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Many days after Shri Nathji had left the United States of America, there was a terrible explosion in the CEA laboratory at Harvard, in which Dr. Winick worked. A large part of the building was blown away. Dr. Winick, who should have been at his desk at the time, was at home that night as if providence had kept him away.
The morning newspapers showed a large cement slab of the ceiling, crushing to pieces the desk on which Dr. Winick would have sat had he been there at the time. It was the invisible hand of Shri Nathji that had kept Dr. Winick at home that night.
Priya Nath’s new dormitory, Conant Hall at Harvard, was adjacent to the CEA. He had heard the blast, and saw the fire at three in the morning, and had immediately telephoned Dr. Winick, whom he found to be at his home, much to his relief.
Shri Nathji watched the news telecast on television in London in which the blast was featured and the wrecked portion of the building shown. The cameras passed over Dr. Winick’s desk on which the slab of ceiling rested. Shri Nathji sent a telegram to Priya Nath expressing his concern. Dr. Winick was safe and sound, thanks to the protecting power of Shri Nathji that had been around him in an invisible manner all the time.
There was another time when Mrs. Renee Winick, the wife of Dr. Winick, was driving in a large-sized Ford Station Wagon in Newton, Massachusetts. Suddenly the brakes failed. The car was running at considerable speed. There was the market place teeming with people just ahead of her.  Her eight year old son, Lee, was in the car. At that moment she decided to do a very brave thing. Instead of heading for the market place, she drove the car towards a large tree. The collision was powerful. The car was totally wrecked. But neither she nor her son received a scratch!
It must have been your father’s blessings, she said to Priya Nath later.
Though the hand of Shri Nathji was evident in both these incidents, Priya Nath did not so much as make the suggestion to the Winicks. Neither did Shri Nathji ever refer to these incidents. They were to remain as unspoken miracles, unknown even to those for the benefit of whom they had occurred.
As Shri Nathji would say:

“Dostaan raa kujaa kunee maiharoom
To ke baa dushmanaa nazar daari

How canst Thou forget Thy friends,
Thou, who art even by the side of Thy enemies!”

There were various ways of reaching God. The field of action was one, that of a Karma Yogi. It had brought Dr. Winick to God. The field of knowledge was another, that of a Gyaan Yogi. It had brought Prof. Euston Smith to God. Though neither of the two could recognise the Divine Being in Shri Nathji, God’s work was complete.