The thrilling touch of his divine flesh still persists around the inner sides of my arms and in my palms whenever I recall those glorious hours. I could detect the same faint, fragrant, natural odor which had been characteristic of his body before. “Only a little!” I had been embracing him with an octopus grip. “Please, dear one,” he said, “won’t you relax your hold a little?” There you and your exalted loved ones shall someday come to be with me.” Its inhabitants are better able than earthly humanity to meet my lofty standards. I am in truth resurrected-not on earth but on an astral planet. From the cosmic atoms I created an entirely new body, exactly like that cosmic-dream physical body which you laid beneath the dream-sands at Puri in your dream-world. Though I see it as ethereal, to your sight it is physical. “But is it you, Master, the same Lion of God? Are you wearing a body like the one I buried beneath the cruel Puri sands?” I left you only for a little while am I not with you again?” “I did not want to interfere with your happy anticipation of seeing the pilgrimage spot where first I met Babaji. “Why did you let me go to the Kumbha Mela? How bitterly have I blamed myself for leaving you!” “Master mine, beloved of my heart, why did you leave me?” I was incoherent in an excess of joy. Moment of moments! The anguish of past months was toll I counted weightless against the torrential bliss now descending. “My son!” Master spoke tenderly, on his face an angel-bewitching smile.įor 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. Waves of rapture engulfed me as I beheld the flesh and blood form of Sri Yukteswar! Before my open and astonished eyes, the whole room was transformed into a strange world, the sunlight transmuted into supernal splendor. 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. I was scheduled for several public addresses in Bombay before leaving on a return visit to Bengal. My Western voyage had, for the time being, been cancelled. Wondrously uplifted, I felt that some spiritual event was presaged. When I could not understand the exact message of Lord Krishna, he departed with a gesture of blessing. The divine figure waved to me, smiling and nodding in greeting. Shining over the roof of a high building across the street, the ineffable vision had suddenly burst on my sight as I gazed out of my long open third-story window. “Lord Krishna!” The glorious form of the avatar appeared in a shimmering blaze as I sat in my room at the Regent Hotel in Bombay.
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