Life of Ahmad — Page 122
THE RED DROPS as 122 finger of my right hand,' he says, 'and then smelt it, but there was no smell of any kind. Then I noticed another big drop on his shirt, over his ribs. It was also fresh. I got up quietly and looked all round, to find out the source or cause of these drops. It was a very small and low-roofed room and I searched every nook and corner in order to satisfy myself thoroughly but could not trace anything visible which could have caused the red drops. Therefore I sat on the charpoy again and began to press the feet of Ahmad as. After a while he got up, went out and sat in the mosque. I followed him there and sat behind him to press his shoulders. I then asked him about the drops. He answered with indifference, but I asked him again the same question. Thereupon Ahmad as inquired as to what drops I meant. I pointed out the one on his shirt. He looked at it, and then explained to me by a few illustrations the phenomenon of Kashf by which certain things seen in vision actually materialise in the physical world. ' What had happened was related by Ahmad as as follows: 'Whilst in a waking vision, I saw a beautiful big building. There was a couch in it on which sat an imposing figure. He was God Himself. I thought myself to be an humble officer of the Divine Court. I had written certain decrees which I placed before the Almighty for His signatures. I was asked to sit on the couch with deepest Fatherly affection and love. Then He dipped His pen in the red inkstand, shook it a little, and then signed the papers. The red drops you see are those that fell from His pen whilst He shook it. '