Too much astounded to utter a word, I stood
up and gazed at him questioningly.
"I was pleased that you got my telepathic message." Master's voice
was calm, entirely normal. "I have now finished my business in
Calcutta, and shall arrive in Serampore by the ten o'clock train."
As I still stared mutely, Sri Yukteswar went on, "This is not
an apparition, but my flesh and blood form. I have been divinely
commanded to give you this experience, rare to achieve on earth.
Meet me at the station; you and Dijen will see me coming toward you,
dressed as I am now. I shall be preceded by a fellow passenger-a
little boy carrying a silver jug."
My guru placed both hands on my head, with a murmured blessing. As
he concluded with the words, "TABA ASI," {FN19-1} I heard a peculiar
rumbling sound. {FN19-2} His body began to melt gradually within
the piercing light. First his feet and legs vanished, then his
torso and head, like a scroll being rolled up. To the very last, I
could feel his fingers resting lightly on my hair. The effulgence
faded; nothing remained before me but the barred window and a pale
stream of sunlight.
I remained in a half-stupor of confusion, questioning whether I had
not been the victim of a hallucination. A crestfallen Dijen soon
entered the room.
"Master was not on the nine o'clock train, nor even the nine-thirty."
My friend made his announcement with a slightly apologetic air.
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