'The Yogi-Christ Babaji! The
invisible-visible savior Babaji! Oh, if I could just recall the
past and be once more in his presence, to show my devotion at his
lotus feet!'
"'Never mind,' Lahiri Mahasaya said consolingly. 'He has promised
to see you again.'
"'Gurudeva, the divine master asked me to give you a message. "Tell
Lahiri," he said, "that the stored-up power for this life now runs
low; it is nearly finished."'
"At my utterance of these enigmatic words, Lahiri Mahasaya's figure
trembled as though touched by a lightning current. In an instant
everything about him fell silent; his smiling countenance turned
incredibly stern. Like a wooden statue, somber and immovable in
its seat, his body became colorless. I was alarmed and bewildered.
Never in my life had I seen this joyous soul manifest such awful
gravity. The other disciples present stared apprehensively.
"Three hours passed in utter silence. Then Lahiri Mahasaya resumed
his natural, cheerful demeanor, and spoke affectionately to each
of the chelas. Everyone sighed in relief.
"I realized by my master's reaction that Babaji's message had been
an unmistakable signal by which Lahiri Mahasaya understood that his
body would soon be untenanted. His awesome silence proved that
my guru had instantly controlled his being, cut his last cord
of attachment to the material world, and fled to his ever-living
identity in Spirit. Babaji's remark had been his way of saying:
'I shall be ever with you.
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