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The thought arose in my mind that the man was hypocritical, wearing the outward symbols of renunciation without a corresponding inward grace. "No sooner had I passed the ascetic than my astounded eye fell on Babaji. He was kneeling in front of a matted-haired anchorite. "'Guruji! I hastened to his side. 'Sir, what are you doing here?
"I see, Guruji; you have solved my problem." I smiled gratefully. "I do realize now that I have found God, for whenever the joy of meditation has returned subconsciously during my active hours, I have been subtly directed to adopt the right course in everything, even details."
Its people will lend ears more receptive to India's ancient wisdom if the strange Hindu teacher has a university degree." "You know best, Guruji." My gloom departed. The reference to the West I found puzzling, remote; but my opportunity to please Master by obedience was vitally immediate. "You will be near in Calcutta; come here whenever you find time." "Every day if possible, Master!
"Guruji," I said, "from my twelfth year on, I have made many unsuccessful attempts to reach the Himalayas. Parvati, mythologically represented as a daughter of Himavat or the sacred mountains, is a name given to the SHAKTI or "consort" of Shiva. "You are strong enough now to travel.
"English or no English, your words on yoga shall be heard in the West." I laughed. "Well, dear guruji, I hardly think the Americans will learn Bengali! When I broke the news of my plans to Father, he was utterly taken aback. To him America seemed incredibly remote; he feared he might never see me again. "How can you go?" he asked sternly. "Who will finance you?"
The illustrious successor in the formal Shankara line, Jagadguru Sri Shankaracharya of Sringeri Math, wrote an inspiring ODE dedicated to Sadasiva. EAST-WEST for July, 1942, carried an article on Sadasiva's life. "Guruji, I am glad to find you alone this morning." I had just arrived at the Serampore hermitage, carrying a fragrant burden of fruit and roses. Sri Yukteswar glanced at me meekly.
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