A party of six friends gathered to greet me.
As I turned the conversation to spiritual subjects, my host observed
gloomily:
"'Oh, in these days India is destitute of saints!'
"'Babu,' I protested warmly, 'of course there are still great
masters in this land!'
"In a mood of exalted fervor, I felt impelled to relate my miraculous
experiences in the Himalayas. The little company was politely
incredulous.
"'Lahiri,' one man said soothingly, 'your mind has been under a
strain in those rarefied mountain airs. This is some daydream you
have recounted.'
"Burning with the enthusiasm of truth, I spoke without due thought.
'If I call him, my guru will appear right in this house.'
"Interest gleamed in every eye; it was no wonder that the group
was eager to behold a saint materialized in such a strange way.
Half-reluctantly, I asked for a quiet room and two new woolen
blankets.
"'The master will materialize from the ether,' I said. 'Remain
silently outside the door; I shall soon call you.'
"I sank into the meditative state, humbly summoning my guru. The
darkened room soon filled with a dim aural moonlight; the luminous
figure of Babaji emerged.
"'Lahiri, do you call me for a trifle?' The master's gaze was stern.
'Truth is for earnest seekers, not for those of idle curiosity. It
is easy to believe when one sees; there is nothing then to deny.
Supersensual truth is deserved and discovered by those who overcome
their natural materialistic skepticism.
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