Once a person brought his only son, who was suffering from double Pneumonia, to the feet of the Master and sought his help, as he was too poor for meeting the expenditure on his treatment and that Doctors also had told him that his child would not survive. Master asked him to recite the Name of the Lord and touched the child, which cured him, but brought the disease upon the Master. The child went home cured by the miraculous feat of the Master, but the Master was left lying in the bed for two weeks with double Pneumonia.

In another incident, a panel of eminent Doctors, who were either his disciples or admirers and who were regularly examining him, discovered in an X-ray, that the Master had large patches of T.B. in both the lungs. They had examined him two months earlier and had found that the lungs were clear. They could not understand as to how this disease could attack the Master so extensively, within two months. In their natural anxiety they advised him to take complete rest and prescribed appropriate drugs, to which the Master said:
"Can this treatment be postponed by one week?
During this week, I shall try to clear it myself by meditation. If in a week's time, you find that the disease still persists, you can start your treatment".
The Doctors agreed, but they were certain that no amount of meditation could cure T.B. A week later, the X-Ray showed that both the lungs were clear to the astonishment of these eminent physicians. All that they could say was that he was beyond their comprehension.
It was obvious that the Master had absorbed the disease of a disciple and he had cleared it by meditation.

In yet another incident, one of his disciples narrated that his wife was chronically ill and bed ridden for years, during which time, medical treatment had failed to help her and that she was on the brink of death. In a desperate effort, he went to the local village temple to pray. On the way he was intently thinking of the Master, perhaps for the first time, as all his efforts had failed. On reaching the temple he found that it was locked and that the priest was no where to be found. When he was helplessly crying at the temple door, someone touched him and when he opened his eyes, he saw the Master standing close by. The Master asked his disciple to take him to his house in the village. The disciple was extremely grateful to his Master for arriving in the nick of time to save his wife and led him to his village. On the way, there was a big lake and the disciple walked straight into the water and would have been drowned, had he not been saved by some villagers, who saw him walking into the lake so recklessly. He talked of his Master who was following him, but nobody could see him. His story of leading the Master to his village through the lake made others think that he had gone made. Everybody sympathized with him because of his wife's sickness and his own poverty and assumed that his distress had caused mental imbalance in him and took him to his residence. They were also amazed to find his wife standing outside the house, while a few minutes earlier she was unable to move from her bed. She was looking for a Sadhu, who, she said, had come into their house asking for alms, which she had given after getting up from her bed with great difficulty. Immediately afterwards, the Sadhu had left. She had never met him earlier, but her description of Sadhu was exactly like that of Master. But where had he gone? Having met both husband and the wife separately, the proof of his physical presence was unmistakable. As an irrefutable proof, the ailing woman had left her bed and appeared fully recovered. All of them were wondering about the powers of his Master, who was perhaps hundreds of miles away from them at that time.

In yet another case, a retired I.G. of Police has confirmed that he was suffering from Hernia for seven years and one day when the Master jokingly caught hold of his hand and gave a sudden jerk, his Hernia disappeared.

One of the most amazing incidents relates to the illness and death of Sri Padmalochan Mukherjee in the Medical College Hospital in Calcutta. Mrs. Mukherjee sent a wire to the Master, who was then at Benaras, asking him to go and see her husband in the hospital. The Master then went by air to Calcutta, but on going straight from the airport to the hospital, he was informed by the Matron that Mr. Mukherjee had died sometime back. The Master went to the bed of Mr. Padmalochan Mukherjee and sat silently with his hand on the dead man's chest. After sometime, the pulse and the heart beat returned. Padmalochan opened his eyes and said:
"Baba, I was being taken away when you arrived and stopped them. I thought it was only a dream, but when I opened my eyes I saw you sitting on my bed, Strange !".
All his relatives saw this miracle and the Matron tore up the death certificate and said:
"Baba is Christ reborn".
The principal of the College Dr. Sarvadhikary and some of the Professors of Medical College, became his disciples.

In yet another incident, three people came to see the Master at Howrah in a highly disturbed state of mind, and told him that while they were coming to him, they were chanting the Name of the Lord. On the way, they were attacked by several miscreants and they were beaten up. The Master enquired as to which parts of their bodies were affected by the beating. They showed their backs, but there were no marks of injury. Then he exposed his back and there were several severe lessions. It was therefore evident that he had taken the blows on himself and protected his devotees, who were chanting the Lord's Name while coming to him. The place where they were attacked, was three to four miles away from the Master's place of stay and he had not left the place.