If you’d walked past Dipa Ma on a busy street, you probably wouldn't have given her a second glance. She was a diminutive, modest Indian lady residing in a small, plain flat in Calcutta, beset by ongoing health challenges. There were no ceremonial robes, no ornate chairs, and no entourage of spiritual admirers. However, the reality was the second

Had you encountered Dipa Ma on a crowded thoroughfare, you almost certainly would have overlooked her. She was this tiny, unassuming Indian woman dwelling in an unpretentious little residence in Calcutta, beset by ongoing health challenges. No flowing robes, no golden throne, no "spiritual celebrity" entourage. Yet, the truth remains the second you

If you had happened across Dipa Ma on a bustling sidewalk, you probably wouldn't have given her a second glance. She was a diminutive, modest Indian lady living in a cramped, modest apartment in Calcutta, beset by ongoing health challenges. There were no ceremonial robes, no ornate chairs, and no entourage of spiritual admirers. However, the realit