Extraordinary Experience of Motherhood

There was an old mansion in Aanwalkheda. There lived a joint family with brothers, cousions, aunts and uncles. There was a continuous flow of visitor, relatives and seekers in the house. It was always busy with activity. Pt. Roop Kishoreji was 55 years old then. Everybody in the household used to call his wife Dean Kunwari Devi as  "Taiji" (elder aunt). Panditji was the eldest among all his brothers and sisters in the family. So, it was natural for all the younger ones to call him "Tauji" and his wife "Taiji". Taiji took great care of all the family members. She was like an elder sister or mother to all the family members. She would wake up early in the morning and work incessantly all day for the family and the guests who visited their house and would go to bed late in the night.

In 1911, she had the first experience of motherhood. Taiji began to have some unique and wonderful experiences. She would tell confidently that these experiences were neither evoking fear nor anxiety in her. When she spoke about her feelings to the elderly ladies in their neighborhood, they said that it was the sign of family God being pleased. Later she realized tha tit was not just about the grace of their ancestors and family gods. She told about an incident of one morning when she was boiling milk after having completed her bath and daily worship. She was as usual thinking about the other morning chores. She typically possessed immense energy that even after working till late in the night, she still felt full of energy. She did not feel any trace of fatigue even after working continuously for hours. For some reason, that morning she felt sleepy and her eyes began to droop. In that sleep, she had a dream.

The dream was in an unknown forest. She was along in that solitary place. Golden rays of the sun were diffused in all directions. Sun was rising in the east like a golden ball of fire and had scattered its fiery hues in the eastern horizon. The radiance of that rising sun was spreading everywhere. The fragrance present in the atmosphere had Taiji mesmerized. She was completely engrossed in the beauty of the atmosphere. The rising sun began to come out in all its intensity and glory. At the centre of the fiery ball, she could see the outlines of a woman. A resplendent divine form was seated on a swan. She had Kamandal in her right hand and a book in her left hand. Taiji could not clearly see what book it was. She thought that it was Bhagavat since her husband was a renowned scholar of the Mahapuran. She could see that divine form for a few moments and then it vanished. She opened her eyes to see milk boiling out of the vessel and falling into the earthen stove. It was with that sizzling sound of burning milk in the fire that her trance was broken.