He
healed the rebellious veterinary surgeon in spite of his disbelief,
and extended the man's natural term on earth by six months, just
because of my earnest supplication. Sri Yukteswar was boundless in
his kindness when confronted by the urgent prayer of a devotee.
It was my proudest privilege to bring college friends to meet my
guru. Many of them would lay aside-at least in the ashram!-their
fashionable academic cloak of religious skepticism.
One of my friends, Sasi, spent a number of happy week ends in
Serampore. Master became immensely fond of the boy, and lamented
that his private life was wild and disorderly.
"Sasi, unless you reform, one year hence you will be dangerously
ill." Sri Yukteswar gazed at my friend with affectionate exasperation.
"Mukunda is the witness: don't say later that I didn't warn you."
Sasi laughed. "Master, I will leave it to you to interest a sweet
charity of cosmos in my own sad case! My spirit is willing but my
will is weak. You are my only savior on earth; I believe in nothing
else."
"At least you should wear a two-carat blue sapphire. It will help
you."
"I can't afford one. Anyhow, dear guruji, if trouble comes, I fully
believe you will protect me."
"In a year you will bring three sapphires," Sri Yukteswar replied
cryptically. "They will be of no use then."
Variations on this conversation took place regularly. "I can't
reform!" Sasi would say in comical despair.
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