Here is a a testimonial of walking without pain in India with faith, and the grace of Mohanji
by Mirna Simić, Macedonia
India first welcomed me on February 22, 2025, at dawn. I stepped off the plane and, with my European stride, and started walking on this incredible land. From that moment on, my step no longer had the same rhythm. At the airport in Delhi, I was greeted by sculptures of hands offering something. To me, they offered something I would first describe with the word—hope. Later, that turned into the word—faith, but more on that later. Walking from Terminal 1, where we landed, to Terminal 2 (where we waited for our flight to Prayagraj and the Maha Kumbh Mela), my travel companion, who had once lived in New Delhi, said: “I can’t wait to breathe this air.” The two of us travelling with her just smiled. Later, I would come to understand the true meaning of those words.
We arrived in Prayagraj around 7 PM—just in time! Aarati was beginning, and the celebration of Mohanji’s birthday was eagerly awaited. I had no desire even to unpack; I simply showered in an outdoor bathroom, poured water over myself from a bucket, and left my things in the tent where I slept with five other women. Nothing bothered me; everything felt magical—just as I had subconsciously imagined it should be. I will write about the Maha Kumbh Mela and the divine force and universe called Shirdi and Sai Baba another time. There are too many memories—I fear I’ll lose the thread.
Today, my intention is to write about my Father – Mohan, Mohanji.
My bone issues from an early age and seven surgeries on my left leg indirectly led me to my Father. Directly, it was the plea of my consciousness and soul. It wasn’t just a plea or a wish—it was a desperate cry for higher understanding, for truth, for guidance. My loved ones know this well—but that is not the topic now. He is the topic. Mohanji. My Father. And his leelas (divine plays, miracles). There are probably many more significant and striking ones, but I can only speak of my own. And I want you to know about it. I want to always remember it with the same conviction and awareness I had in the moment of realization.
On October 13, 2024, in Mavrovo, Macedonia, I told him about my leg problems. I hadn’t mentioned it before, even though many people knew. I didn’t speak about the financial cost of surgery in Barcelona (which I couldn’t afford) because I always believed that such elevated beings should not be burdened with material concerns—it seemed meaningless to me. I only said that after seven surgeries on the same leg, I no longer had the mental strength to go through it again. That was the essence.
He simply said: “I will be with you during the surgery, and you will be fine.” The next day, still in Mavrovo, we began our journey home—760 km. While my husband was loading the suitcases into the car, my phone rang. It was the Health Center in Bijeljina. The Orthopedic Council from Banja Luka was urgently calling me in for an examination—the next day. I was a thousand kilometres away—shocked, not because of the distance—I could manage that—but because they had rejected me three times before with only two sentences of explanation. What had changed?
Of course – Mohanji. That was the change.
It’s hard to explain such non-visible things, even to those closest to me. After a nine-hour journey, we arrived home, slept briefly, and left at dawn for Banja Luka. The appointment was scheduled for 10 AM. We arrived on time, and I learned in the hallway that the doctor was in surgery. When he finally saw me, he didn’t even want to discuss my case. He was already determined: the surgery in Spain was unnecessary, and the state should not fund it. The conversation was so meaningless that my medical documentation had already been returned to the local health centre.
I was left speaking with a man who had decided my fate without even reviewing my records. For a moment, I felt desperate—but I didn’t give up. I took a deep breath, called upon Mohanji in my thoughts, and asked for help. What I said to that doctor in the next 15 minutes is still a mystery to me. Those words, the courage that emerged, and all the pain I had endured for 21 years surged from me like a flood.
Do you know what happened?! Without a single medical document, the man who had been determined to reject me—gave me a referral for surgery in Barcelona. I walked out of his office with the signed paper, speechless. There was nothing more to say. Everything I needed to say had already been spoken behind those closed doors. I simply thought: “Bravo, Mirna. And thank you, Father Mohanji!”
What followed were various bureaucratic hurdles around the surgery—which continue even today. But despite everything, I firmly believe in miracles and that with unwavering faith and the support of a Guru, all obstacles can be overcome. At the end of October, knowing that the Maha Kumbh Mela happens once every 144 years, I was determined not to miss it. Everyone asked how. How would I, with my injured leg, manage such a difficult and uncertain journey? How would I carry 30 kg suitcases alone (strictly forbidden for me)? It sounded crazy, didn’t it? Everyone around me thought it was impossible, even reckless—except me.
Some incredible courage and faith were pulling me forward. Despite the many challenges in making this trip happen, I accepted them as tests of my faith—and overcame them with even more enthusiasm. At one point, when the trip seemed uncertain, I went to Mohanji’s Peace Center in Obrenovac. I attended aarati and afterwards wrote a letter to Sai Baba, expressing my wish. I left it to him—to decide whether it was meant for me.
Five days later, the invitation to India arrived. Just as I will always be grateful to Sai Baba and the tradition for taking me to the Maha Kumbh Mela, I will always be grateful to Dalila for inviting me. As my departure date neared, things became complicated. My leg ached (worse in winter), and fear crept in—would I be able to endure it? Looking back now, I realized that everyone around me discouraged me from going (some remained neutral). Only my daughter and husband supported me.
My 12-year-old daughter said at one point: “But, Mom, you have to go. You’ll endure it. Everything will be fine. Your leg will hurt, so what? Mohanji is there!”
Those words became my guide in moments of fear. Back to the beginning—we landed in Delhi and waited several hours for our flight to Prayagraj. Everything that followed is now history—moments etched into eternity. For 21 years, I endured constant pain in my left leg. My right leg, bearing the extra burden, hurt too. If I had even one day of greater physical strain, the next morning, I couldn’t stand on my left leg without support. But in Prayagraj, later in Lucknow, Shirdi, and Delhi—I had no pain for the first time in 21 years! I endured incredible physical exertion—and still, there was no pain. I didn’t dare say anything at the time, fearing it was temporary.
But today, after returning home—I’m sure. Everyone should know! This story has no end—perhaps because it is a fairy tale.
Or it is Mohanji’s leela!
|| JAI BRAHMARISHI MOHANJI ||
Edited & Published by – Testimonials Team, 15th July 2025
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