Miraculous Escape from Car on Fire

Experience of one of the Sahajayogi as described in one of the facebook post.  It clearly shows how Mataji Nirmaladevi takes care of her children in every calamity.  Matajis love and net of protection is great support to all disciples. 

Experience of miraculous escape -

 Paulina experiences a miracle On a recent grey Friday morning, I came to a rental car office to pick up my rental car. The young woman behind the counter gave me Ford Renegade, because it had fewer miles than the other available vehicle and I had 550 miles to go. The Renegade had just a bit over 28,000 miles on the clock. I loved the car, promptly dashed home to pick up my luggage, my husband’s suitcase and some other bits and bobs that I thought would be needed. With NPR on the radio, WAZE GPS on the phone and mirrors fully adjusted, I was ready to whistle all the way to Charleston, WV. The GPS put me on i78W and like an obedient child I followed every instruction to the t. I was in the middle lane of the three lane express side of the highway, no more than 30-40 minutes outside of the city of New York when I heard an engine noise. With trucks zooming at 75 mph all around me, going under an underpass, I could only assume that it was a rumble of a passing truck. It took me no more than a few minutes to realize that the noise came from my car! Initial thought of getting off at the next exit was inexplicably replaced by a need to get of the highway immediately. Cutting across the other lanes, without giving any thought to surrounding truck traffic, I barely managed to edge to the shoulder when flames exploded in front of my face, thankfully on the other side of the windscreen.

I grabbed my handbag and cell phone and got out!

The hyperawareness of one’s surroundings is a bit like an out-of-body experience, or, more precisely, of a totally detached witness, at the same time being fully aware of the surroundings and, most importantly the source of my miraculous help.

After the firemen put out the flames, there was only a burned out metal carcass that remained. I had an unexplained urge to get to the car, but the policeman would not let me near. After badgering the firemen, I was allowed to see the remains, but only in the presence of the professionals and not too close.

There was nothing left the car but burnt metal and ash. I walked around, starting from the back and going clockwise. I was kept several feet away from the car, but when I got to the front window on the passengers’ side, I though I saw something peeking from the black char. It was a white corner edge gleaming on the seat. I lunged, grabbed the edge and pulled Shri Mataji’s photo out of ashes. The frame was slightly burned, but the smile was unmistakably there and the photo largely undamaged!

The only things that survived this disastrous event were Shri Mataji’s photo and me!

Paulina Rosenstein.