My Western voyage had, for the time being, been cancelled. I was
scheduled for several public addresses in Bombay before leaving on
a return visit to Bengal.
Sitting on my bed in the Bombay hotel at three o'clock in the
afternoon of June 19, 1936-one week after the vision of Krishna-I
was roused from my meditation by a beatific light. Before my open
and astonished eyes, the whole room was transformed into a strange
world, the sunlight transmuted into supernal splendor.
Waves of rapture engulfed me as I beheld the flesh and blood form
of Sri Yukteswar!
"My son!" Master spoke tenderly, on his face an angel-bewitching
smile.
For the first time in my life I did not kneel at his feet in
greeting but instantly advanced to gather him hungrily in my arms.
Moment of moments! The anguish of past months was toll I counted
weightless against the torrential bliss now descending.
"Master mine, beloved of my heart, why did you leave me?" I was
incoherent in an excess of joy. "Why did you let me go to the KUMBHA
MELA? How bitterly have I blamed myself for leaving you!"
[Illustration: KRISHNA, ANCIENT PROPHET OF INDIA, A modern artist's
conception of the divine teacher whose spiritual counsel in the
Bhagavad Gita has become the Hindu Bible. Krishna is portrayed
in Hindu art with a peacock feather in his hair (symbol of the
Lord's lila, play or creative sport), and carrying a flute, whose
enrapturing notes awaken the devotees, one by one, from their sleep
of maya or cosmic delusion.
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