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Solitude is an invaluable help

to keep the mind ever in tune

with the indwelling infinite

Reality. It is something like

recharging the exhausted bat-

tery of life, so that life’s mis-

sion in the world may bear

ampler and more glorious

fruit.

Swami Ramdas

The most humble person

being completely busy with

the Great God has no time to

talk about himself. A

wonderful child blooms like a

flower, unable to talk or

advertise about its fragrance

or beauty. So a Divine man

must be, absorbed in the

beauty of God, unaware like a

child of his own qualities.

Paramhansa Yogananda

To know God means to surrender to Him, totally and com-

pletely. When you give everything to the beloved Infinite, then

as a loving Divine Mother God looks after your every need. As

Jesus said, as you give so shall you receive. First, give your

heart, mind and soul, and in return God will give you the great-

est treasure in all the three worlds, Himself.

Yogacharya David Hickenbottom

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The Cross and The

Lotus Journal

September 2015, Vol. 16 No. 3

Dedicated to the Realization of God and Service to Him in All Forms

Mother Hamilton

The cross and lotus symbolizes the unity between East and West. The lotus is the sign of

illumined consciousness, the thousand petal lotus of the crown chakra. The cross is the

symbol of the body surrendered to the will of God. Following the way of the cross results in

the resurrection of illumined consciousness.

The Cross and the Lotus, symbol of man. East and West blended, join hand in hand.

Marching toward the infinite light and life divine. Lift up your eyes and see the star,

descending from heaven where e’er you are. Be filled with the peace and ecstasy of God’s almighty love.

Aum-Amen. The Reverend Yogacharya Mother Hamilton

The Cross and The Lotus Journal is published by

The Cross and The Lotus Publishing Mount Vernon, WA, U.S.A.

Website: www.crossandlotus.com

E-mail: [email protected]

© 2015 The Cross and The Lotus Publishing is dedicated to the publication of materials that

promote God-realization. Our spiritual lineage begins with Jesus Christ and Babaji and flows

down to us through Lahiri Mahasaya, Swami Sri Yukteswar, Paramhansa Yogananda and

Yogacharya Mother Hamilton.

The Reverend Yogacharya David Hickenbottom continues this lineage with the help and

support of many sincere devotees. We are dedicated to realizing God and serving devotees of

every race, color, creed and religion.

Mother Hamilton often said she was the product of two fully illumined Masters, her own

Guru, Paramhansa Yogananda, and Swami Ramdas. We therefore feature articles about

Swami Ramdas and Anandashram. We bow to the feet of Saints and realized Masters of all

religions.

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Journal Editors: Larry & Cate Koler

Calendar of Events Sept. 13 Rosh Hashanah (ends evening Sept. 15)

23 Fall Equinox (1:22 a.m. PDT)

26 Lahiri Mahasaya’s Mahasamadhi Day (1895)

30 Lahiri Mahasaya’s Birthday (1828)

Oct. 12 Mother Krishnabai’s Birthday (1903)

12 Swami Satchidananda’s Mahasamadhi Day (2008)

12 Thanksgiving Day (Canada)

Nov. 12 Swami Satchidananda’s Birthday (1919)

26 Thanksgiving Day (U.S.A.)

Dec. 6 Hanukkah (sundown) ends sundown on Dec. 24, 2015

21 Winter Solstice (8:48 p.m. PST)

25 Christmas Day, Mother Hamilton’s Birthday (1904)

27 Swami Ramdas’ Sannyas Day (1922)

Center News Yogacharya David will continue to stay in touch with Cen-

ters and devotees while on his upcoming pilgrimage. He will

continue SKYPE meetings once a month with Centers.

Yogacharya David strongly encourages devotees to attend

their local Centers for services. It is important to attend center

gatherings even while David is on pilgrimage. Mother Hamil-

ton used to encourage all the devotees to do so while she was

traveling. It’s not only what each person gets when attending

these times of upliftment and fellowship but also bringing

one’s own Light to others that are attending.

He also plans to continue with phone and SKYPE appoint-

ments with devotees when possible. The search will be on to

make sure that he is within range for internet and phone access

while traveling.

The www.crossandlotus.com website will be routinely up-

dated so please check for dates and times for services.

