Miracles

The Power of Bandhan


Banhan for the wind to stop
There was a public program in Genoa in 2000 and there were only two people on the stage. I was there holding the light because I was concerned it might fall. Genoa is very windy, because it is on the sea. But it was so windy that if Shri Mataji were to give Realization, people would say that the cool breeze was the wind, as the decorations were all blowing around. I noticed that under her blanket She was making bandhans.

After She had given the bandhans, within two minutes the entire place became still and not even a leaf was moving. Then She gave the people Self Realization.
Hassan R.

How the bucket with the cement never ended
When we were in Brompton Square in July 1983, Shri Mataji was still doing some work in the house.The Italian boys were doing the pavement with blocks of Carrara marble.
Shri Mataji asked me and another boy to put some marble tiles on the floor. I had never done this before, but She told me to try.
We started, and some time later, Shri Mataji Herself came to see how the work was going and when we told Her that we were running out of cement. We had only done one corner of the room and had used half our last bag. We asked an English person to go to the shops and buy more, but he soon returned saying the shops were closed. Shri Mataji very gently pointed out the urgency of finishing that day and then She smiled.
“Just give a bandhan,” She said.

I thought maybe this meant that we would find a shop open.
“Don’t worry, just keep going on with your work,” said Shri Mataji.
It was my job to mix the cement with the water and the more I took out from the sack, the more I found inside. When we finished the marble floor, we found we still had cement left over, which turned out to be precisely sufficient to tile the corridor leading to the kitchen. The bucket emptied just as we finished.
While we were working, a little child walked up to the freshly laid tiles and disturbed them. When the child had left we spent a few minutes putting the tiles back into place.

Giovanni had just finished the tiling and he had put two pieces of wood on the entrance of the dining room because he didn’t want the people to step on the tiles just yet. Then Shri Mataji came down the stairs and into the corridor, which was also just done and he had put some wooden pieces there too. She walked on the corridor and She went to the dining room, looked inside and went in. Giovanni was thinking: ‘Oh, now I am going to have to do it all again.’ I was also sure it must be all out of place and would have to be redone.

‘Well,’ we thought to ourselves, ‘that’s fine. We can reset the tiles afterwards, no problem.’ But when She left, we looked closely and discovered that the only tiles that had moved were those which we ourselves had slightly mis-set. Now even they were in exactly the right position.
Duilio C.

Immediately they changed the attitue
It was the first time Shri Mataji had come to Rome, in November 1981. We were at the airport. I had met Shri Mataji for the first time only about five or six days before, when She had arrived in Rome, and I was travelling back to London with Her. She had done some shopping and there was a lot of hand luggage. I had taken an economy class plane ticket, and Shri Mataji had her business class plane ticket.

We arrived at the gate and the flight attendants started shouting at Shri Mataji because She had too much hand luggage. I was very worried and a bit panicky, but Shri Mataji said She was thirsty, so I went to fetch her a cup of tea. On the way I gave a bandhan for this situation to solve itself because I was worried about all this hand luggage.

When I came back, I could not believe it. Before this, the airline attendants were being so aggressive with Shri Mataji. Now they were so kind and even said they would accompany us right to the plane. They carried our hand luggage, and even upgraded me to business class so I could sit next to Shri Mataji. I was absolutely stunned, and Shri Mataji laughed.

“Did you give a bandhan for the situation to change?” She said.
“Yes,” I replied. It was just so amazing to see these people change their attitudes so much.
Eleonora F.


How the bandhan actually works
Myself and another lady from Switzerland were in Poland in the early 1980’s, doing an introductory programme. We were giving vibrations to people and there were only the two of us, and five hundred new people queuing, so we couldn’t give much attention to every single person. We just gave a bandhan before and the Kundalini did the work. Many felt the cool breeze.

