The sour note of Monday began when Pitaji could not find his daily usage shawl, which I had misplaced yesterday while searching for His red “Holland” sweater.“Ab aapko koyi fikar naheen hai – Main aapke saath hoon!“Now you have no worries left – I am with you!”HERE WAS SHRI NATHJI’S GODLINESS MANIFESTING HIMSELF. THOUGH IN SUCH ACUTE PHYSICAL SUFFERING HE WAS GIVING PEACE AND BEATITUDE TO OTHERS WITH ASSURANCES OF HIS DIVINE PROTECTION.O Lord, Pitaji has been reasonably well on Monday, and walked His 24 rounds in the big room (actually 12 large rounds) fairly well. O Lord, a countless, countless thanks to Thee. O Lord, please help us and save us – O Dear, Dear Lord, please get rid of Pitaji’s Tachycardia and Extrasystoles (ventricular ectopics), and please let Him walk 60 large rounds with a pulse rate of only 84 as in the past.“Piyaji kyaaHe also asked me for the quotation which He had temporarily ‘forgotten’ – as He was probably testing me to see whether I recalled it: