An itinerant Sadhu came to a certain place along with his young disciple. The routine was that the disciple should go for alms, and after collecting sufficient provisions, come back to the Guru. Both would then cook food from the provisions thus secured and satisfy their hunger.
As usual, the disciple, who was yet a boy, started in the morning on his daily Bhiksha. When he was passing through a lane he was called by an astrologer who sat on the verandah of his house waiting for customers. Having had no customers till then and finding no work to do he asked the boy to sit by his side. Taking that moment as the basis, the astrologer studied the planets governing the life of the boy and found out that the boy, according to his reading, should die the next day. The astrologer told this anticipated event to the boy.
The boy hearing the prediction of the astrologer was thoroughly frightened. He could not collect the Bhiksha for the day, but hurriedly went back to his Guru. With tears in his eyes he told his Master about the dire prediction of the astrologer. Then the Guru calmly replied, "Look here my boy, nothing is going to happen to you tomorrow. You will be all right."
Next day, the Guru, lest the boy should be scared at the thought of the predicted death, kept the boy with him the whole day. The boy was safe and sound. The day passed. On the following day the boy was asked to go for Bhiksha in the usual course. The boy again happened to pass through the same lane in which the astrologer lived. The astrologer was astounded to find him alive, contrary to his prediction. He called the boy, asked him who his Guru was, and expressed a wish to have his Darshan.
Accordingly, led by the boy, the astrologer went to the Sadhu whose disciple the boy was. The boy introduced the astrologer to his Guru. The Sadhu looked at the astrologer and said, "You frightened my disciple unnecessarily. Do you think he will meet with any harm so long as he is under my protection? It was unwise of you to have upset the mind of the boy by saying that he would die yesterday."
Such is the power of saints.
http://www.anandashram.org/html/ebooks/Stories_as_told_by_SwamiRamdas.pdf
As usual, the disciple, who was yet a boy, started in the morning on his daily Bhiksha. When he was passing through a lane he was called by an astrologer who sat on the verandah of his house waiting for customers. Having had no customers till then and finding no work to do he asked the boy to sit by his side. Taking that moment as the basis, the astrologer studied the planets governing the life of the boy and found out that the boy, according to his reading, should die the next day. The astrologer told this anticipated event to the boy.
The boy hearing the prediction of the astrologer was thoroughly frightened. He could not collect the Bhiksha for the day, but hurriedly went back to his Guru. With tears in his eyes he told his Master about the dire prediction of the astrologer. Then the Guru calmly replied, "Look here my boy, nothing is going to happen to you tomorrow. You will be all right."
Next day, the Guru, lest the boy should be scared at the thought of the predicted death, kept the boy with him the whole day. The boy was safe and sound. The day passed. On the following day the boy was asked to go for Bhiksha in the usual course. The boy again happened to pass through the same lane in which the astrologer lived. The astrologer was astounded to find him alive, contrary to his prediction. He called the boy, asked him who his Guru was, and expressed a wish to have his Darshan.
Accordingly, led by the boy, the astrologer went to the Sadhu whose disciple the boy was. The boy introduced the astrologer to his Guru. The Sadhu looked at the astrologer and said, "You frightened my disciple unnecessarily. Do you think he will meet with any harm so long as he is under my protection? It was unwise of you to have upset the mind of the boy by saying that he would die yesterday."
Such is the power of saints.
http://www.anandashram.org/html/ebooks/Stories_as_told_by_SwamiRamdas.pdf
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