In Rawalpindi, during the 1930’s, a widow, Mata Tara Devi by name, saw the vision of God in Shri Nathji. She fell in a swoon at the revelation. Thereafter, she remained attached to Shri Nathji for over forty years. She would travel long distances to secure his darshan wherever Shri Nathji was, at Lahore, Dehra Dun, Mussoorie or Delhi
She was very poor when she met Shri Nathji and had a large number of children to look after. Nathji, she used to say, my children used to play in the gutters, but you raised them to such heights of affluence.
Whenever she came to Shri Nathji, she would say: Nathji-reveal yourself to the world! Of what use revealing yourself to a few people here and a few people there! Nathji, Pragat ho jaao!
Her letters to Shri Nathji would bear the same theme:
Barri der hui, Raja, barri der hui, barri der hui, duniyaa ke baadshah, barri der ho gayi!
“A long time has elapsed–O Emperor of the world–a long time has elapsed! Reveal yourself to the world! When are you going to reveal yourself–when?”
She would frequently fall into a swoon before Shri Nathji, so over-powered was she by the spiritual insight Shri Nathji had granted her.
Dressed always in white, she would be found sitting in his darbaar frequently, whenever she or any member of her family was in trouble. The moment any trouble arose–whether it was an illness or an injury or a financial worry–she would straightaway leave her home and come and sit at Shri Nathji’s feet. And, of a certainty, the trouble was removed!
She, of all the devotees of Shri Nathji, was most vocal in pronouncing Shri Nathji’s divinity: Would anyone believe that I am standing here by this window talking to God?
Upon observing the curtains on Shri Nathji’s window she said to Shri Nathji, who was standing behind the curtains: Why must you have these curtains? Haven’t you veiled yourself enough?
She had a mother and son relationship with Shri Nathji. At the age of 80 she would come from a large distance to Shri Nathji at his Delhi residence, Sarvodya Enclave, in 1974 bringing with herself all manner of foods–dried fruits, pickles, distilled water for drinking, kulchaas and bhatooraas.
Although she knew that Shri Nathji would not eat the stuff she brought–it was eaten by Shri Nathji’s attendants, like Chati, most of the time–she would bring it all the same, as a token of her motherly affection for Shri Nathji. If the people of the world can enjoy themselves eating all this, why mustn’t Shri Nathji be given them? she would say with affection.
Earlier, she had written a letter to Shri Nathji, when she had received Shri Nathji’s book: “Mrityu Ka Rahasya”-The Secret of Death:
Nathji you have sent me a book, but my eyes are failing me, how will I be able to read it?
It was no coincidence that her sight suddenly improved whilst Shri Nathji’s sight was lost.
Shri Nathji would frequently urge her to come in her daughter’s car because she was too old to take the toil of a crowded bus ride in Delhi. However, she would come by bus, and then have to be sent back in a taxi hired by Shri Nathji.
She disobeyed Shri Nathji and went home by bus one day, without Shri Nathji’s permission, and a consequence of this was that she fell from the bus and lay unconscious on the road. Burriyaa mar gayi, said the crowd gathered around her, The old lady is dead!
Shri Nathji’s vision floated before her eyes and she recovered miraculously. The crowd was surprised to see her get up and walk.
You were saved, Mataji, Shri Nathji said to her, and at the same time warned that you must obey! Never travel by bus again!