Immediately after marriage, Shri Nathji shifted to a large house in Lahore. The owner took his rent and left the city. The owner’s brother arrived on the scene later, and demanded that Shri Nathji vacate the house, since his brother, he said, had no right to rent it out. An ugly scene developed when he arrived at the house with a large group of his associates.
Shri Nathji and Savitri Devi were inside the house. Shri Nathji’s younger brother, Prem Nath, was outside, trying to reason with the man. Mrs. Gangabai Bhutt was present, along with the old lady, Mata Laxmi who was a devotee of Shri Babaji Maharaj.
As the man became violent, Mata Laxmi fell upon him and threw him to the ground with unusual strength–a miracle of her faith in Shri Nathji.
God could act either through the strength of a gigantic monkey like Hanuman, or through the frail form of an old lady!
Mrs. Gangabai Bhutt kept the crowd at bay. Her expression had assumed a fiercesome aspect. It had become dark and dreadful, like that of the goddess of wrath, Kaali. In another instant she would have been at their throats, but for the emergence of Shri Nathji from the house.
As the belligerent owner’s brother saw Shri Nathji, something happened to him. He rushed forward and fell at his feet, crying loudly in repentance. It was yet another victory for Rama. Another Ravana had been converted.
Shri Nathji was not to find peace anywhere. Time and again the powers of evil, acting through their agents on earth, would try to produce a disruption in Shri Nathji’s life. These powers of evil would follow him wherever he went. It was like the darkness which always remained on the outer fringes of light, or else in the shadows created by light.
Thieves will only come where there is a treasure, Shri Nathji would say, Chor vaheen aate hain jahaan khazaana hotaa hai!