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From the Master’s Kitchen One of the recipes originally published in Master’s Lessons

Cauliflower Soufflé

White sauce: 1 cup thick, made with milk or cauliflower water

Egg yolks: 4 beaten

Cauliflower: 1 cup cooked, cut

into tiny pieces

Egg whites: 4 beaten stiff

Combine white sauce, egg yolks,

and cauliflower. Cool and fold in

beaten egg whites. Pour into a but-

tered casserole and bake 20 minutes

in a hot oven—400°F.

Comments from our C&L chef,

Angela Victory

I don’t know why I didn’t see or think of this recipe before;

it’s the ultimate retro housewife dish. It’s a very different visual

thinking of Master at that time in his traditional Indian robe,

making it for company. I did a basic French béchamel sauce and

added a bit of curry powder in honor of Master. If you’re looking

for a spiritual workout you could beat the egg whites by hand as

I did and chant intensely “Om Sri Ram.”

It’s baking in the oven now and I have huge anticipation that it

will be spectacular as

soufflés are always

showy. You could make

it in the morning as a lot

of the ingredients need

to cool before the soufflé

is assembled, then baked

in the oven ready in time

for your lunch guests.

Served with salad on the

side.


Dear Friends,

We have all had moods, feeling

high or low or any number of feeling

states. In our life with God there are

also “moods,” but of a different na-

ture. In our oneness with God the Di-

vine Life may take on myriad expres-

sions.

The difference between Divine

moods and our human nature is that

when identified with the ego-nature

moods we experience further attach-

ment to the ego. If you feel happy,

you are thinking about your surround-

ings and find reasons to be happy. If you feel sad, you identify

with sadness and your entire consciousness is saturated with it.

Divine moods express themselves through you, and while they

are powerful feelings, you definitely feel that it is God Himself

who is moving through you, and there is always a part of you

that is not bound by the mood, even though you feel it fully. This

is a subtle distinction, but when you experience it the difference

is very clear.

Many times I have had God’s compassionate grief express it-

self through me. It is usually in relationship to a grief that some-

one else is going through, but there have been times when God

has grieved for this world through me without reference to an

individual, rather it has been an outpouring of compassionate

love for the pain that is suffered in this world.

At other times God’s great joy wells up in me in connection

with His universal Self; the Bliss of His Being expressed

throughout all creation in Christ Consciousness. Or it can be His

unbearable tenderness moving through me at the incredible

Beauty that is found in His omniscience. Every mood found in

human expression is only a pale reflection of what is experi-

enced through the Divine Mother’s heart and mind.

A particular divine mood has been with me all of this calendar

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year. I have felt that death has been stalking me: death to things

of the world, a feeling of finality and endings. Having gone

through the death of the ego and its many throes I am familiar

with what it means to die to the things of this world. This mood

that God is expressing through me is different than any of those

previous states of consciousness.

This feeling is definitely signaling the end of a stage of life. It

is as if God has gone on hiatus in this form. When I am with

devotees God expresses Himself much as He has in the past, I

feel His Bliss and Joy in doing so. However, I am feeling more

and more reclusive. Deep within I feel such stillness, an inner

equilibrium that has no impetus for outer motion.

In the most recent Praecepta Lesson from Yogananda for our

Bellingham Center Master writes that you should not live life

mechanically. Certainly discipline and accomplishing goals in

life is a great attribute to have, however what you do must have

life to it; to be mechanical only in your habits leads to death of

the soul.

In leading a life of surrender to God it will happen that you

may not know what lies in the future; as God takes you a step at

a time. I find myself in just such a stage, knowing not what will

come. My commitment to God and Guru in being a minister for

God is to teach the truth as God reveals it through me, to live the

life with integrity, and to serve all devotees as He directs me.

This I have done; this I will continue to do. In order to do this I

must be free to act according to His will. Knowing that I cannot

act mechanically and knowing not where He is taking me in this

adventure makes me know that I know nothing other than what

He is giving me, and right now He is in hiatus.

This hiatus is not an absence of God, far from it; this human

form strains daily to be an adequate conduit for all the power and

Grace that He passes through it. Day to day is a challenge just to

remain active to the degree that I do in this world. His fire burns

in me day and night, and His Bliss flares from this form out into

all space. However I feel He may change His mode of expres-

sion in this form, and that the Work may look different than it


Breathe and relax. Surrender against the earth. Focus on the sen-

sation in your right shoulder, allowing breath and life energy to

flow smoothly in, dissolving tension gradually. Keep your neck

relaxed. For deeper intensity you may press gently into the left

hand to further open the space between the shoulder blades.