Later when Shri Mataji came to Warsaw, we told her about this. We said it was like phoning to the divine power. Shri Mataji said:
“Do you know what it means when you do the bandhan? It is like when you make a circle in the water and it goes deep, like a turbulence. And when you do this on your hand, you do the same in the param chaitanya (the all pervading, divine power). It’s acting immediately.”
Christine H.

The power of collective bandhan
In 1989 my father was in intensive care in a Sydney hospital after a series of cardiac arrests. I had returned home to Brisbane after spending two weeks with him, when word came that he was getting very weak and could no longer even prop himself up in bed.

After two phone calls to other Sahaja Yogis in Brisbane, everyone put him into bandhan and worked on him with their attention.
The following morning a phone call came from my mother to say that the doctors were absolutely astounded, unable to believe it was the same patient as the previous day. My father was sitting in a chair beside his hospital bed, eating breakfast and reading the newspaper. All the medical staff were talking about it with astonishment.
Lyn R.

The story of the yacht and the helicopter
When we give a person a bandhan, we surrender the problem to the divine attention. One night I was driving along the coast to visit a friend, near Sydney, Australia. This particular night a very fierce storm was raging along the coast, with driving rain, gale force winds, and freezing temperatures. As I drove, I kept thinking to myself what a terrible night to be outside. As I drove, I listened to the radio. A news reader announced that there was an emergency. A yacht had been battling the gale force winds and was trying to make it to a safe haven; however it was still a few miles from the coast. The news reader said that mountainous seas had closed the port so that no rescue ship could go out to help.

I hoped the crew would be rescued. I continued on my journey, but the weather got even worse. About fifteen minutes later the news reader gave us an update, and said the rescue helicopter could see the two crew members on the deck, but because of the winds and the huge seas the helicopter could not get close enough to winch the men to safety. He said that the helicopter would have to return to the shore, taking with it the men's last hope of rescue, as the yacht was sinking. The report was coming live from the helicopter.

Suddenly, I realized that there was something I could do to help. I pulled the car over to the curb and started to place the men in a bandhan, then resumed my journey. I continued to listen to the radio, but nothing more was mentioned that night.

The following morning we were enjoying breakfast together and one of the people I lived with read us a miracle story on the front page. I listened in amazement as he related the story of the yacht and the helicopter. As the helicopter was leaving the men to their fate, they reported that a huge wave, bigger than any they had seen that night had swamped the vessel. They felt sure the men were finished, but to their amazement they later heard that the wave had picked up the two men and carried them for over a kilometre to the safety of the beach. Both men had woken up safe on the beach.

I then related the story of the previous night to everyone and how at about the moment of the sinking I had put the men into bandhan.
Chris K.

Children saved form the hostage
One evening I was driving home in Melbourne, Australia. The radio was on in my car and suddenly my attention was taken with the news flash that a man had taken some children hostage at a nearby kindergarten. The man held the children captive in the bathroom area of the kindergarten. He was crazed and desperate, the children scared and crying.

Perhaps because of my experience in a kindergarten, I was able to project somehow into the situation and I became overwhelmed by an urgent and deep desire to do something to help. I gave a bandhan, which I did with passion, praying in sheer desperation. Five minutes later I arrived home, switched on the radio and learned that the man had suddenly and for no apparent reason given himself up and the children were safe from further harm.
Sandra C.


Driving force
In Delhi I had gone to the house of Shri Mataji at the appointed time. I was late and felt a bit guilty. The car was fine until I got just in front of Shri Mataji’s house and then it stopped. It just wouldn’t go, no matter how many times I tried. Eventually some other people tried to get it to go. Then later the car started, but I was feeling guilty that I was late for Shri Mataji. I saw Shri Mataji in the room when I came in, and apologised for having been delayed. She said it was all right and we got into my car and drove off together.

