By Sajith Menon, Dubai
When Gurulight announced ‘The Divine Trails’ to Kolkata with Mohanji from November 22nd to 25th, 2024, a subtle vibration awakened in my heart—a silent yet powerful calling. I didn’t know whether it would be possible to attend. There were doubts, uncertainties, and practical concerns. But beyond all of that, a single truth stood firm and unwavering within me: I just wanted to be with Mohanji.
Without analyzing anything, I surrendered to that inner pull and registered. At that time, I hadn’t even made the payment. Yet my heart knew—I had offered my intent, and now the path would unfold as it must. A few days later, I received a confirmation email from the Gurulight team. A wave of joy rushed over me. I made a partial payment—thanks to the kindness and support of Preethi Gopalaratnam, who stood as an instrument of divine compassion during this time. Only after this step did I apply for leave, already feeling that something far greater than me was guiding each movement.
Then came the next wave of divine alignment—The Divine Trails of Gujarat with Mohanji, November 29th to December 5th was announced. My heart again surged with longing. Even though I wasn’t sure if I could manage, I still registered. I was no longer operating from planning or control—I was flowing in surrender, allowing the path to reveal itself. Soon, the announcement of The Divine Trails of Shirdi from 17th to 22nd Dec arrived. Oh, how my soul yearned to be there. But I knew my leave would be over by then, and I’d have to return to Dubai. I didn’t register. So, I let it go. Or so I thought. But Mohanji had another plan for me—a leela that would unfold in divine time.
As the date for Kolkata approached, I reached India, filled with excitement and reverence to walk these sacred trails and, above all, to be in Mohanji’s divine presence. I had booked flights from Calicut to Bangalore and from Bangalore to Kolkata. My Bangalore flight was scheduled for 7:15 PM on November 21st. But on the morning of the same day, I woke up to a message from Indigo: The flight was cancelled due to technical issues. A situation that might have stirred panic in the mind instead brought stillness. There was no anxiety—only calm awareness. It was as if an invisible force held me gently, whispering, Be still. I am with you.
I checked for alternatives. I had to reach Kolkata by the morning of November 22nd for the program. No other flights were available from Calicut. But from Kochi—five hours away—I found a 10 PM flight to Bangalore. Without hesitation, I booked it. I didn’t think about how I’d reach Kochi in time. I simply trusted. Later, I discovered a train from Nilambur to Angamaly at 3:15 PM. That, too, aligned perfectly. As if Mohanji was saying, You walk in faith—I’ll lay the track before you. I reached Kochi Airport by 7:30 PM, and every step was guided in silence.
Let me pause and go back a bit. My Bangalore to Kolkata flight was scheduled at 4:30 AM on November 22nd. Had I taken my original flight from Calicut, I would have arrived in Bangalore by 8:15 PM on the 21st, with a long 8-hour layover ahead. I had no idea what to do during that time. But again, grace made its move. On November 20th, while discussing my journey with my cousin, he unexpectedly offered me his credit card so I could access airport lounges. I gratefully accepted.
Mohanji’s subtle hand was already at work—preparing the comfort before the discomfort appeared. In my mind, I had planned to use the lounge at Bangalore Airport to rest. But divine will had other intentions. My Kochi flight got delayed by over an hour, allowing me instead to use the lounge at Kochi. I had food, rested, and rejuvenated until 11 PM. I finally landed in Bangalore at 12:30 AM. When I tried to use the lounge there, I was told the cardholder needed to be present. So, I sat near the terminal gate—calm, aware, accepting.
At that moment, it all became clear: Had my original Calicut flight not been cancelled, I would have spent those long hours without proper food or rest. But Mohanji, in his infinite compassion, rearranged the entire journey for my well-being. This is the Master’s way—he doesn’t always prevent the storm, but he ensures you remain untouched by it.
I reached Kolkata Airport at 7:15 AM on November 22nd and waited for Anusha, a fellow traveler from the Mohanji UAE family. We took a cab together to our hotel. On the way, we saw a message from Preethi in the group: Mohanji will be at the venue at 10 AM. We urged the driver to hurry, but our old Ambassador car could only go so fast. We reached the hotel at 10.15 AM—Anusha’s room was on the 2nd floor, mine on the 3rd— quickly freshened up and headed to the venue. We arrived by 10:35 AM.
As I walked through the doors of the hall, my heart stopped—there he was. Mohanji. As our eyes met, he looked at me and smiled—the kind of smile that pierces through veils and speaks directly to the soul. In that moment, time dissolved, identity vanished, and all that remained was presence—his divine presence. A satsang was in progress, and someone was translating his words into Bengali. Mohanji looked at me and asked, “When did you come? Did you come directly from Dubai?” I was stunned. He knew everything. Of course, he did. Yet he asked—not to gain information but to offer intimacy, love, and acknowledgement. He allowed me the gift of feeling seen, loved, and held.
After the satsang, he called for a group photo. I stood next to him. He looked into my eyes, asked me a few personal questions, and gently held my waist, patting me affectionately. I melted. How can one describe such a moment? It is not emotion. It is not excitement. It is a sacred remembrance of who we truly are in the mirror of a living Master. Mohanji, to me, is the very embodiment of unconditional love, timeless grace, and absolute selflessness. He takes care of every being who connects with him—not always in ways we expect, but always in ways we need.
Whether seen or unseen, he walks with us, silently transforming, gently uplifting. In his divine presence, I was reminded once more that the true pilgrimage is not a journey through places, but a sacred walk into the heart of surrender. Each moment, every turn in the path was lovingly orchestrated by the Master—not to test, but to transform. What unfolded in the days that followed were not merely events but sacred revelations—unseen hands guiding, silent whispers of grace. This divine Leela continues… in the next part.
Aum Parabrahmane Vidmahe
Shiva Thatwaya Deemahee
Thanno Mohana Prachodayat
|| JAI BRAHMARISHI MOHANJI ||
Edited & Published by – Testimonials Team, 5th June 2025
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