The seven state

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There was one person in Maharashtra who attained this kind of state.

Nobody knew his name. He was living in a place called Akalkot, so

people used to call him Akalkot Swami. He would not speak, but

people around him knew that he was a great master. He would not

utter one word; he would not ask for anything. Day and night he was

like that, alone to himself.

 

One poor man, knowing that this is a great person, wanted some

blessing. Generally, no blessing is given; he would not speak at

all. The poor man had to have his daughter married, but he had no

funds. He went and prostrated himself before the great master of the

seventh stage that I am describing, and asked for his blessing.

 

The Swami pointed to something, the skull of a dead man. A marriage

is supposed to be a holy act, and such an inauspicious thing he is

trying to give? The man felt disgusted, but because of his faith in

the great master, he tied the skull in a rag, and went to his house,

and threw it in the rear veranda. He borrowed money and had the

marriage performed. After a month or so, when the wife was sweeping

the veranda, she hit this bundle and it burst into little shining

pieces.

 

There was no skull there. They were all little, shining stones - so

much! He took one to the shop in the market and asked, " Is this

stone of any value? "

 

" From where did you get it? " the shopkeeper asked. " This costs a

hundred thousand rupees. "

 

The man's heart broke. He went back to the old saint and prostrated

himself. " The skull has become a reservoir of gems! " he said, but

this great master would not speak one word.