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It was no great feat to transform the once Swami of the flowing robes and lofty port into a hulking skulking negro tramp, like the sturdy villains of ancient days, sleeping in woody nooks by day, and pursuing his slow journey under the stars, answering the look of such human beings as he met with suspicion, keeping to the hamlets where police officers were scarce and knowledge of the criminal world scarcer, and where solitary house-wives, whose men were in the field, could be persuaded, half through charity and half through fear, to dole out food.
Particularly in the districts of Krishnagar and Bishnupur, many silent devotees to this day have kept the invisible current of spiritual meditation flowing. Among many saints who received KRIYA from Lahiri Mahasaya may be mentioned the illustrious Swami Vhaskarananda Saraswati of Benares, and the Deogarh ascetic of high stature, Balananda Brahmachari.
As we proceeded hand in hand, the swami in his wooden sandals was strangely able to outpace me, though I wore these stout walking shoes. "'How long will it take you to reach my place? Pranabanandaji suddenly halted to ask me this question. "'About half an hour. "'I have something else to do at present. He gave me an enigmatical glance. 'I must leave you behind.
He has stated that he gave yoga initiation to Shankara, ancient founder of the Swami Order, and to Kabir, famous medieval saint. His chief nineteenth-century disciple was, as we know, Lahiri Mahasaya, revivalist of the lost KRIYA art.
But there is still another much esteemed by the student-lóg; one who can skilfully flavour a pillau of learned talk, as the Swami can flavour a pillau of religion. Where he comes, there will be trouble afterwards, and arrests. But no Siri Chandranath. He is off making trouble elsewhere." "Chandranath here?" Roy's heart gave a jerk, half excitement, half apprehension.
Lena glanced discomfited at the retreating back of her husband and said, "I'm sure I didn't notice anything peculiar." A curious gleam came into Ram Juna's sleepy eyes. "Ah, then you, like me, love to examine the soul, your own or another's. You have fellow feeling. So you forgive. May I sit here beside you?" Lena drew aside her petticoats and the Swami shared her little sofa.
Others, who have listened perhaps to the pleasing words of a clever, yellow-robed Hindu Swami, ask the question, "Why should we spend our money in sending the Gospel to these wonderfully bright people of the East; are they not able to take care of themselves; and is not their faith adequate to their needs?" To this we simply say: "Come with us to India and see for yourselves.
Early went on, undisturbed and very audible: "I do not introduce you to Swami Ram Juna, because introductions belong to the world of conventionalities, and he lives in that world where real human relations are the only things that count; but I put your hand in his, in token of the contact in which your spirit may meet his great soul."
He gains, as you may suppose, a certain influence over men, and more especially over women, if that be a part of his religion. It was not with the Swami. It is with me!" "You are a strange man, Orme," I said, drawing a long breath. "The most dangerous man, the most singular, the most immoral I ever knew." "No," he said, reaching for his cigar case, "I was only born without what you call morals.
'You don't need your defensive thorns. I will protect you. Gradually the useful plant of the desert emerged in a thornless variety." I was charmed at this miracle. "Please, dear Luther, give me a few cacti leaves to plant in my garden at Mount Washington." A workman standing near-by started to strip off some leaves; Burbank prevented him. "I myself will pluck them for the swami."
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