It was slightly past midnight in my native village. I was there to attend my brother’s marriage. I decided to go to crematory where my father was cremated and sleep there. Since long I wanted to do this to see whether I fear devil, ghost or not. It is one of the test in Jungle – wilderness, forests and wild nature Gurudeva wanted us to do to check our faith in God. He says any fear is the proof of absence of absolute faith in God. I picked up a mat, a pillow, a bed sheet and went to roof top of my house and jumped the wall to go out of the house instead of going out through main gate. I did this to ensure that nobody has noticed me leaving the house.

I walked down to the crematory beside a small river, little less than one kilometer away from my home. The summer was young hence the whether was pleasant outside in the night and it was not so dark – I could read some tombstone. I chose a place under a huge tree about 8/10 meters away from the place where my father was cremated. I set my bed with the mat and pillow, lay down and covered my self with the thick bed sheet and ensured that no part of my body is exposed. I was happy to find an unexpected companion in the loneliness of the crematory. My companion was the speech coming from a distant mosque. Never before a speech from a mosque was so sweet to me. Sweet because it helped me to forget that I am sleeping in a crematory. At around 1:30 or 2 am in the night my only companion chose to “ditch” me.

Now it’s time to experience the dreadful whisper, weird noises of the crematory, which were suppressed till now by the speech from the mosque. In India of course the snake is very common; probably there were some snake hoods in the vicinity. I could here some strange whisper like haawn, haawn coming from different places – may be it’s the snake’s sound. I did not fear snake. It means either I truly don’t fear snake much or I was feeling safe underneath the thick bed sheet. Frequently I used to hear a weirdest trebling sound coming from the tree under which I was sleeping. With closed eyes I was expecting that I will get sleep soon and when I will get up it will be morning. But the sleep was far away. Most of the time I had my head under the hood of the bed sheet but frequently peeping it out to see that everything is okay and nothing is approaching me.

Here the story takes a turn. Suddenly, I see my self in the grip of tall man in black dress. Actually, it’s not black dress it’s like black cloth is wrapped all over his body even in feet and palms. He had completely trapped me with his limbs. I was trying with all my effort to see his face but I was unable to do so, I was completely chocked, and my vision was slowly fading. Then an idea appeared in my mind. Somehow at that moment I felt that I can not die. I saw big trench near by. I thought if I push him there with myself with all my power, then nothing would happen to me and I would come out of his grip. I did that, we both fell in the trench. With the impulse of the ground I was released from his grip. Then immediately I got up and caught his leg and banged him against the wall of the trench many times.

I woke up from the sleep and also woke up from the dream. It’s 4 am in the morning. Along with the noises of the crematory I had managed sleep for brief period where I saw the above dreadful dream After this of course I

had no sleep, just I was lying down, waiting for the sun to appear so that I can go back to my home. The sun appeared at around 5:30 am and I come back to my home with great feeling of satisfaction over it. I was very happy about this “valiancy” until I posted the experience One night in crematory in Spiritual forum for exchange of information, spiritual experiences and expertise and got reply for it. I realized, that day I falied in a true love test. Read When self evaluation fails … and love to dissolve in love is still missing – then you start to bang as a proof of missing power of love reply from Gurudeva to my post.