Bose shook his head mournfully. "She simply has no more
blood left to shed."
"She will recover," I replied stoutly. "In seven days her fever
will be gone."
A week later I was thrilled to see Nalini open her eyes and gaze at
me with loving recognition. From that day her recovery was swift.
Although she regained her usual weight, she bore one sad scar of her
nearly fatal illness: her legs were paralyzed. Indian and English
specialists pronounced her a hopeless cripple.
The incessant war for her life which I had waged by prayer had
exhausted me. I went to Serampore to ask Sri Yukteswar's help. His
eyes expressed deep sympathy as I told him of Nalini's plight.
"Your sister's legs will be normal at the end of one month." He
added, "Let her wear, next to her skin, a band with an unperforated
two-carat pearl, held on by a clasp."
I prostrated myself at his feet with joyful relief.
"Sir, you are a master; your word of her recovery is enough But if
you insist I shall immediately get her a pearl."
My guru nodded. "Yes, do that." He went on to correctly describe
the physical and mental characteristics of Nalini, whom he had
never seen.
"Sir," I inquired, "is this an astrological analysis? You do not
know her birth day or hour."
Sri Yukteswar smiled. "There is a deeper astrology, not dependent
on the testimony of calendars and clocks. Each man is a part of
the Creator, or Cosmic Man; he has a heavenly body as well as one
of earth.
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