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tighter, others cut into his veins with knives (no longer small
ones, but now the type used for butchering animals).
“There must be another drop left. There must be,” they
cried furiously.
As his beloved devotees watched, the last drop of life blood
was cut from their great sanyasi, who had once overflowed
with life, with vigor, with dynamism. Now he hung, lifeless,
still in the ropes which had tied him, completely desiccated.
However, they noticed, there was a smile on his limp and
pallid face.
“Just five minutes,” we plead. “Just step foot in my house
to bless it…just take one meal at my home.” It may not be
physical blood we demand, but both our desperation and
the effects on the saints is the same. “But, I’ve waited 5
years. But I’ve come from America. Please, Maharajji, just
five minutes….but Maharajji, my daughter said she won’t
get married unless you are there…but, I can not go into
surgery unless you come to the hospital…but it would mean
so much to us if you could just come to our home for 10
minutes…”
When we go to visit a saint, rarely do we ask when he last
took his meal or what his usual time for rest is. “It’s only 5
minutes,” we convince ourselves. “Just one drop, one drop
of blood…” When we are blessed enough to have a saint
at our home, rarely do we say to him, “Go to sleep. You
must be tired. You have sat with people [or worked] all
day long.” Rather, we think “But, it’s only once a year he
comes,” or “But this is the first time we’ve ever had him
alone.”
“Just one drop…just one drop and then we’ll let you take
rest.”
Sure, it is only five minutes, or one hour, or one night. For
us. But, we do not have the vision to see the streams of
people, flooding out to the horizon, who will beg for “just
five minutes,” after we have had ours. Rarely, even do we
lift our eyes to look.
“But,” you may ask, “if the saint healed so many with his
blood, why does it matter that he died? His purpose on
Earth and his desire were to heal people. So, why does it
matter that he lost his physical body in the meantime?”
The answer is that a doctor could have healed most of the
physical ailments that came to him. Those suffering from
emotional/psychological problems could probably have
been helped had they put into practice that which he taught
in his lectures. He did not need to give his actual blood to
so many. But, it is easier to get the “instant cure,” easier to
let him place the blood on us than to make the trip to the
doctor and take the medicine he prescribes, or to implement
the necessary diet of less fat, less sugar, no meat, etc.
It is easier to be cured by someone than to cure ourselves.
Somehow, when a saint speaks in public, giving instructions
and messages publicly, we think that it pertains to
everyone but us. “But I need to speak to him personally,”
we decide. “My problem is different.” Rarely do we take a
saint’s “no” as “no.” We know that if we plead harder, beg
more desperately that they will give in, because they truly
are in the service of humanity.
But, do we want to milk the blood from their bodies? Do
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