As we drove off, I asked some other people to drive with us in case my car should break down again, so we should have another car just in case. Once on the road the other cars went on ahead. In a while my car did start to misbehave and I apologised again. She said it was all right and just gave some bandhans to the dashboard. As soon as Shri Mataji gave the bandhan, the engine picked up and became normal again and there was no problem.
“See, it works. Sahaja works,” She said.
The next day I took it to the garage and they said everything was perfect.
Tara Ch.


Protection in the war
I am an army officer and was posted to Kargil, North India, during Operation Vijay. This incident and miracle occurred when I was there. One day I along with some 15-20 other soldiers was sitting inside a bunker when suddenly enemy shells started falling on our camp. Initially it was light shelling and soon became very heavy. Shells were falling all around our bunker and the whole bunker was shaking badly. I gave a bandhan and prayed: ‘please save all the people of our camp’. This shelling continued for about five hours continuously with small breaks in between. But by Sri Mataji’s grace not even one person of our camp (approximately 150 people were there at that time) was hurt or not even a scratch came to them. Later when the shelling stopped in the evening, we saw that shells had fallen all around our bunkers but not even one shell out of about 2500 shells that were fired on us had fallen on any of the bunkers where people were hiding, and everybody was saved.

Shells had fallen on our rooms, on our office complex, on our store houses but it was as if the divine power had put her protective shield on all of us and we all came out safe and sound.
Naveen N.


Mysterious hand
A few years ago, in the 1980’s, I woke up in the middle of the night, in Pune, India with an awful fear and foreboding for my brother, who lived several miles away in a nearby village. Somehow I knew he was in grave danger. I immediately placed him in bandhan and prayed to Shri Mataji to look after him. It was all I could do. The vibrations felt cool and so, reassured, I lay down again and went off to sleep.

The next day, news reached me from my brother's village of a sensational story which was the talk of the area. At the precise moment I had woken up with such fear in my heart, my brother had fallen down a well, having missed his footing in the darkness of the night. But as he fell, believing himself to be lost, a hand came down, grabbed his outstretched arm and heaved him out onto the ground by the side of the well. With the shock of the moment he could remember little of what had happened, but one amazing detail stuck in his mind. "It must have been a lady," he said; "I can just remember seeing glass bangles, which sparkled in the dim light and hearing them jingle as I was pulled out."
Mr. Das


Bandhan works for finding things
In November 1988 I was working in our garden in Vienna and left two big piles of garden rubbish in the garden. Then, I went for a walk with my grandson. I had to get the pushchair from the greenhouse, which has two rooms. In the first one there were all the pushchairs, suitcases and bicycles. In the second one we kept the gardening things. Since there was always a lack of space, I had to dig out the pushchair.

On the next evening, I got a shock when I realized that my platinum and diamond ring was not on my finger any more. I started to think where it could be. The only solution was that I had lost it working in the garden. There was little chance of finding it, but I wanted to give it a try.

Before I started I and all the Sahaja Yogis there put the matter in a bandhan. I went in the greenhouse to fetch myself a rake for searching in the two big piles of garden rubbish, but somehow I did not go in the room where we keep all the tools. I made a mistake, even though I have been in our greenhouse thousands of times, and found myself in the other room, where all the pushchairs were. I had not intended to go there. As I looked on the floor I saw my ring laying there, almost invisible. I must have lost it by getting the pushchair ready and not while working in the garden.
The real miracle was how I was guided to the place where I lost my ring.
Erna E.


Making tea sweet
I was visiting St Petersburg, Russia and saw how the Sahaja Yogis there overcame their economic problems.
Normally when they had their weekly Sahaja Yoga programmes, the Sahaja Yogis in St. Petersburg would always give the children who came very sweet tea, and apple and cake. At that time they were very short of money and did not even have any sugar for the tea so they made it without sugar. Then Nicolle saw all the Russian Sahaja Yogis making bandhans. She asked them what they were doing and they said they were asking for the tea to become sweet. She couldn’t really believe this, but when she drank it, it was completely sweet and all the children drank two or three cups.
Katya L.