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I forbid such a cruel, wanton sacrifice of a sweet life." The Swami, taking a step toward the door, swept his long thin arm with a gesture that embraced the thousands beyond. "Captain Sahib," he said solemnly, "if thou wert to raise thy voice in anger against this holy, soul-redeeming observance thou wouldst be torn to pieces; not even I could stop them if insult were offered to Omkar.
"As you say," said Dick, in sprightly fashion, "the best thing is to forget the whole incident. Lenox, if you will give me those papers, I must be off." "Our lines lie parallel," said the Swami. "Will you permit that I walk with you?" The four who remained stood awkwardly during the departure, and with the closing of the door, Mr. Lenox gave an inarticulate ejaculation.
Early smoked, the Swami joined him in the slow sipping of a liqueur. There is a frankness of those who have nothing to hide; there is a frankness which makes a mask for him who is, below the surface, all mystery.
"Have you seen anything of that nigger preacher?" "The Swami?" asked Lena. The man nodded. "He was here a moment ago at least I think he was. I I'm not sure. And he seems to have gone away. I don't know where he is." She looked vaguely around. "Left this in his hurry, I guess," said the man, taking possession of the turban. "He must be hiding somewhere near.
All at once his body seemed thin and empty, as a spent cocoon. "I draw all the organs into the thorax," he explained. "When one has studied under the Swami, as I have, he gains control over all his different muscles, voluntary and involuntary. He can, to a great extent, cut off or increase the nerve force in any muscle. Simple tricks in magic become easy to him.
Naturally the Swami was pleased at two such early callers, and his narrow, half-bald head, long slim nose, sharp grey eyes, and sallow, unwholesome complexion showed his pleasure in every line and feature. Rubbing his hands together as he motioned us into the next room, the Swami seated us on a circular divan with piles of cushions upon it.
Thus I came to understand my guru's veiled prophecy about the improbability of the man's initiation." Lahiri Mahasaya had a very famous friend, Swami Trailanga, who was reputed to be over three hundred years old. The two yogis often sat together in meditation. Trailanga's fame is so widespread that few Hindus would deny the possibility of truth in any story of his astounding miracles.
Once again I gazed on the Taj Mahal; in memory Jitendra stood by my side, awed by the dream in marble. Then on to the Brindaban ashram of Swami Keshabananda. My object in seeking out Keshabananda was connected with this book. I had never forgotten Sri Yukteswar's request that I write the life of Lahiri Mahasaya.
I like to hear the Swami Abikadanda talk; and I don't want a regular cut-and-dried wedding; but I'm not going to take any risks about a thing like that. The clergyman will be there, and you will give me away, and Gladys and Victoria will be the bridesmaids, and Arthur will be the best man, and Howard and Willis "
It was founded in 1906 by Barendra Kumar Ghose, a brother of Arabindo, and by Bhupendranath Dutt, only brother of the celebrated Swami Vivekananda, who visited Europe and America as the missionary of the Hindu revival and has been revered in India, since his premature death in 1905, as a modern rishi and a no less great one than those of ancient Vedic times.
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