"
"Please do the stomach exercise I have taught you."
"If you knew the extent of my suffering, Master, you would not ask
me to exercise." Nevertheless I made a feeble attempt to obey him.
"You say you have pain; I say you have none. How can such contradictions
exist?" My guru looked at me inquiringly.
I was dazed and then overcome with joyful relief. No longer could
I feel the continuous torment that had kept me nearly sleepless
for weeks; at Sri Yukteswar's words the agony vanished as though
it had never been.
I started to kneel at his feet in gratitude, but he quickly prevented
me.
"Don't be childish. Get up and enjoy the beauty of the moon over
the Ganges." But Master's eyes were twinkling happily as I stood
in silence beside him. I understood by his attitude that he wanted
me to feel that not he, but God, had been the Healer.
I wear even now the heavy silver and lead bangle, a memento of that
day-long-past, ever-cherished-when I found anew that I was living
with a personage indeed superhuman. On later occasions, when
I brought my friends to Sri Yukteswar for healing, he invariably
recommended jewels or the bangle, extolling their use as an act of
astrological wisdom.
I had been prejudiced against astrology from my childhood, partly
because I observed that many people are sequaciously attached to it,
and partly because of a prediction made by our family astrologer:
"You will marry three times, being twice a widower.
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