“I am here because of my Guru,” Acharyaji told a few of us as we gathered around him at an ashram somewhere on the clear and sunny outskirts of Tirupati. Acharyaji was the head priest of the temple and had been a staunch disciple of his Guru for over two decades. “I was pronounced dead in a car accident when Guruji teleported himself from a live event that he was at, a few hundred kilometres away, and revived me. Passengers behind me saw the door of an upturned car being opened and shut, and my body being given CPR, but with no physical entity present,” he said, as he described an unbelievable event.

I didn’t want to openly express my disbelief, but I knew that my face wore an extremely sceptical look. “You will never believe in miracles unless you experience them yourself,” he added, adjusting his thick glasses and running his hand through his long, white hair ending in a ponytail. His forehead was adorned with vibhuti and a saffron shawl was draped around his bare chest that sported half a dozen
rudraksha malas.