When you are ready to come

out, use an inhalation to press

into the left hand and come up,

moving the right arm through

center and back up towards the

sky as you began the practice.

Exhale, release the right arm

down and return the left hand

to the starting position, on all

fours. Take a moment to sense

the effects of the practice be-

fore reversing to the other side.

Benefits: Stretches and releases tension from the shoulder

joints. Opens the space behind the heart. Twists the internal or-

gans, detoxifying and allowing for fresh blood and oxygen to

replenish. Restorative, calming and grounding. Creates a safe

space for surrender of burdens and fears. Om Om Om. Namaste..


Yoga and Health Parsva-balasana (Thread the needle)

By Briana Jones

This is a wonderful nurturing pose to connect inward during

the winds of change that come with the fall season. Be supported

while gently twisting and stretching the shoulder joints. Breath,

surrender and blessed opening are the keys to receive nourish-

ment for the body, mind and spirit in this yoga asana.

Props: Even floor space, blanket or mat.

Practice: Begin on all fours on your mat with your shoulders

in line over your wrists and your hips over your knees. Turn

your left hand 90 degrees to the right, palm flat and fingers

spread. Take an inhalation and lift your right arm up to the sky,

allowing the chest to follow. On your exhalation, bring the right

arm down, palm facing up and thread it through the space be-

tween your left arm and left leg. Your left arm will bend and cre-

ate a neat window. As you thread the arm through, allow your

right shoulder and the right side of your head to naturally come

to the floor. Maintain the window made by the bend in your left

arm and check in with your hips to make sure they are in an even

line behind you (the right hip may want to sneak forward.)


has in the past years. What these changes may be is uncertain, as

God has offered some ideas, but nothing solid has evolved as of

yet.

During his later years Master went to his desert retreat far

more often; Mother talked of going into seclusion in order to

write; perhaps this new stage will have more time in solitude.

Certainly in this last year I have travelled less to the Centers, and

there may come a time when new teachers will come forward to

bring their Light of God more greatly into this world.

When Mother asked me to teach she said I should not speak of

philosophy only, but I should relate my own experiences. While

God is particular about what experiences He relates through this

form, I have always done as my Guru has asked me. And I con-

tinue this tradition even now by relating to you in “real time”

what God is doing in this form.

My love for God, Gurus and being in service to all sincere

seekers remains undiminished; surely He will guide me in ways

that will be for the highest good of all concerned, for this is my

prayer to Him.

Who Is A True Devotee?

If you have faith in God, be fearless. His votaries al-

ways feel free and immortal. Their hearts are purified of

all dross of attachments and clingings to perishable ob-

jects. They are kind and compassionate towards their suf-

fering brethren. Their lives are simple and overflowing.

They have nothing to do with the spirit of calculation,

bargaining and expectation of return for the service they

do. They are the beacons that enlighten the path that leads

to eternal blessedness and beatitude.…

– Swami Ramdas


My dear ________,

We receive such majestic glimpses when we allow God to

guide our perceptions. The ordinary transforms into the extraor-

dinary, the mundane becomes transcendent, and life and con-

sciousness is transformed at the magical touch of Divine Life.

Surely no words can tell of the subtlety and sublimity of such a

moment. You are blessed. If you are “off your rocker,” then we

should all be knocked a bit off our rockers as well!

Victory to the highest Light that it may illumine one and all!

With all love and blessings,

Letter to a Devotee Hi David,

I had a beautiful experience one morning and you may enjoy

hearing about it or you may think I’m “off my rocker.” I was

sitting in my meditation chair looking out the window. Outside

the window are some rose bushes. I noticed a downy feather that

seemed to be floating above a leaf and dancing in the breeze. I

realized it was caught on a filament of webbing and thought how

wonderful this one thread could hold a feather and keep it sus-

pended. Then a fly came and walked upside down under the leaf.

The leaf was glowing a vibrant green in the sun. A tiny gnat then

entered the picture and it was as if I was looking into a beautiful

little world. The scene was brought into a close-up focus. I mar-

veled at how the fly was walking upside down and then it flew

away from the leaf. I thought how free it was in its movements

and was moved almost to tears. I was suddenly aware of the

heaviness of my body in comparison with all the elements in this

scene. God was in this small scenario, in every life form, from

the tiniest gnat, the leaf, the fly and the lovely feather suspended

in air. I felt so uplifted for the rest of the day and all this week

when I remember it. Truly this was a gift.


