During this period of time, Shri Nathji set foot in the homes of numerous devotees of Akola. Each home was decorated by lights; and in each home Shri Nathji spoke to the small gatherings there with powerful force as if he were addressing vast multitudes. In many of the homes the Divine Form of Shri Nathji made itself manifest.
Amongst those whose homes Shri Nathji visited, were Shri Bal Ojarkar, Shri P.G.Kale, Shri Kishen Lal Goenka and Radha Devi Goenka, Shri Madhu Marathe (whose home Shri Nathji visited at 1 a.m. in the darkness ), Shri Shanware, Dr. Saoji (an atheist who turned into a believer at first sight), Shri Shidore (whose wife had derived an unfathomable faith from Shri Nathji’s words that gave her absolute peace of mind even in the midst of a dreaded cancer), Shri Sapkal, Shri Ambulkar, Shri Muley, Shri Kulkarni, Shri Shankarlal Satyanarain, Shri Raverkar, Vaze Photographer (where Shri Nathji gave an unforgettable speech, one of the most powerful in Akola). Shri Chimanlal Bhartiya (before whom Shri Nathji’s words would at once take on an intellectuals phase, and he would try to remember each and every word that Shri Nathji said), Dr. Pathak (the M.D. who found in Shri Nathji a sustaining force in his life), and later Dr. (Mrs.) Gawande (a lost soul who found Shri Nathji through the medium of the loudspeaker announcements of his lecture–and about whom Shri Nathji was to say, ‘Here is a lost soul who was seeking me from ages,’ and Shri Gawande (a railway engineer who had been a disbeliever before he met Shri Nathji, but was so taken up by Shri Nathji’s spirituality that he became a firm believer.) Mr. Gawande had the privilege of living opposite Shri Nathji’s house, Prahlad Darshan, in Akola. There was Shri Nathji’s touching verse to describe the situation:
Kaash meraa ghar tere ghar ke mukaabil hotaa
Too na aataa teri aavaaz to aayaa karti
Alas! If only thy house had been opposite mine,
Even if thou did not come, thy voice would have come to me!
Shri Nathji had come to Akola only for five or six days initially. But he was caught in the net of a Love Divine, which he had laid out himself. One day passed after another and then several days passed.
There were celebrations and festivals galore. A daily shower of ambrosial rain. Shri Nathji’s voice and words took on a new colouring hitherto inexperienced by the people. The Divine Flow continued to increase, day by day. Shri Nathji would sit for hours in the satsang room of Prahlad Darshan, in a small area where the breeze of the fan could scarcely reach him, and lose himself in an ecstasy of love. His words would carry people to another world.
As the weather became hotter and hotter, Shri Nathji continued his exertions day and night. A rash developed on his skin from the heat, and he and Priya Nath and his wife had bouts of viral fever several times, but his work continued unabated.