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Shri Nathji had called Victor driver from Delhi, and he was behind the wheel. As the car started, Shri Nathji raised his hands in a gesture of blessings to the devotees assembled there. Everyone broke out into tears. The separation from Shri Nathji was unbearable; it was tearing apart the hearts and souls of all gathered there, just like it had torn apart the hearts and souls of the multitudes that had come to see him off at Chanda, Rajamundry, Calcutta and Nagpur.
There were the plaintive notes of a bhajan ringing in the air, even as Shri Nathji blessed the devotees gathered around him and continued to shower his endless love:

“Ai Nathji ham se bichhar chale
Ik Prem Sandeshaa chhorr chale

Nathji is separating from us,
Leaving behind his Message of Love”

Only those who had felt the nearness and the love of Shri Nathji could fathom the extent of the sorrow that affected the hearts of those from whom he separated.
Shri Nathji was the Universal Soul, he was the soul of every soul and the heart of every heart. How could anyone in the world accept separation from him?
And yet in a miraculous way he consoled them from within their hearts. Suddenly they seemed able to bear the sorrow of parting from him. Had Shri Nathji not done that many would have died from the sheer shock of seeing him go.