But apart from these miracles, Shri Nathji gave Mrs. Chaudhri the gift of faith, which carried her through many difficult phases in life with equanimity. An inner peace had entered her soul. She would always find Shri Nathji within her real self.
Never before have I felt such a great outpouring of love from any one personality–it surpasses the love of all of one’s own kith and kin! she would say.
Despite the fact that Mrs. Chaudhri belonged to the Arya Samaj faith, which did not believe in God in human form, she firmly believed Shri Nathji to be her living God.
The God up there, she would say, sent you down here! He does not speak, but you do! Maharajji you are my LIVING GOD!”
Once when Mrs. Chaudhri was at Shri Nathji’s residence at Sarvodya Enclave, New Delhi, she looked at the extremely beautiful portrait of Shri Nathji–which showed him in a glittering zari ki achkan and a turban with a feathered plume, a kalgi-and said:
Maharajji! Kyaa iss se bhee zyaadaa khoobsoorti duniyaa men ho sakti hai ? Can ever beauty exist, which is greater than yours? Oh, Maharajji! You could have become anything you wanted to in the world, with such a beautiful personality! But you chose to hide yourself from the world! How unfortunate are those people who do not know of you!
She had visited the ashrams and organisations of numerous saints and mahatmas in India: There is so much aadambar–outward show– everywhere! she would say, here there is only Shri Nathji alone, living in this small house with his Harvard educated son! What an infinite amount of peace one acquires just being here! Shri Nathji is the personification of Love! What a marvellous jewel he is!”
She would be greatly concerned about the bohemian habits of Shri Nathji, and also the staff of servants that surrounded him. “Your servants appear to fatten at your expense,” she would say, “the fatter they become, the thinner do you appear!”
She met Shri Nathji when she was very old herself, but she was glad that life had not passed her by without bringing her face to face with God.
Shri Nathji never went to Dalhousie, and he never took back the rent he had given Mrs. Chaudhri. His role in life was only to give. The desire to go to Dalhousie was only to bring another searching soul to God.
May Shri Nathji live for a thousand years, were the good wishes of this old lady.
“I will remain loyal to Shri Nathji right up to the last moments of my life,” she used to say to Priya Nath, “you wait and see!”