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"It is also easy." Shrikant said with joy. The Bhagat only smiled.
He reached the Smashan (cemetry ground) at midnight of Amavasya, arranged all things as instructed, he enkindled fire, gave oblations of ghee and started pronouncing the Mantra.
Just within ten minutes, terrific cries and screaming were heard. Bones began to rain outside and around the circle in which he was sitting. Streams of blood were there. Shouting, screaming, beating of drums and what not!
A frightening situation arose. But Shrikant was not soft-hearted. His heart was like thunderbolt, his convictions were firm. He was looking only at the end, at the ultimate Siddhi. He continued with oblations and Homa together with chanting of the Mantra.
Within half an hour the things went beyond limits. Snakes were heard hissing and the lions began to roar. Nature had taken to death-dance (Tandava) and cries of death pierced through his ears. He was not frightened.
After some fifteen minutes, bones and red blood disappeared. Shouting and screaming stopped. The threatening atmosphere changed. The atmosphere gave out sweet smell of scent. A bell ringing at a distance was heard. Several musical instruments were heard from all sides.
Just after an hour, from the back side, from the skies, an exquisite sound was heard.
"Ask, ask and I give!"
"Present yourself before me!" Shrikant roared like a lion.
