Category: Living Divine

In the days when Mahant Swami Maharaj was serving as the head of the Mumbai Mandir, his life was filled with countless responsibilities. As the Mahant, he cared for many sadhus and devotees, each with their own unique personalities and needs. Among them was one individual known for his difficult nature and strong dislike for a particular dish. One day, during a communal meal with the sadhus, this very dish was mistakenly served to him. Unable to control his anger, the man not only complained but went so far as to hurl the food in frustration. The plate struck none [Read More…]

In 1989, in the town of Bharuch, a grand celebration had just concluded. The occasion was the birthday of Pramukh Swami Maharaj, and the festivities had gone late into the night. By 1 a.m., the grounds had quieted. Mahant Swami, having just completed his decorative seva, was walking back with another sadhu—his body tired, his eyes heavy with sleep. But as they passed under the mandap, he noticed something that made him pause. A few volunteers, who had selflessly served all day, were now fast asleep on the cold ground, shivering in the chilly night. Without a word, Mahant Swami [Read More…]

On a serene day in Edison, USA, on September 13, 2017, Mahant Swami Maharaj had just completed the sacred murti-pratishtha of Ghanshyam Maharaj. The rituals had concluded, and the air was thick with devotion as the annakut preparations began. Amidst the movement, the arrangement of offerings, and the reverent chatter, Swamishri quietly sat down on the carpeted floor. There was no chair. But there was also no sign of discomfort, no request, not even a glance. With eyes closed and heart immersed in divine reflection, he remained composed and content. That moment etched itself into the hearts of everyone present. [Read More…]

In the quiet village of Bijal, a young man named Vitthalbhai Rathva chose a path not often taken—one of silent strength and unwavering faith. His home was far from spiritual: meat was a staple at every meal, and prayer had no place. Yet, without complaint or confrontation, Vitthalbhai committed to a personal journey of devotion. For three years, he drew water from the river, cooked his own meals, and upheld his spiritual discipline in an environment that offered no support. He never raised his voice or demanded change. Instead, he led with quiet love. In 1997, he took a simple [Read More…]