It was not until the disciple had reached his thirty-third year
that Babaji deemed the time to be ripe to openly reestablish the
never-severed link. Then, after their brief meeting near Ranikhet,
the selfless master banished his dearly-beloved disciple from the
little mountain group, releasing him for an outward world mission.
"My son, I shall come whenever you need me." What mortal lover can
bestow that infinite promise?
Unknown to society in general, a great spiritual renaissance began
to flow from a remote corner of Benares. Just as the fragrance of
flowers cannot be suppressed, so Lahiri Mahasaya, quietly living
as an ideal householder, could not hide his innate glory. Slowly,
from every part of India, the devotee-bees sought the divine nectar
of the liberated master.
The English office superintendent was one of the first to notice a
strange transcendental change in his employee, whom he endearingly
called "Ecstatic Babu."
"Sir, you seem sad. What is the trouble?" Lahiri Mahasaya made this
sympathetic inquiry one morning to his employer.
"My wife in England is critically ill. I am torn by anxiety."
"I shall get you some word about her." Lahiri Mahasaya left the
room and sat for a short time in a secluded spot. On his return he
smiled consolingly.
"Your wife is improving; she is now writing you a letter." The
omniscient yogi quoted some parts of the missive.
"Ecstatic Babu, I already know that you are no ordinary man.
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