After a few minutes my feet were free. I sat down and went into a
deep meditation, unceasingly thanking God not only for answering my
prayer but for blessing me by a meeting with Babaji. My whole body
seemed sanctified through the touch of the ancient, ever-youthful
master. Long had it been my burning desire to behold him.
Until now, I have never recounted to anyone this story of my meeting
with Babaji. Holding it as the most sacred of my human experiences,
I have hidden it in my heart. But the thought occurred to me that
readers of this autobiography may be more inclined to believe in
the reality of the secluded Babaji and his world interests if I
relate that I saw him with my own eyes. I have helped an artist to
draw a true picture of the great Yogi-Christ of modern India; it
appears in this book.
The eve of my departure for the United States found me in Sri
Yukteswar's holy presence.
"Forget you were born a Hindu, and don't be an American. Take the
best of them both," Master said in his calm way of wisdom. "Be your
true self, a child of God. Seek and incorporate into your being
the best qualities of all your brothers, scattered over the earth
in various races."
Then he blessed me: "All those who come to you with faith, seeking
God, will be helped. As you look at them, the spiritual current
emanating from your eyes will enter into their brains and change
their material habits, making them more God-conscious.
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