Originally Posted by Bindu*
A real Guru do not abide by normal standards and is often highly unpredictable as their shakti is not under societial norms. You go to such a Guru and he may just blatantly ignore you (as it seems to you). But if you are open to recieve something you will anyway.
Nityananda sometimes threw items on people. People enjoyed it as they knew that this would result in some grace.
Also once he squeesed the breast of a woman in the crowd, which did upset people to some extent. Later on it showed itself that this woman couldn't produce milk for her baby. This was corrected by the spontaneous intervention by the Sadguru....
I came across this information a while back about Nityananda, on the face of it I have my doubts about him, but I am just being narrow minded?
He was a born siddha, living his entire life in the highest state of consciousness (Muktananda, 1999).
He was an omniscient being; still he appeared as if he didn’t know much....
Only occasionally would he speak; however, you could not understand him (Muktananda, 1996).
“He was the best of gurus; he was the worst of gurus,” etc.
[W]hen in his twenties, he would hide behind trees, patiently waiting for a cow to come his way. The moment the animal stood to drop a cowpat, he would rush forward, scoop up the dropping in midair, and then swallow it (Feuerstein, 1992).
He would at times be seen in the middle of the road (there was hardly any motor traffic in those days), catching the dropping from a cow before it fell to the ground, putting it on his head, and then whistling just like a railway engine and chugging away, as children often do (Hatengdi, 1984).
[Nityananda] would speak quite frequently about devotees who had the mentality of a crow. A crow, even in heaven, said Baba, insists on eating ****, because that is what he has been accustomed to. And this is exactly how these faultfinding devotees behave (Muktananda, 1996).
On another occasion, he besmeared himself from head to toe [i.e., including his lips] with [human] excrement. He sat near the lavatories, with large heaps of excrement piled in front of him. Each time a devotee passed him, he would call out, “Bombay halwa [sweets]—very tasty—want to eat? Can weigh and give you some” (Feuerstein, 1992).