Rest now, gathering-in all wayward thoughts, which assault

pure knowing!

His timing is immaculate and unerring.

Surrender whole-heartedly into His keeping, as before.

While memories of past betrayals haunt every soul rising up,

deep within your quiet heart a shining Light breaks through

filling the very heavens!

As a mother knows not the exact moment her cherished

child will be born—so too in Spirit. Everything is moved in a

peerless order and perfection, eventuating in sacred realiza-

tion.

The “thousand-petalled lotus” of the brain opens, revealing a

splendor no man can give voice to or control whatsoever.

Only turn to God unceasingly. He will bring you Home, one

moment at a time.

Out of the Mouths of Babes By Cate Koler

My grandson, Leo (7 yrs.)

inherited his 1st grade class-

room’s tadpoles, which over the

summer completed their meta-

morphosis to frogs. His mom

has to purchase live crickets

from the pet store as that is

what they require for food. The

other day Leo dropped and

cracked open the plastic con-

tainer with the crickets and as

he was trying to catch the es-

capees this is what I heard:

“I’m sorry, little crickets, but I have to put you back in here. I

know you don’t want to be frog food. But don’t worry—heaven

is the best place there is.”


His Immortal Stamp By Rebecca Barnowe

Often it is displayed before all, that you of yourself are noth-

ing. Nothing whatsoever! To be taken aback will never con-

strain the Power of God underway to uplift all. It simply en-

sures that no form of ‘small’ selfhood can ever become lodged

in presumption—something that has torn countless civiliza-

tions down from magnificent heights.

How merciful the Christ, who protects each by purifying

heart and mind ceaselessly, drawing them into complete ab-

sorption in Him!

Feel His Presence even now, ever enfolding you, comforting

and expanding every aspect of your being.

He has designed you in His Image and shall never release

you until the very last touch of His artistry is accomplished.

More and more subtle refinements are woven in. More and

more beatific qualities are opened. More and more intimacy is

aroused, making every cell of your being ring, in titillating re-

sponse to His Infinite bliss, permeating through every yielding

atom of your flesh.

“And there appeared a great wonder in heav-

en…” (Revelations 12:1)

Feeling the ever mounting swell of divine perfection—

moving into mind, body and spirit like an Immense wave, re-

sist not!

You have called this in. Receive in complete trust. The bor-

derline between your human self and Christ is merging now,

whether your mind can fathom this or not.

All things are possible in God. Open into His Omnipresence,

as a wave is drawn gently back from the shore to endless Sea.

Who planted the idea into your mind and heart to seek Him

alone? He has prepared the soil, watered it ceaselessly; tended

it through countless star-lit nights and ambrosial dawns, shep-

herded by Masters and divine Intuition through many eons.


The Elixir from The Temple (1633) by George Herbert

Teach me, my God and King,

In all things Thee to see,

And what I do in anything,

To do it as for Thee.

Not rudely, as a beast,

To run into an action;

But still to make thee prepossest,

And give it his perfection.

A man that looks on glass,

On it may stay his eye;

Or if he pleaseth, through it pass,

And then the heav’n espy.

All may of Thee partake:

Nothing can be so mean,

Which with his tincture—“for thy sake”—

Will not grow bright and clean.

A servant with this clause

Makes drudgery divine:

Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws,

Makes that and th’action fine.

This is the famous stone

That turneth all to gold:

For that which God doth touch and own

Cannot for less be told.

George Herbert (3 April,1593 – 1 March, 1633) was a Welsh-born Eng-

lish poet, orator and Anglican priest. Herbert’s poetry is associated with the

writings of the metaphysical poets. This was one of Gandhi’s favorite hymns.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poet

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orator

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anglicanism

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Priest

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metaphysical_poetry


Thanksgiving An Excerpt from a Talk Given by

The Reverend Mother, Yogacharya M. Hamilton

in Seattle on November 26, 1980.

[Bible reading is Philippians, Chapter 4:4–10]

The Gift of Life

The greatest of all gifts that God gives us is this gift of life. It

is said that it is a very, very difficult thing to come by a human

incarnation, that many times souls wait outside the gate for mil-

lenniums, waiting to get back in again—depending on how your

heart was, how closely attuned to Him you were, what your kar-

mic debt was during your last lifetime on this earth. Sometimes

it is said that you are reborn almost immediately, and other times

that you must wait a thousand or more years. That’s interesting,

isn’t it?

