It was the monsoon season. For four months, heavy clouds had poured relentless rain over the region. Near the village of Bhetiya, a devotee named Motiram Travadi was in despair. He had planted high-quality Kamod rice all around the Bhetiya lake, but the water had risen so high that the entire crop was buried deep underwater.
“It’s over,” Motiram thought. “The stalks will rot. I won’t harvest a single grain this year.”
One day, Ghanshyam, His father Dharmadev, His brother Rampratap, and Motiram visited the lake. As they sat under a Madhu tree, Dharmadev noticed Motiram’s long face. “Motiram, what happened to the rice you planted here?”
Motiram pointed to the vast, grey expanse of water. “It’s down there somewhere, Dharmadev. Submerged and rotting.”
Ghanshyam’s elder brother, Rampratap, joked, “Uncle, if your rice actually ripens under all that water, how much will you give us?”
Motiram sighed, “If a miracle happens and that rice survives, you can have the whole lot!”
Young Ghanshyam smiled a mysterious, gentle smile. “Rice doesn’t rot in water,” He said calmly. “I’ll show you.”
Ghanshyam walked into the shallow edge of the lake. With a look of immense power, He pressed His right big toe firmly into the earth beneath the water. Suddenly, a massive crack split the ground open. A thundering roar echoed through the valley as a giant fissure appeared. To everyone’s shock, the lake’s water began to drain rapidly into the earth, as if the ground were drinking it.
Within moments, the water was gone, and the rice stalks stood tall and green—perfectly preserved. But there was a problem: the fish and creatures of the lake were now gasping for air on the dry floor.
Seeing the creatures struggling, Ghanshyam’s heart melted with compassion. He made a silent sankalp (resolve). Instantly, the sky filled with a golden light.
By the will of Ghanshyam Prabhu, Lord Indra sent down countless divine aircraft (Vimans). As the villagers watched in awe, the fish and tortoises were transformed into divine, four-armed (chaturbhuj) beings. They bowed to Ghanshyam, boarded the divine aircrafts, and ascended to the heavens (Devlok).
Days later, the rice was harvested. It was the finest crop Motiram had ever seen. The news of the “Miracle of Bhetiya” spread to all the surrounding villages, and many grew firm in their faith that Ghanshyam was no ordinary child.
This prasang has been documented by Sadguru Shree Bhumanand Swami in the 73rd Tarang of Shree Ghanshyam Lilamrut Sagar.
