And when my uncle thought that it would be good to bring Magga Baba and “see what he does to him,” Magga Baba was brought. His bringing was also a special kind; you could not invite him because he was not on talking terms with anybody. He would not say “yes” or “no.” You simply had to bring a rickshaw and catch hold of him – and he would not refuse. At least three times he was stolen, because his followers in other villages simply took him away. They would sit him in a rickshaw – and he was willing, he was not resistant or anything. He enjoyed the ride and he went there. But then hundreds of his followers here missed him.
So my uncle went with a few of his friends and put Magga Baba in a rickshaw and brought him home. He came close to me and whispered in my ear, “This is it. And don’t be worried about these people; they are all mad.” Perhaps this was the first time he had spoken to anybody without any gibberish.
And everybody gathered around and it was a trouble for them to figure it out because Magga Baba would not say what he had whispered. I was not going to say what he had whispered, but one thing they felt – that Magga Baba was very happy with me. He hugged me and left.
That helped my family and friends: “There may be something we are not understanding” – but others thought that both are mad. “He is an old madman, famous; now he has got another one also.”
But still it was a great solace that there was one man who was able to understand me. And because of his understanding me, I started slowly to speak – that perhaps there may be a few more people who can be helped; maybe they are just on the verge. But as I began speaking it came in the same way as silence had come, just as if the whole ocean of silence…and when I started speaking the same was the case with speaking. Suddenly, the mind started functioning and I was speaking continuously.
People started coming to me, asking my advice. People started coming to me to lecture in their congregation, in some conference, in some other city. I was discoursing sometimes five times a day, almost the whole day, in different conferences and different meetings, colleges, universities. And my silence was untouched.
And for many years I traveled alone all over India talking to all kinds of people. And slowly, slowly troubles started arising. Politicians started becoming afraid. They cannot tolerate anybody who has power over millions of people. It was difficult for politicians to collect a few people to listen to them, and I was speaking before a hundred thousand people or two hundred thousand people. And this became a great problem for them, that if this man turns toward politics he can prove a great danger.
They started disturbing my meetings. They started creating chaos in the meetings, blocking the roads so I could not reach the place in time, even trying to prevent me from stopping at a station. They would collect their people and they wouldn’t let me step down from the train to the platform. And they were forcing the train – this was the terminus and the train could not go ahead – but they were forcing that I should be taken back, that I cannot stop here in their city.
When it became almost impossible, I dropped traveling. I had already enough people, so I started a new phase: meditation camps in hill stations or in faraway Kashmir for those who wanted to be with me for twenty-one days or seven days – small camps, big camps.