, he would
demand money. Even now he asked for some. I gave him
two rupees. He spoke to me in Marathi. "O Emperor,
you are in a good condition. Things will be very good
for you. You will become a god. You've got a beneficial
fever. Through coming into contact with it, many people
will be freed from their sickness and suffering. You
will meet many people." after he had said this,
he left. I went with him for some distance, and then
he said, "Go, go. You've got to go to come again.
Don't be fraid." And so he departed."
Excerpt
from Play of Consciousness by Swami Muktananda ©SYDA
Foundation
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