The guest blundered through
misinterpretations of the scriptures. As his accuracy sank, his
ire rose.
"Do you know that I stood first in the M. A. examination?" Reason
had forsaken him, but he could still shout.
"Mr. Magistrate, you forget that this is not your courtroom," Master
replied evenly. "From your childish remarks I would have surmised
that your college career was unremarkable. A university degree,
in any case, is not remotely related to Vedic realization. Saints
are not produced in batches every semester like accountants."
After a stunned silence, the visitor laughed heartily.
"This is my first encounter with a heavenly magistrate," he said.
Later he made a formal request, couched in the legal terms which
were evidently part and parcel of his being, to be accepted as a
"probationary" disciple.
My guru personally attended to the details connected with the
management of his property. Unscrupulous persons on various occasions
attempted to secure possession of Master's ancestral land. With
determination and even by instigating lawsuits, Sri Yukteswar
outwitted every opponent. He underwent these painful experiences from
a desire never to be a begging guru, or a burden on his disciples.
His financial independence was one reason why my alarmingly
outspoken Master was innocent of the cunnings of diplomacy. Unlike
those teachers who have to flatter their supporters, my guru was
impervious to the influences, open or subtle, of others' wealth.
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