Shri Nathji also narrates the story of the proud King who has a dream in which a mahatma takes his ‘corpse’ and tries to sell it for half a paise. No one wishes to buy it, and all shut their doors the moment they see the ‘corpse’. “Moond gayi jab aankh to phatke“When the eyes close, no one even comes close to anyone’s grave”In his mood of reverie, Shri Nathji speaks of the days of Lahore in the 1940’s when Shri Bhutt brought a friend of his, a public prosecutor, Shri Khaas Kalam, by name, for Shri Nathji’s darshan, along with others. As Shri Nathji raised his hands to bless them, they all fell unconscious in the Radiance of Shri Nathji’s Glory!“I wish you had blessed me as much as you blessed my bedroll!”Shri Nathji wrote back:“It was because you had been blessed first that your bedroll received special attention.”Shri Nathji says to the home group and Mangla:“Ye mat samjho ye vakt jaa rahaa hai! Yahi vakt hai jiske liye aap laakh chauraasi se aaye hain!“Do not think this time is simply passing away. This is the time for which you passed through 84 lakhs of births!”