In the meantime, where are you? You still exist. You don’t

have a physical body but you still exist. You still have that con-

sciousness within yourself. You still have the desire, the need to

express on the earth plane. And if you had conquered all of the

things which you should have conquered while you were in the

human body—and given that opportunity it would not be neces-


not only doctor to people but also to animals. And so we both

walked down to where this place was, and there was the poor

little water buffalo. She was kind of a small thing and she had

the most pathetic eyes, just standing there. She had one horn

that’d been broken off and a great big hunk of flesh and fur that

had been pasted back on, that had been knocked off. And she

was in a terrible state.

Well, we didn’t know if there were any bones broken. And

like always happens in India, the least little thing that happens

there, almost hundreds of people, right now, all around you. So

we, being the visiting dignitaries, they brought out chairs for

us. So we sat down and Satchidananda has a little crystal pen-

dulum—you’ve seen them advertised in the magazines—but he

uses it just as a means of concentration, so that God can help

him to concentrate to get what’s really wrong. So he got the

little pendulum out and discovered there were no bones broken,

that the water buffalo was suffering from shock. So he sent up

for some medication and it came down, and so they gave it to

the buffalo and the buffalo was fine the next day.


Memories of Swamiji [From a talk by Mother Hamilton given Christmas, 1977 after

her return from India.]

…Then I got to the ashram, and Satchidananda has never

heard the story of my inner experiences because we’ve never

had a chance to really sit down and talk. And he was so amazed

and so thrilled. And he said to me, “Mother, I’m going to tell

you something: You’ve got to write some books! You’ve got to

do it!” He said, “This that you have—this that God has put you

through is so far ahead, so far greater, so universal, so much

more so than anything I’ve ever heard of from anyone in my

life,” he said, “that it is fantastic.” He said, “It’s liable to start a

religious war but,” he said, “it has to be done because people

have been walking in blindness. They have been taught the par-

ables and they have taken them as historical truth,” he said,

“when actually what you say is the real Truth—that every scrip-

ture the world over is the history of the evolution of every man

from the human to the divine.

I’ll tell you another little story. This is a different kind.

Satchidananda is one of the most tremendous souls that I have

ever met. He is the heart, the mind, the hands, the brains, the

everything of that ashram, and now he has taken up the

study of homeopathy, I guess you would call it, in order that

Mother Krishnabai might have some help there. She had cancer.

She’s been cured of that. Now she has tuberculosis of the cervi-

cal center. And he told me that one day, when they first started

dealing with her and giving her medication, it took her 7 hours

to try to get out of bed—7 hours!—and she finally made it. So

she’s much better now, thanks to him. But he has studied all of

this, so now he not only takes care of Mother and everybody in

the ashram, but the whole village is coming to him, on top of all

of his other duties.

So he and I would take walks down the road, which was a

very pleasant thing out in the country, and very good for both of

us. And some people came running up and said that a water buf-

falo had been hit by a car and would he come right away? He’s


sary for you to wait outside the gate forever, but rather you

would have lifted yourselves up; you would have done what was

necessary in obedience to God and His laws. And it would have

been more than obedience because one can always obey, even

someone who has not loved. But there is that quality of love, of

total surrender, which also must go with it.

When your heart, your mind, your soul reaches out and yearns

for union with the Beloved, then it is that you are lifted up—into

the mountain of your being, into the higher state of conscious-

ness, into Heaven within yourselves—and not before, so that we

know that those of us who are back again and again and again,

come for a purpose. And that purpose is but for one thing, and

that is to perfect ourselves.

Give Thanks for Everything

Now no matter what your life is, you can give thanks for it.

It’s very easy to give thanks when things are going well, when

everything is given to us on a silver platter, so to speak. But not

everybody has that privilege. But you know when we are given

all of these things, we don’t often even think to thank God as the

True Giver because there could be no existence on this earth, of

anything—there could be no production of anything, no creation

of anything— it were not the Master Giver who is the

cause, the result and all that is between, of all things.

It is when we have to go through the hard knocks of life, and

then something good happens to us—we are released from some

torture, some pain, some illness, some terrible grief—that we

draw a deep sigh of relief and we say, “Thank You, Lord.” But

in the meantime, because we have had this experience of want,

of need within ourselves, we have been forced to raise our eyes

to the hills of our own being, to climb up into the ‘mountain’ and

pray to the Lord to give us surcease from this terrible suffering

that we feel is totally unwarranted, undeserved. And we don’t

understand why it has been given to us.

