130 IN THE VISION OF GOD
"MaharaJ, did yon get medicine from the doctor?*'
inquired the old sadhu.
"I did," he replied, with a bland smile. "The doctor
gave me four pills; I swallowed them all. They ^ere as big
as cricket balls—ladoos, you know! The doctor prescribed
ladoos as the best remedy. Now I am all right; indeed,
"wonderful pills!" and he laughed.
Once Maganlal took Ramdas on a visit to a famous saint
of Junagad—Yyasji. He was an old man, aged about
seventy, and was lean and short in stature. The remarkable
thing abont him was that his wrinkled skin had a golden
lustre. Ramdas spent an hour in his delectable company,
for lie found the saint simple and pure like a child. He
evinced marked love for Eamdas. He put Ramdas two
hackneyed questions:
"Hov is one to control the restless mind?"
"By constant repetition of G-od^s Name," Ramdas re-
plied, "and surrender of all actions to Him/'
"Where does this practice lead to?" was the next
question.
"It leads to the vision of God everywhere which means
immortality and bliss."
He was pleased with the answers and fondly embraced
Ramdas.
Again, on another occasion, Maganlal escorted him to
the distant Muchknnd ashram on the way to Girnar hill in
which Eamdas had resided during his previous visit to
Junagad. The ashram was now occupied by a sannyasini,
popularly known as Mataji.
She was a young lady, dressed in ochre-coloured robes,
living alone in the ashram. There was a pure lustre on her
calm features. The sound of *Shivoham* was constantly
issuing from her lips. She expressed great joy on beholding
Ramdae. She lived an austere and holy life. 0! Mataji, all
glory to thee! After a short stay in the ashram, Ramdas and
Maganlal retraced their steps to the city.