Leverton and Company of London

This is the photograph of the office of Leverton and Company of London at Camden Town, 212 Eversholt Street NW1 1BD.  This company had the good fortune of arranging Maha MAteshwariji’s funeral procession in London. Also it’s owner at that time Mr. Ivor Laverton (1914 – 2005) – Whose photograph in given, clicked the photograph of Mahamateshwariji when he witnessed the miracle of sun rays parting the cloudy sky and falling directly on Mahamateswari’s face though the glass ceiling. Then was when he wanted to click Mahamateswariji’s photograph and realized that his flash is not working and said this to Shri Nathji. He arranged such a grand funeral procession for Mahamateshwari that he mentioned to Shri Nathji, that such funeral processions, we reserve only for the royalty. (This is mentioned in the holy book, Amar Jyoti)

This company has been in business of organizing funerals since Since 1789. Even after eight generations, It is still the most prestigious company in England in this business.

The funeral procession of Mahamateshwari was a grand one. Leverton and Company of London, who attended to the royalty of England, made the arrangements. Mateshwari’s body was carried in a Rolls Royce through the streets

of London. Priya Nath recalled how Mateshwari used to say jokingly to Shri Nathji whenever she saw the wealthy riding out in splendour: "Nathji! When will you give me a ride in a Rolls Royce?" Borne on the shoulders of Englishmen, the coffin was carried inside a large hall. It was a last homage from the British nation. Shri Nathji applied his shoulder to the coffin. It was a last parting gesture. The skies were overcast in London. The gathering in the hall stood in silence as a Brahmin priest read out the last rites. The face of Mateshwari was uncovered. Suddenly, the skies appeared to part above, the clouds scattered, and rays of light entered through a skylight above and fell directly on Mateshwari’s face. The gathering was stunned. Mr. Leverton, who was about to take a last photograph, and whose flash bulb had failed, found a glorious moment in the brilliance of the light, and took the photograph. "It cannot be called a chance," he said later, "it was heavenly light!"