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Om Sathguru Sri Seshadri Swamigal Thiruvadikkae



When Nama Deva was five years old, his mother once sent him with a cup of milk to the temple, saying “Your father is late today. Therefore, you take the milk to God today, and offer it as Nivedan.”

The little boy trotted away carrying the milk very carefully and placed it before Sri Vithala.

“Drink this milk.” He told the Deity. But as could be expected, the stone Murti remained impassive. “Please, why don’t you drink it?” he asked again and again, perplexed at this show of indifference at his request. “Mother said you must drink the milk, so why don’t you drink it? Is it because I brought it?”

The milk naturally remained untouched. He became more and more impatient and finally utterly dejected, he despaired: “All right, – if you refuse to drink it, I shall break my head on these flagstones!” he cried, tears flowing out of his eyes, as he readied himself to crash his head on the hard floor. But at that instant, the cup was miraculously emptied and Vithala stood smiling before the little boy. Content, Nama Deva brought back the cup to his mother.

” What is this?” She exclaimed, “What did you do with the milk that was in it?”

” Sri Vithala drank it.”

” Don’t lie! You must have drunk it yourself.”

“No, Mother, I didn’t. Sri Vithala drank it himself.”

The sounds of quarrelling bought Damasheti into the house. His wife told him about Nama Deva’s lies and misbehaviour. He decided, however, to personally watch his son the next day, when Gonnaibai sent him again to offer a cup of milk to the Deity.

The same incident took place as the previous day, and Vithala obliged Nama Deva by duly emptying the cup. Damasheti witnessed the presence of Sri Vithala obeying his little boy’s orders under threat, and fell at His feet.

Vithala blessed both father and son and advised them not to reveal what they had seen.

Very soon, Nama Deva began to regard Vithala as his very own and dearest one. He would spend all his days in the temple, listening to songs in praise of the Lord, yearning in sweet verses for a vision of God. His mother constantly held him in remonstrance. She sent Nama Deva to his father’s shop to learn tailoring. But Nama Deva was to be found again crying to his Vithala in the temple. Gonnai took him by the hand and dragged him home, but found to her amazement that she was taking Vithala Himself and not Nama Deva. So she returned several times to the temple, unable to know the difference between her son and Vithala!

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