"My husband, in lotus posture, was levitated in the center of
the room, surrounded by angels who were worshiping him with the
supplicating dignity of palm-folded hands. Astonished beyond measure,
I was convinced that I was still dreaming.
"'Woman,' Lahiri Mahasaya said, 'you are not dreaming. Forsake your
sleep forever and forever.' As he slowly descended to the floor,
I prostrated myself at his feet.
"'Master,' I cried, 'again and again I bow before you! Will you
pardon me for having considered you as my husband? I die with shame
to realize that I have remained asleep in ignorance by the side of
one who is divinely awakened. From this night, you are no longer
my husband, but my guru. Will you accept my insignificant self as
your disciple?' {FN31-1}
"The master touched me gently. 'Sacred soul, arise. You are
accepted.' He motioned toward the angels. 'Please bow in turn to
each of these holy saints.'
"When I had finished my humble genuflections, the angelic voices
sounded together, like a chorus from an ancient scripture.
"'Consort of the Divine One, thou art blessed. We salute thee.'
They bowed at my feet and lo! their refulgent forms vanished. The
room darkened.
"My guru asked me to receive initiation into KRIYA YOGA.
"'Of course,' I responded. 'I am sorry not to have had its blessing
earlier in my life.'
"'The time was not ripe.' Lahiri Mahasaya smiled consolingly. 'Much
of your karma I have silently helped you to work out.
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