Taken from the Biography of Aughar Bhagwan Ram
In Gundii, Baba Aughar Bhagwan Ram’s paternal grandfather, Babu Hriday Prasad Singh ji, who gave land and money to build the secondary school for the education of the village, became a very generous and well-known person. He was so generous that any mendicant or visitor had never left his house empty-handed  and everybody was treated with due respect. Pride never even crossed his mind. Even if he was a very respected zamindar he used to treat the people of the village and country with much friendliness. Even today the people of Gundii remember him with much reverence. His excellent son Babu Baijnath Singh, as his ancestors, kept the family tradition. He had been living at Rangoon in Brahmdesh (Burma), where he had his job. Since his childhood he really loved sports activities. He was very well-known amongst the experts on fight of his time. He received from God  a very strong physique, a large property and a satisfactory wealth that would have blinded anyone but, even if he possessed all this, inside that iron body beat a very pure and tender heart, that was easily touched by people’s sufferings.  It doesn’t mean that his brave nature had completely vanished, in fact we can say that inwardly he had a particular harmony of dignity and goodness. This natural disposition will be more clear with a little example. He had an unlimited devotion and reverence towards Yaggyaavatar ji, he also loved singing but as a real religious man and devotee. Often singers used to come to the village of Gundii. The respected Takur ordered that any singer passing through the village of Gundii, had always to offer his art at the feet of the venerable God Yaggyaavatar ji. Nobody was so bold to contravene this order and after singers had sung their songs, he didn’t allow them to leave without a proper reward. Such was his generosity, an example of wonderful harmony of devotion, sensitivity and goodness in worshipping the venerable God.

For a long time Babu Bajnath Singh ji didn’t have any children. In the year 1994 of the Vikrama era, on Monday, Yaggyavatar ji granted him a son; after a short time he also had a daughter. When the child was born Takur said:  “Bhagwan Himself is born, he has come to set the whole family free (from future reincarnations)”. He called his son Bhagwan and according to his zodiacal sign he was named Deva Kumar. The story goes that the lion has only one descendant and, after his birth, he brings the deeds of his life to an end and leaves this world. When Bhagwan was five years old his father Singh Babu Bajnath ji died and got cremated, leaving this new sun to the world. When Babu Bajnath Singh ji was about to die, Bhagwan was sitting near the well. He was called back home, he went there and put some water of the Ganges in his father’s mouth. Singh, who was dying, looked for the last time at his kid with a strong feeling and emotion, as if he was silently telling him this last message: “Don’t be sad, this is how it goes here.” After this, Bhagwan left the house. Immediately people started crying and moaning but it didn’t impress the heart of the mahatma. When his grandmother started crying, he started crying too. When the old grandmother saw him crying, she started laughing to comfort him and she said:  “It is nothing”.

His astrologist, the devotee Shri Chandra Bhanu Pandey ji, made his horoscope which goes like this:

According to this popular saying the eternal truth is that, under the above-stated formulas, in the saints such as Shri Avadhut Bhagwan Ram all the characteristic signs of the Almighty God are visible. There is not only hope but absolute certainty that under his protection, people’s mind will find absolute peace.

During the time of his ascetic realization, while some members of his family obstructed him, his mother never did so. On some occasions Bhagwan Ram also used harsh words to break the dangers of worldly illusions, but as long as he lived he always had the same reverence towards his mother. After his father’s death the paternal grandfather Shri Hriday Prasad Singh looked after him. During his childhood he was fed by the paternal grandmother, he loved more than his very mother. Through many beautiful stories she taught him the temporariness of the world. Being him the only son and having received a lot of affection since his childhood, Bhagwan’s character became very obstinate and stubborn. In his early childhood even his grandparents showed some weakness (they were always good to him), fearing to bring pain to him. When he grew older they arranged everything to send him to school, and everybody wished that he became the pride of the family, receiving  the right education. At school he showed great affection towards his schoolmates. He showed respect to his teachers, but he never get used to that kind of teaching, looking at it as an obstacle to his necessary activities; instead of going to school, he started to devote himself to religious practices at home, in the temple and in his garden, where every evening he gathered his friends to cheer them up with songs and gifts. Adults, seeing what was going on, opposed this thing and said that without any education he could not derive any benefit from religious interest only. But he didn’t accept this idea. Even the opposite arguments of those people didn’t stop the kid Bhagwan to follow his own road, and right from this point his independent and full of penance sadhana began.

Even if they could not follow him at school, the affection of the boys of the village for Bhagwan Ram didn’t vanish. He also kept giving hospitality to his little friends. He had some books with tales from Bhakt Dhruv and Prahlad and every evening, during their meeting, he shared the books with them and they felt very happy reading those stories, even if he was the only one whi was completely absorbed in the love for God. After this, he gave them some khir cooked with the milk of his own cow or any other gift. Sometimes he organized games they could play all together. Once one of his friends wanted to throw him down from the swing and he scolded him sayng: “Are you Kina Ram, that we must be afraid of you?”. Since his childhood he had never been afraid. Sometimes his friends, hiding behind the door, shouted “Bum!” to scare him as if there was a ghost, but he was never impressed.

