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SACRED DROPS OF BLOOD
There was once a very great sanyasi; he possessed the
ability to transform people by his mere words. The sound
of his voice carried listeners into the stillest, most peaceful
meditation. But, he wanted to do more for the world.
His vision was to help all of humanity, to be of service to
all those he met, to heal the world on a massive scale.
He prayed to God to give him the ability to save people’s
lives. “You cannot save everyone; you can not be of service
to everyone. Just keep speaking, keep chanting, keep writing,
keep praying. In this way you will really heal,” God said
to him.
But the saint was not persuaded. “Please, God, let me be of
service – of direct service – to all. Let me save people’s
lives.”
The sanyasi had performed so much tapasya and was so
pure in his desire to help, that God granted him the boon
of being able to save the life of anyone who came to him.
He had simply to take a drop of his blood and place it on
the patient’s upper lip. Any ailment would be cured; any
suffering would immediately be alleviated. The saint was
exuberant; his dream had been fulfilled. Now he felt that
he would really be able to save the world and to cure those
who came to him.
The first day four people came. For each person, he simply
pricked the tip of his finger with a needle and the blood
came out. One small drop had such miraculous healing powers.
That night, the selfless saint had a beaming smile on
his face for those whom he had cured.
The next day, forty people came, having heard of his miraculous
powers. For each he squeezed a small drop of blood
from his finger and blessed them as he placed it on their
upper lip. Each was instantly cured. Paralysis, leprosy, depression,
anxiety – all disappeared with the simple drop of
the sanyasi’s blood. As word spread throughout the land,
more and more people flocked to his healing magic. And
the sanyasi was in bliss – here he was using his simple Godgiven
blood to cure so many. He dispensed these drops
freely – with no hesitation, no discrimination, no vacation.
“I am in your service…” he would say.
Soon, thousands were flooding the simple ashram in which
he lived; they were overflowing in the streets. The saint
was dispensing the equivalent of cups of blood each day.
But, he did not even notice. Such was his dedication and
devotion to those whom he was curing. He sat, in meditative
bliss, as he squeezed first his fingertip, then the veins
in his arm to dispense blood to those in need.
It was not long before the sanyasi had to squeeze harder
in order to coax the blood from his body. Soon, a mere
needle prick was not a large enough opening; he needed
small knives to pierce the prominent veins of his forearms
and legs. From there, the blood flowed freely again, and
all were relieved. However, soon, even those veins were no
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