Gopichand, following his Guru’s command, left for Badrikashram to begin his austerities. As instructed, he lived on alms while travelling. Passing from Gaud-Bengal into Kaul-Bengal, he reached Paulpattan, where his sister Champavati lived. Her father-in-law, King Tilakchand, was as wealthy and powerful as Gopichand had once been. When Champavati learned of her brother’s renunciation and the harsh words spoken by others, she was deeply distressed. Meanwhile, Gopichand entered the city singing the praises of Hari Govinda, radiant and detached.
Some of Champavati’s maidservants recognized him and informed her. The palace buzzed with whispers that the once-great king was now begging door to door. Tilakchand feared public disgrace and said: *“If he begs publicly, people will laugh at us. Bring him here, seat him in the horse-stable, feed him there, and send him away quietly.”* Gopichand agreed calmly: *“I am now a Gosavi. All beings are my relatives — I will come.”* They seated him in the horse-stable, but he accepted the food humbly, thinking, *“Friend and foe are the same. Food is Brahman.”*
The palace women mocked Champavati: *“Your brother now eats in the horse-stable!”* Humiliated beyond endurance, Champavati took a dagger and ended her life. When the maids returned, they found her dead. The palace erupted in grief and blamed Gopichand: *“Because of him she killed herself!”* Hearing this, Gopichand was devastated. He thought: *“If she is cremated, my Guru’s name and the Nath Panth will be defamed. I must demonstrate the power of the Nath tradition.”*
He rushed to the cremation ground and cried: *“Do not burn the body! I will bring my Guru, Jalandharnath, and revive her.”* They mocked him. Still, the body was placed on the pyre. Gopichand climbed onto the pyre himself and declared: *“Burn me too! When my Guru sees my ashes, his wrath will destroy this city!”* Tilakchand challenged him: *“If your Guru is so powerful, revive her!”* They cut off her left hand and gave it to him as proof. Gopichand left to find his Guru.
Before Gopichand travelled far, Jalandharnath perceived everything through yogic insight. Applying Prayāṇāstra ash to his forehead, he leapt across a hundred kos in a moment and reached him. Gopichand narrated the tragedy. Jalandharnath assured him: *“Do not fear. Your sister will rise.”* Together they arrived at Paulpattan. Seeing the Guru, Tilakchand fell at his feet and offered a golden seat. Jalandharnath said sternly: *“In this house a woman vanished in grief. The dishonor is yours.”*
Jalandharnath asked for Champavati’s severed hand, applied sacred ash infused with the Sanjeevani mantra, and called out: *“Champavati!”* Instantly she appeared alive — whole, unharmed, radiant — and fell at the Guru’s feet. Her body, which had touched the funeral pyre, was restored as if nothing had happened.
This was a feat only the Nath Siddhas could perform — reviving one whose body had already reached the pyre. Jalandharnath, who had survived eleven years buried in horse dung by sheer yogic mastery, now demonstrated the Nath Panth’s sovereign power over the Panchamahabhutas. Through this eternal Vidya, the Nath tradition continues its work even today.