There was Bhotu, the dog, inside the gate, and Shri Nathji said affectionately to him: “Bhotu! Bhotu!” as if he were speaking to a child. The dog would always behave in a very reverential way with Shri Nathji as if he knew that it was no ordinary human being, but rather His Creator.
No sooner had Shri Nathji entered into the verandah of Savitri Nivas than the lights went off. Priya Nath remarked humorously:
“When the asuri bal, the forces of evil, discovered they could do nothing else, they contented themselves with blowing out a fuse!”
Priya Nath led Shri Nathji inside the house carefully in the semi-darkness.
Shri Nathji sat down on his chair in the far East side of the verandah and said to the devotees standing before him:
“It had been decreed ever since the beginning of the world that this day would come when God shall venture forth, unveiled, in the fulness of His Glory. The seed that was sown at the beginning of creation has appeared again in the form of the fruit on this tree of eternity.”
The most beautiful scene that Mussoorie had witnessed in a long time had passed away. As Shri Nathji’s devotees sat before him on the last day, there were tears in their eyes. Shri Nathji’s soothing voice went out to them in an unending flow, as if nothing had changed, as if this was another of his sermons. Yet there was an air of sadness in the atmosphere.
Shri Nathji was an Ocean of Love who did not discount human emotions. On the contrary he saw these expressions of love as being signs of a spiritual attainment.