One of her chief disciples
is her husband. Many years ago, soon after their marriage, he took
the vow of silence."
The chela pointed to a broad-shouldered, fine-featured man with
long hair and hoary beard. He was standing quietly in the midst of
the gathering, his hands folded in a disciple's reverential attitude.
Refreshed by her dip in the Infinite, Ananda Moyi Ma was now focusing
her consciousness on the material world.
"Father, please tell me where you stay." Her voice was clear and
melodious.
"At present, in Calcutta or Ranchi; but soon I shall be returning
to America."
"America?"
"Yes. An Indian woman saint would be sincerely appreciated there
by spiritual seekers. Would you like to go?"
"If Father can take me, I will go."
This reply caused her near-by disciples to start in alarm.
"Twenty or more of us always travel with the Blissful Mother," one
of them told me firmly. "We could not live without her. Wherever
she goes, we must go."
Reluctantly I abandoned the plan, as possessing an impractical
feature of spontaneous enlargement!
"Please come at least to Ranchi, with your disciples," I said on
taking leave of the saint. "As a divine child yourself, you will
enjoy the little ones in my school."
"Whenever Father takes me, I will gladly go."
A short time later the Ranchi VIDYALAYA was in gala array for the
saint's promised visit. The youngsters looked forward to any day
of festivity-no lessons, hours of music, and a feast for the climax!
"Victory! Ananda Moyi Ma, ki jai!" This reiterated chant from
scores of enthusiastic little throats greeted the saint's party
as it entered the school gates.
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