May I thus atone for the sin I have today committed against
you, my guru.'
"Even when I quietly accepted this proposal of my husband's, 'I
was the same.' And, Father, in front of you now, 'I am the same.'
Ever afterward, though the dance of creation change around me in
the hall of eternity, 'I shall be the same.'"
Ananda Moyi Ma sank into a deep meditative state. Her form was
statue-still; she had fled to her ever-calling kingdom. The dark
pools of her eyes appeared lifeless and glassy. This expression
is often present when saints remove their consciousness from the
physical body, which is then hardly more than a piece of soulless
clay. We sat together for an hour in the ecstatic trance. She
returned to this world with a gay little laugh.
"Please, Ananda Moyi Ma," I said, "come with me to the garden. Mr.
Wright will take some pictures."
"Of course, Father. Your will is my will." Her glorious eyes retained
the unchanging divine luster as she posed for many photographs.
Time for the feast! Ananda Moyi Ma squatted on her blanket-seat,
a disciple at her elbow to feed her. Like an infant, the saint
obediently swallowed the food after the chela had brought it to
her lips. It was plain that the Blissful Mother did not recognize
any difference between curries and sweetmeats!
As dusk approached, the saint left with her party amidst a shower
of rose petals, her hands raised in blessing on the little lads.
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