The banias with their magical power caused me such hallucination. The dhundias approached me in the guise of the Sadhus and faqirs and predicted the occurrence of famine or an epidemic or some other calamity. On inquiry I realised that it was nothing but the diabolism of the banias which was similar to that of Ravana. Ravana too had deluded the great sages and other people of the world by sending his children in the guise of the Sadhus for this purpose. These devils met me in flesh and bones and not as a dreamy figures. They deprived me of my rational faculty and I started taking the simple conversation of the poor and the ordinary people as if they were uttering invective. In fact they would be discussing their day to day matters but to me their conversation. sounded offensive. I would reprimand them saying that they had no business to call me names and that I was not a ghost, but a devotee of God. Sometimes I was provoked to tile extent that I would hurl stones and shower the worst abusc at them.

I was alone and they were so many. I was physically weak, even my sight was weak, as I had undergone the diabolic torture, So when people found me abusing, they would beat me saying that I had gone mad. I would be greeted with the same treatment whichever village I visited. While beating me they would wonder as to what had happened to me.

"He was not like this earlier. He was a sane and wise person, Someone seems to have cursed him and therefore he has one mad." They were perplexed.

I would get this rough treatment wherever I went in Gujarat, Malwa, Marwad, and elsewhere. I would get a severe beating everywhere. I suffered miserably. I thought of ending my by jumping into a well, or hanging myself or consuming poison. I thought that death can rid me of all my suffering and the harsh treatment. In that miserable state I spent ten to twelve years. Then I began to think where to go. When I was in this state of despair, a cow died prematurely in village Balotara as a result of the diabolic rite of the banias. The cow was lying dead at that place throughout the night. There I was living a life of a scavenger. I worked as a labourer and a sweeper to earn my bread. When I went near the cow, the people around me advised me not to go near the dead cow. Under the diabolic influence I saw the cow moving her ear.

Castigating them I said, "The cow is alive and you say that she is. dead. I am in my senses. She is moving her ear. I've seen it with my own eyes.''

In fact the cow was dead but the diabolic influence had taken away my thinking power. It appeared to me that cow had moved her ear and she was alive. I patted the cow on her back. Lo and behold! The cow sat up. The people around me were aghast. "Do not beat him, He is no ordinary mortal. He is a sidh (one with divine powers). He has access to God. He should not be ill treated. He is a real devotee and utters nonsense only to hoodwink others," said one of them, I was in the clutches of the diabolic force. But to Others around me they had suggested as if I was a true devotee (having spiritual powers) and was posing as a mad man to others. SO the people of the world started believing that I was not insane but was behaving as such only to avoid being known as an accomplished devotee so that people of the world did not come to bother me. I was miserable but the people spread stones about Me far and wide. A number of pamphlets describing this incident Were circulated.

At Balotara, there was a servant of the banias. He performed puja (worship) at the temples of the banias. He too had lost his eye sight under the diabolic influence. When he heard about a miracle describing the story of the cow, who had been brought back to life, he came and fell on my feet. He was holding my feet and would not relax his hold. I was in so much pain owing to the effect of diabolism that even the touch of someone's clothes was unbearable. When he did not let go my feet, I shouted at him : "You wretched fellow, what can I do if you can't see? Throw dust into your eyes." I said so in anger but he thought that it was my ordainment. He obeyed dutifully and threw dust into his eyes. Surprisingly, he regained his sight. He started telling others that the person whom they were beating thinking that he was mad had cured him of his blindness. He declared me as his Guru (spiritual teacher). In another incident, in a village Khera, Pargana Malani, there was a spiritual leader of the cobblers' community.

His wife was not able to breast feed her small children, numbering four or five, because the effect of diabolism had dried up her milk. Her children died of starvation because they depended only on their mother's milk. I visited that village as a vagabond. The woman, who had heard about the miracles, held my feet and said, " Baba! my children have died for want of milk. Give me a boon so that milk is restored in my breasts."

I said, " I am a child. The world is both my father and mother. How can I say whether there will be milk in your breasts or not?" After that I sucked her breasts like an infant and there was milk in them. She was also convinced that I was a sidh having extraordinary powers. Again miracles describing this incident were circulated but I did not know anything about it. In yet another village Padru in Siwana area I saw men and children taking bath in a pond rubbing oil and soap on their bodies. Some cows and buffaloes were drinking water from that pond.

Seeing this I asked the men and children not to bathe thereAll of them, except one, a servant of the Thakur (Landlord), followed my advice and stopped bathing there. They were talking among themselves : "The baba is a man with spiritual power, though lie looks deranged. We should obey him." But the servant Of the Thakur did not agree.