About half a century ago, in one of the lesser known valleys of Northern Himalayas lived a Sufi mystic. He attracted many followers from different religions because of his miraculous powers. In his presence healing miracles would happen – the blind would start seeing, the mentally ill became normal, the grief stricken would find peace in their hearts, and sometimes even the lame would walk.
While the visitors called him the Miracle Seer, for the village folk who lived in the valley, he was their spiritual master whose presence blessed their lives. He lived amidst them, in a small hut, for seven long years. Then one day he just went away without saying anything to anyone. The nearby villagers started taking care of the dwelling. Though the holy man did not live there anymore, his home they knew, reverberated with his energy. The village had a temple and a mosque, but the villagers had more emotional attachment to the place where their spiritual master had lived for so many years.
A few decades later, the government decided to build a dam in the area, which would flood the valley. All the villagers were being compensated well for the loss of their land and home and were being relocated to a place a short distance away. The waters would sweep away everything in the valley, including the mystic’s abode.
The villagers were distraught, they could think of no way of preserving the little hut made of mud and straw. The most affected was the village chief, who as a young boy had served the mystic, bringing him drinking water every day from a mountain spring. A week before the inauguration of the dam, almost 45 years since he had last seen the mystic, the holy man appeared in his dream and said, “I am one with God, where he is, I am there, so don’t despair.” The village chief recounted his dream to everyone the next morning.
The news of the dream spread fast in the mountain villages. The earlier feelings of helplessness and despondency was soon replaced by another understanding. A few days later when the waters inundated everything in the valley, including the hut, the villagers started their new life happily, aware now that their spiritual master’s true home was beyond time and space – it always was and will always be, in their hearts. The greatest miracle is that which happens in the hearts of people, this little tale proved it once again.