Immortal beings in the Himalayas

are there Yogi's in the Himalayas fewer

 

thousands or perhaps hundreds of years

 

old the mystery of immortal beings in

 

the Himalayas this is an incident of

 

1942 when the king of cuma uninvited an

 

army officer of Western Command LP

 

Ferrell for a picnic trip to the hills

 

there was a special reason for inviting

 

mr. Ferrell in spite of his being a

 

Britisher he was very much interested in

 

Indian religion philosophy and culture

 

he had a few opportunities of witnessing

 

demonstration of miraculous feats of

 

some Indian Yogi's he had become a pure

 

vegetarian that is why he always

 

welcomed any opportunity to go towards

 

the Himalayan wilderness with the hope

 

of meeting some saint or yogi who could

 

initiate him into spiritual sadhana mr.

 

Ferrell the king and the queen and their

 

entourage reached a place near Nainital

 

full of natural beauty it so enchanted

 

them that they decided to camp overnight

 

there so the dozens of tents were

 

pitched in the lonely place got filled

 

with the hustle and bustle of servants

 

gossip merriment eating and drinking

 

went until midnight everyone went to bed

 

and due to exhaustion of the whole day's

 

exertions immediately slipped into deep

 

sleep the first phase of the sleep is

 

hardly a ruin mr. Ferrell felt that

 

there was someone near his cot

 

he waked up and clearly listened we need

 

the place where your tents have been

 

pitched you vacate this place if you are

 

unable to understand then you should

 

come to that north western hill in front

 

of you I will explain you everything but

 

who are you - saying this mr. Ferrell

 

got up from the bed and lit his torch

 

but there was no one he came out of the

 

tent but there - no one could be seen

 

nor heard anyone's footsteps after a

 

momentary fear he became normal and then

 

went back to his bed again for sleeping

 

it was 3.30 a.m. by his watch despite

 

his best efforts he could not sleep

 

somehow he was keeping his eyes shut

 

again he felt someone's presence still

 

lying on the bed he opened the eyes and

 

he saw a shadow of a person standing in

 

front of him this time again he uttered

 

the same words in order to identify that

 

person as soon as mr. Ferrell at the

 

torch even the shadow vanished his body

 

started shaking and perspiring this Army

 

officer who did not get frightened even

 

by watching the horrible bloodshed in

 

the war momentarily got unnerved and

 

dumbfounded by mere imagination of a

 

supernatural being he lay awake in his

 

bed with his eyes closed till the

 

morning but heard nothing a strange

 

attraction was arousing within him to

 

see the hill mentioned by the shadowy

 

presence he put on his clothes and shoes

 

and silently came out of the tent and

 

walked towards that hill describing this

 

incident mr. Ferrell has himself written

 

the way to the place where I was

 

directed to reach was very difficult

 

narrow and dangerous I was not at all

 

able to climb up by myself but I was

 

constantly feeling that somebody was

 

showing me the way and was providing me

 

the energy to climb up after a hard

 

effort of three and a half hours I could

 

climb up it seemed difficult to go ahead

 

due to heavy breathing and perspiration

 

so I sat down on a square stone lying

 

down on it to take some rest

 

hardly two minutes had passed and the

 

same voice awakened me mr. Farrell now

 

you put off your shoes and slowly climb

 

down the stone and come to me with these

 

words in the ears I looked around and

 

saw that a saint with very weak

 

Constitution but brilliant splendor on

 

the forehead was standing in front of me

 

leave aside the acquaintance I had never

 

met or seen him earlier then how could

 

he know my name he was here then how did

 

his shadow reach in my tent in the night

 

there was no communication link like a

 

radio or a microphone etc between us

 

then how could his voice reach me

 

several such questions arose in my mind

 

putting a stop to the unending trail of

 

questions the sad who said whatever you

 

have heard and seen cannot be understood

 

by ordinary human mind for this purpose

 

one has to do long said an end the

 

practice of yoga abandoning the worldly

 

pleasures and attraction

 

of the census.