Fear not; you will be protected."
After a vibrant pause, Babaji addressed me again. "You are the one
I have chosen to spread the message of KRIYA YOGA in the West. Long
ago I met your guru Yukteswar at a KUMBHA MELA; I told him then I
would send you to him for training."
I was speechless, choked with devotional awe at his presence, and
deeply touched to hear from his own lips that he had guided me
to Sri Yukteswar. I lay prostrate before the deathless guru. He
graciously lifted me from the floor. Telling me many things about
my life, he then gave me some personal instruction, and uttered a
few secret prophecies.
"KRIYA YOGA, the scientific technique of God-realization," he finally
said with solemnity, "will ultimately spread in all lands, and aid
in harmonizing the nations through man's personal, transcendental
perception of the Infinite Father."
With a gaze of majestic power, the master electrified me by a
glimpse of his cosmic consciousness. In a short while he started
toward the door.
"Do not try to follow me," he said. "You will not be able to do
so."
"Please, Babaji, don't go away!" I cried repeatedly. "Take me with
you!"
Looking back, he replied, "Not now. Some other time."
Overcome by emotion, I disregarded his warning. As I tried to pursue
him, I discovered that my feet were firmly rooted to the floor.
From the door, Babaji gave me a last affectionate glance. He raised
his hand by way of benediction and walked away, my eyes fixed on
him longingly.
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