The-Religion-of-God

Mohammad Iqbal says: In the rainy season, as we would walk through the fields, we would walk on the
trail, and countless ants also would be crawling there. We did not care about them, but His Holiness Ra
Gohar Shahi would always avoid walking on the trail, lest the ants are harmed or run over. His Holiness
would prefer to wade in the mud instead. When a false case of murder was instigated against His
Holiness, Qaddous Shiekh of the Crime Branch (police department) came for inquiry. The residents of the
area told him, "We dont think His Holiness would have ever killed a mosquito, let alone a human being!"
Remarks by Aunt of His Holiness Gohar Shahi:
I was then a student of the grade eighth. One day, my aunt who was very religious and a committed
worshipper but possessed greed and jealousy also (exoteric worshippers normally possess such vices), told
me, "Everything else was fine in me for except that I didn’t observe ritual prayers (Salat)." I said to my
aunt that Salat was a gift of God, and that I didn’t want to send forth Bukhl (stinginess), Takabbur (false
pride), Hassad (jealousy) and Keena (grudge) mixed with the prayer. I would observe Salat whenever I
could do it correctly. Unlike you, who observe the prayer and at the same time, are involved in great sins
like backbiting and slandering.
His Holiness Gohar Shahi recollects His childhood stories:
Since the age of 10-12 I began to speak with God in dreams. I used to see Bait al Mamour, however, I was
unaware of its reality. After I have gone through the austerities, all those scenes and conversation with
God were repeated, and thus the reality was unfolded. Once my uncle who was in the national army, and
would often visit brothel, took me with him to escape the doubts of the family, because they would not
allow him. He would give me tea and biscuit, and would go inside the brothel. I was unaware of brothels
and prostitutes. My uncle would tell me that these brothels are the office for the women. After some time,
I began to feel disgusted with the place. My uncle said," God has created women for this purpose only." In
other words, my uncle tried to incite me to do the same. My Uncle’s words disturbed me. I could not sleep
all night struggling with my Nafs (Self), and then suddenly I fell asleep.
I saw a large round elevated platform, and I was standing below. I heard a loud voice from above it,
“Bring him forth.” I noticed that two men held my Uncle, and brought him forward; they pointed towards
him that he was the one. The voice was heard again, “Beat him with the metal bars.” The men started
beating him. He then screamed, roared, and eventually his face turned into that of a swine. The voice was
heard again, “If you do the same, you will suffer the same.” I then repented, sought forgiveness, after
which I woke up with these words on my tongue, “My Lord I repent, my Lord I repent.” The effects of
this dream stayed with me for a few years.
The next day, I was travelling towards my village on a bus, I noticed that a few robbers were trying to pull
out a cassette player from a taxi. When the driver resisted, they killed him with knives. Our bus stopped at
the scene. The robbers escaped when they saw us. The driver died in agony before our eyes. The truth that
life is so uncertain crossed my mind. At night as I was about to sleep, the following verse began echoing in
my mind. “Forgive all my errors, I have come and fallen at your (Holy) court.” I cried all night long.
Some time after this event, I renounced the world, and went to the Tomb of the Saint Jaam Dataar. But I
didn’t find my destiny there either. My brother in law brought me back to the world.
At the age of 34, Bari Imam appeared before me. He said, "Your time has come to return to the jungle."
After three years seclusion and retreat, when I had obtained some spiritual experience, I went to the tomb
of Jaam Dataar, he appeared before me. I said, "If I had been accepted earlier, I would have avoided
carnal life-style." He replied, "The time was not appropriate then."