The yogi who lived over 500 years, a case of “transmigration”?

DhIt seems that there was a yogi who was part of the catechism of immortal people, his name is Devraha Hans Baba, and it is said that he lived between 250 and 500 years, others believe that he lived even for 800 years. According to some sources, the mysterious Indian Devraha Baba was born in 1447 and died in 1990. And it is said that in 1990, when he decided to ascend to heaven, after three months his most beloved disciple, a young priest, went through a strange metamorphosis: his appearance and behavior changed, and he began to look strikingly like his master, Devraha Hans Baba.

A great mystery: The Master denied his aging body and, through “transmigration”, entered a young body, thus continuing his teaching of teachings. It is not the first case of its kind. And the monks resort to this process of “transmigration”.

But who is this Devraha Hans Baba? It is said that he was one of the most famous yogis in the history of India. He entered the legends and legends claim that this great saint, did not need food and never wore clothes, whether it was winter or summer. He used to sit naked, on a high platform, and mutter devotional songs addressed to the gods.

His songs, murmured in a mysterious language, could not be translated. Specialists who studied his case say that the yogi had passed well over the age of 250. His life was one entirely dedicated to spirituality. He never eats anything, instead he drinks all the time the water from the Yamuna River.

dh1Other sources such as, for example, Wikipedia, say that they would have lived 150 years or more (M: 19 nau 1990), but the sources for such statements are lost in time, can not be identified . He lived all his life semi-naked on a 3.7 meter high wooden platform, near a river, where he occasionally took a bath, and wore a small deer skin around his body. He used to say that he was not old and that he was born from the Yamuna River, when he was blessed by Krishna. Witnesses say the Indian was surpirns sitting under water for even an hour. It is said that he heals people, using only the power of words or simply touching them with his feet. About 3,000 people flocked to his platform every day, some for advice and others to be healed. He could understand the language of animals, heal any obala and see the future. In the past, he has made predictions about the political future of different countries. For these, he was arrested, but as a result of Indira Gandhi’s personal intervention, Devraha Hans Baba predicted the day she would die. His fame went around the world, being visited by famous personalities such as the Sultan of Brunei, by actors such as Liz Taylor, Roger Moore, Gorbachev, King George V (n 1910), but also by the rulers of India who wanted blessings before the general elections. The Gandhi Bend to Singh Buta are mentioned here. Rajiv Gandhi and his wife, Sonia Gandhi, visited him for 40 minutes during the 1989 election. Devraha Baba used her feet to bless Him.

In an interview with a writer, the president of India, Rajendra Prasad, (born in 1884) said that between 1889 and 1900, when he was a child, at the age of five to six, he often went with his parents to visit Devraha Baba. The yogi was very old. If he died in 1990, and legends say that he lived 150 years, the calculation shows that the yogi was born in 1840. During Rajendra Prasad’s childhood he should have been 60 years old, but the president said that the yogi was already very old, and this fact remains a mystery. He was probably around 100 years old, which means that Devraha Hans Baba lived about 190 years, We are approaching, with the calculations of the legendary age of 250 years.

According to other mathematical reckonings, the mysterious Devraha Baba would have been born in 1447. Here is an interesting description of the English writer George Willis who visited the master in 1980:

dh2“Radia always love. It was an incarnation of love, He spiritually blessed all those who came to pay homage to Him, Many appeared there out of curiosity, to see this great illustrious saint.

They asked for blessings, people from all over India, and from all walks of life, be they ministers, presidents, saints, yogis, priests, rich, or poor. We saw on the other side of the river, a wooden cottage on poles, built on the beach. There, in that coabana, was Devraha Baba. We crossed the river and got in front of the master. He touched me slightly on the top and looked at me for a long time and then nodded a few times.

He muttered a Sanskrit mantra and asked me to repeat after him. With the exception of the word “Krishna,” I didn’t understand anything in that language. Then he offered me sugar candy. There were so many that I couldn’t keep them with both tomorrow. With difficulties I wrapped them in a sal, including those that landed in the sand. Then he blessed me and then sent me to life, far away. He turned to others, who came by car, with baskets full of fruit, for him. I returned to my hotel room with a sense of deep love. I noticed that Devraha Baba left me. I went every morning to see him. He liked to stay longer in the puddle. From below you could only see his head with unpaired hair and you could distinguish his blue eyes. But many times, his arms strangely hung on the railing and from time to time they generously stood up and blessed those who approached. One day I did not find it in the balcony. He was probably bathing in the river. I waited for him. The sand was burning beneath me.

