This was the beginning of a period of deep
meditation and intensive tapas. Neither rain, sun, heat or cold could
distract him from his single minded concentration. . .
Distractions and obstacles were many. A
few tried to pull his legs, a few tried to pry open his closed
eyelids, a few threw filth and even burning rags on him as if to test
his resolve. Insects and rodents bit and gnawed on him while he was in
deep samadhi, oblivious to his body or physical surroundings,
twenty-three hours a day.
In the twenty-fourth hour (midnight) he
returned to ordinary consciousness to take perhaps a cup of milk and
bathe himself. That was when he felt the suffering of his body. On
more than one occasion as he went to bathe he was bitten by cobra
snakes that inhabited the area.
body was poisoned and racked with pain, each night he concentrated and
resumed his meditation. He never deviated from his twenty-three hour daily
austerity. The balayogi (child yogi), as he became known, never
broke his concentration and remained in samadhi.
said, "A true yogi must never back down or change the course of his
determined path no matter what the obstacles."