Never did I hear him ask or even hint for money for any purpose.
His hermitage training was given free and freely to all disciples.
An insolent court deputy arrived one day at the Serampore ashram
to serve Sri Yukteswar with a legal summons. A disciple named Kanai
and myself were also present. The officer's attitude toward Master
was offensive.
"It will do you good to leave the shadows of your hermitage and breathe
the honest air of a courtroom." The deputy grinned contemptuously.
I could not contain myself.
"Another word of your impudence and you will be on the floor!" I
advanced threateningly.
"You wretch!" Kanai's shout was simultaneous with my own. "Dare
you bring your blasphemies into this sacred ashram?"
But Master stood protectingly in front of his abuser. "Don't get
excited over nothing. This man is only doing his rightful duty."
The officer, dazed at his varying reception, respectfully offered
a word of apology and sped away.
Amazing it was to find that a master with such a fiery will could
be so calm within. He fitted the Vedic definition of a man of God:
"Softer than the flower, where kindness is concerned; stronger than
the thunder, where principles are at stake."
There are always those in this world who, in Browning's words,
"endure no light, being themselves obscure." An outsider occasionally
berated Sri Yukteswar for an imaginary grievance. My imperturbable
guru listened politely, analyzing himself to see if any shred of
truth lay within the denunciation.
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