In his childhood there is also an example of his ‘Singh’ attitude while his friends were playing soldiers. Once one of them wounded himself quiet seriously and blood started to come out from the wound. All the kids got scared and ran away but he didn’t, because he already had the feeling of heroism.

At the same time nobody could bother the son of a great zamindar. He stayed at home only till he was seven years old. Then, even if he was in the same village, he used to live outside his house. In the beginning, for three or four years, even if he was living away from home, Maharaj accepted the food coming from his house but then  he started to refused it. He used to live in a little shelter dug in the ground next to Shiva temple, near his house. Sometimes he stayed there praying even for two days without eating or drinking. Later, in an outer room of his own house, he placed a statue of Shri Manchand and started to worship it. The program of the daily worship was very hard for the boys of his age, but especially during Navaratri,  when there are a special fast and religious ceremonies.

During this fast, for nine days, he used to drink only water, and night and day rites, meetings and Kirtan (devotional songs) were performed. When even with this heavy penance, he could not find peace, he went to live in a small hut built in a field outside the village. He felt a lot of consolation in the company of the boys. There he could feel extraordinary joy and everybody used to forget even thirst and hunger. Everyone was sitting there feeling great peace in their union. They sang in honour of Vishnu and they remained absorbed in these songs. The garden where the little hut of the Venerable had been built, was in an enchanting area, in the midst of wonderful green mango trees. There every evening  it was possible to hear the musical singing of the birds but in that  lonely place lived also poisonous crawling beings. Once a snake entered his hut. In the morning, when he woke up, he saw a big snake coiled up. Meanwhile some people had gathered together to kill the snake. He stopped them and after a short time the snake went away. This way he proved his compassion for the living beings. The effect of this nonviolence vow was that in his presence all creatures left their own natural hostility.

A short time later he went to live in a hut built in his mango gardens right next to the secondary school. What was there to object? There students gathered together during recreation time. Meetings, religious songs and Ramayana chants took place there. There he performed sacrificial rites too. In the village, especially amongst the kids, devotion to God started to spread and slowly faith and devotion for him started to increase amongst the people of the village. This thing disappointed his relatives because their selfishness pushed them to think that he had to become like them.

The students of the school started to call him Bhagwan Das and since then this name has become very well-known. His relatives took him back home but, instead of staying there, he settled again inside the Shiva temple and started to live there. Now many boys started to stay always with him. There he had prepared also a gym where, with the other guys from the village, he took part in the fighting, physical exercises and sport events. There Shri Hanuman was regularly worshipped and the venerable provided for the offerings charges. A worthy descendant of Baba Rameshwar ji, the late Shri Kant Maharaj,was a great Vishnuite, an important sadhak and a renowned sage. Bhagwan Ram ji, to meet him, started to live at Yaggyavatar ji temple. He was absorbed in worship for hours. When he was deep in meditation, he was so absorbed that he even forgot his body. The boys followed him there too and their number didn’t decrease. Outside the temple he had a small hut where a fire was always burning. There the boys gathered to practice their exercises. Even this time relatives tried to bring him back home but he didn’t accept. They brought him back home using force but after a few days he left home again.

He started to live in the Nemuva garden to the south of the village. That garden was considered as a place where ghosts used to meet and people didn’t go there even during the day. There darkness and silence reigned. There is also a brickwork well and the nearest house is miles away, but what can fear the one who sees his worship object in every direction? Considering this lonely spot as a perfect place for sadhana the venerable settled there but his relatives were afraid that they could be damaged if he kept staying there, so after three days he left. Under people’s request he made them build an hut under a papal, in an amrut orchard. Here he stayed for quite a long time. This orchard was an area of about three hectares. Here he started to spend his days peacefully. The boys, on the day of the meeting, gathered together there in large number and ate amrut too. His spiritual practice had to go on but he realized that, remaining in the village, his relatives would have been keeping on obstructing his sadhana and devotional songs. He decided to leave the village. The people of the village, especially women, felt great reverence towards him, so they kept on going to him to speak about their wishes, receiving great satisfaction. They worshipped him and took part of his experiences and offerings to God. The wet nurse of one of his relatives had received great satisfaction in a trial and her son sent him from Kalkota a Shiva lingam as a gift.

He erected a small temple dedicated to Shiva in his garden and placed the Shiva lingam there, where it is even now. A cow breeder, affected by these events, went to him crying because one of her cows was dying in delivery. The venerable was touched and went with her and repeated God’s name for some times, gave his blessing and touched the head of the cow, which immediately gave birth without any suffering.  I don’t want to expatiate too much upon this subject, so I won’t tell other similar stories. Anyway, most of the men, because of their pride, were not able to recognize this precious gem.