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I was in Vrindavan in 1982 for parikrama. At noon one day i started to feel sick. By four oclock my head was splitting open or so it felt. I was in an altered state and in it i was doing the math. Earlier that day i had made a crack about someone's shalagram sila that they were carrying. I had heard that an offence to salagram was a thousand times worse than an ordinary offence. I had also heard that in Vrindavan offences are also a thousand times magnified. So a thousand times a thousand is a million. I figured i was dying and began to lament loudly to myself being all alone in a room that was very hot and i was also under as many blankets as i could find and was still shivering cold. I continued to lament for some time when the thought crossed my mind that i was actually dying in Vrindavan and all that that means. My mood suddenly turned from lamentation to rejoicing and wouldn't you know it, my fever started to subside and i did not die in Vrindavan. Four hours later i was back to normal and quite shaken. A very purifying event for me.

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