Justice is blind; the outwitted police decided
to follow her example.
The great yogi preserved a habitual silence. {FN31-4} In spite of
his round face and huge, barrel-like stomach, Trailanga ate only
occasionally. After weeks without food, he would break his fast
with potfuls of clabbered milk offered to him by devotees. A skeptic
once determined to expose Trailanga as a charlatan. A large bucket
of calcium-lime mixture, used in whitewashing walls, was placed
before the swami.
"Master," the materialist said, in mock reverence, "I have brought
you some clabbered milk. Please drink it."
Trailanga unhesitatingly drained, to the last drop, the containerful
of burning lime. In a few minutes the evildoer fell to the ground
in agony.
"Help, swami, help!" he cried. "I am on fire! Forgive my wicked
test!"
The great yogi broke his habitual silence. "Scoffer," he said,
"you did not realize when you offered me poison that my life is
one with your own. Except for my knowledge that God is present in
my stomach, as in every atom of creation, the lime would have killed
me. Now that you know the divine meaning of boomerang, never again
play tricks on anyone."
The well-purged sinner, healed by Trailanga's words, slunk feebly
away.
The reversal of pain was not due to any volition of the master,
but came about through unerring application of the law of justice
which upholds creation's farthest swinging orb.
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