Sometimes we waited half an hour in that hot sun, without a single tree around for a bit of shade. Many Indians who arrived there murmured quietly “Siy Ram, Rma Syia”. They muttered this song repeatedly, probably a million times, without feeling tired. Why did I wait so humbly? I couldn’t find any explanation. A few times I wanted to get up and leave. However, even though my mind played with negation, I resisted in harshness, even when I experienced extreme discomfort. I wondered why I took upon myself the courage to face the hot sand and heat in an endless wait, just to see an old man? And because I was lucky, did he give me attention for no more than five minutes? I wondered if others, who were waiting just like me, were faced with such rebellious thoughts. No one left. Then when everything had become futile, suddenly the door opened and Devraha Baba appeared in the veranda.

dh3A strange wave of whispers, like a mysterious murmur, crossed the crowd. The warmth and waiting were forgotten. He radiates strength, trust, and above all kindness and love. Like a father, he compassionately asked about everyone’s problems. Every time I left there completely at peace with myself and the world around me. In turn, I was radiating love. For me was an experience, a study of contrasts with the modern world. Aolo I’ve seen the world of all categories. On the one hand were the poor. On the other side were the people of culture, many rich people, women dressed in silk and loaded with jewelry, with cars parked nearby. They descended next to the drivers and trickled, barefoot, on the hot sand, towards Baba. With a praying tone they asked for blessing, in the hope of a relief of the problems. He didn’t disappoint anyone. The ancient yogi was always there, in the balcony: naked, with uncombed hair, but without fear, without desires, full of confidence and shine.

No matter what problems his followers had, his advice was always the same. “Have full confidence in God. Make sure that God is at the center of your life. Develop love for him, and do not be afraid, because everything is in his hands. Find out who you really are. Contribute to the well-being of society. Don’t hurt anyone and help whenever you can.” His followers probably have heard this thousands of times. However, they rushed whenever they had the opportunity to hear him again. Baba was not the only one who gave this advice. During the festival, I heard these exhortations broadcast via speakers. Often, it seemed to me that these sermons sounded like disturbing announcements in a fair. When the old lady intervened, I really felt the power of God. I could feel the good and the love. One day Baba disappeared. Several workers dismantled her cottage before dawn and moved it to Varanasi on a lonely and deserted beach on the other side of the river.

Six years later, during Kumbh Maha in 1986, I met him again in the same place. A steady stream of visitors went to his hut on the other side of the river throughout the day. One evening he gave an interview on “All India Radio”. The reporter fixed a picrophone on his porch. With his frail body, full of strength and confidence, Baba thundered into the microphone: “Trust in God and be a completely good human being. Then he’ll definitely look dupe you!” A few years later, in 1990, when I was at the couada in a dining room, at the “Aurobindo eashram in Pondicherry”, a friend joined a young man in front of me and they started speaking in English. One of them said, “Devraha Baba died?” The young man nodded approvingly. “Yes. Devraha Baba abandoned her body.” A sequential film passed through my inner eye. I saw him standing on his balcony, in bright sunlight, with long, unkempt hair, murmuring mantras and with his hand raised for blessings.

I was more than happy for the fact that he was here with us. Personally I was particularly grateful for this unique episode. Yes, Devraha Baba, left her physical body on June 19, 1990. A few months later, his most beloved disciple Hans Baba, the priest of the Radha – Krishna temple in the ashram in Vindhyachal of his guru, went through a mysterious metamorphosis. His appearance and behavior suddenly changed, and he began to look strikingly like his master. He started to climb the platform on which his guru used to sit.”

By all appearances, the soul of Devraha Baba went through a process of “parkaya pradesh” (transmigration) and entered the body of Hans Baba, thus continuing his teaching of teachings. This reminds me of the Holy Scripture: “ All the days which Adam lived were nine hundred and thirty years, and then he died” (Genesis 5:5).


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