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Getting 10-year family visas for US
My son is a telecom engineer and though he was in Dubai he was
not happy there. I would occasionally tell Guruji about this and
he’d ask me not to worry. My son and his wife were visiting India
in January 2000. I went to a satsang at Guruji’s place on 10 January
and carried four visa forms duly filled for myself, my wife, and son
and daughter-in-law. I told Guruji that the children were coming
from Dubai at midnight the same day, and that we would be going to
the US Embassy in the morning for visa interviews. Guruji just said:
“Tera kalyan kar ditta (You have been blessed).”
It was a drawn-out process. After all the formalities were completed
at a window outside the Embassy, one had to stand in a queue
inside. Next, a senior counsellor did a preliminary check and turned
each applicant over to an interviewer. In the queue, I was in front,
followed by my wife, my son and daughter-in-law. When I reached
the counsellor and gave him all four passports, he asked me if I was
Mr. J.S. Alag. I told him I was Brig. Alag. He asked me if it was my
girlfriend who was standing behind me; I averred she was my wife.
It seemed as if it was Guruji sitting there, as the counsellor talked in
a manner similar to his. Would I like a ten-year visa, the counsellor
inquired. I asked whether he would give that to all four of us, and
he said yes. He told me to go to window number one, meant for
persons approved for a 10-year visa. Getting a visa for my son, who
was a young engineer, was then impossible. But we all got a 10-year
visa each. At night when we went to Guruji, He said: “Ho gaya kam
(Is your job done?)” We touched his feet: it was a miracle.
Saved from a car accident in US
My son with his wife and our grandson went to the US on an H1
visa in July 2004. He was located at Los Angeles then. My wife also
joined them in September 2004 for a short visit. She kept a photo
of Guruji in our son’s car, as days before she had left, Guruji had so
instructed us.
That month I went for a satsang at Guruji’s ashram in Chattarpur
and when I returned, my clothes were full of his fragrance. I changed
my clothes and again smelt the clothes: they had an unusually strong
fragrance. I went to sleep. In the morning on waking up, as was my
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