Why, for instance—this little child that we prayed for this

evening—why in the world, at two months old, would it come

with cancer of the eyes and of the bone marrow? Why? Were


you able to see that child filled with light, surrounded by light,

lifted up? You know the greatest way to do that is to put your

mind on God and to feel His love in your heart, to sit down and,

for anybody that hates you—anybody that gives you difficulty—

sit down and give them a “love potion.” Just concentrate on them

with everything you have, and send all of the love of God

within yourself to that one. See them filled with His light. See

them surrounded by His light. See their hearts and their minds

and their souls opening up to the love which you are sending

them. And then see the change which comes about.

Conflict is Harmony, Turmoil is Peace

You know all of us do things which we’re sorry for, but it’s

too bad that when we get into tempers and moods and anger

within ourselves, that we inflict them on those that we love the

most, that we put them sometimes through terrible things, when

they have not deserved it at all. And we’re just being nasty little

critters. And that shouldn’t be. But you know it’s a funny thing:

conflict is harmony and turmoil is peace to the Master Soul. And

every single thing that comes into our experience of life—

especially the things that are difficult for us—help to mold us,

like the potter molds his clay, until we become as it says in The

Prophet, by Gibran, that we become “sacred food for God’s sa-

cred feast.”

Every single thing that happens to us is but a preparation for

that beautiful, that wonderful, that final uplifting moment when

we have given the acrifice of ourselves on our own

cross, in order that we may find union with the “bridegroom,” or

the Christ, which is our true Self. And when you do that, it seems

as you look backward over your life, that you should give thanks

for every single thing that happened to you in an adverse way.

I am at that point in my life now. This has been some life that I

have lived, believe me, right from the first conscious memory

that I have. It was difficult. I came in contact with conflict. I was

born in utter poverty, in a family where there was no education,

no social graces, no anything! And all of my life has been a

cross. It’s been my cross, and I have packed it on my back. But I


The berth was too

short for him and he

twisted first one way

and then another, in an

effort to get comforta-

ble, while I held my

breath, hoping that he

and the whole ar-

rangement wouldn’t

come down on the

professor’s head. However, it seemed impossible for him to do

so, so he would stand the discomfort only just so long and then

he would get up and open the door and stand in the train vesti-

bule. The only trouble was that the platform was lighted and he

neglected each time to close the door, with the result that I got

the full benefit of the light in my face. Finally, after several such

episodes, I guess he gave up because he rolled his bedroll to-

gether and departed, of course leaving the door open behind him.

I got up and closed it and tried again to get some much-needed

sleep, but my efforts were in vain. This epistle seems to be get-

ting a little lengthy, so perhaps I had better continue my story in

another letter.

No doubt you will think that life in India would be pretty hard

to take. And in many cases this is true, if we are to judge it by

our standard of life; however, it is not only interesting but fasci-

nating. As has been said by many, the spell of the East gets into

your blood. Also, it can be a lot of fun if you just adjust your

thinking and take it all as a lark, remembering that God does

everything for the best. Any discomfort or hardship, no matter

how great, is an infinitesimally small price to pay for the privi-

lege of being able to sit at the feet of a completely God-realized

saint, who has truly followed the injunction of the Christ: Seek

ye first the kingdom of heaven, and for his efforts, as had

through the grace of God, all things of the Spirit added unto him.

May the new year bring a new awakening in your mind, your

heart and your soul, so that you may become aware of the won-

der, the beauty and the glory of God’s perfect love.

Father, Papa, Mataji & Mother, 1957


routine of answering questions with the professor. At last his eye

was caught up by my book, Autobiography of a Y ogi, by Yoga-

nanda. He asked to see it and immediately became so engrossed

in reading it that he was lost to the world.

One of Papa’s devotees in Coimbatore had insisted on meeting

our train and bringing our dinner to us. In order to do this, he had

to cook the dinner at home and then take a train from Coimba-

tore to Cannanore which is about eight miles. He had cooked a

delicious dinner of rice, nuts and pulse. He had also brought fruit

and, in addition, ordered tea served from the station food stand.

Such is the love and service we have received ever since we

have been in India.

Just as we finished eating, we happened to look down and saw

a huge cockroach wending its way across the floor. They make

them king-size here, the same as they are in the southern part of

our own country, a great deal of which is much like India. But

this one seemed to be the granddaddy of them all. I would judge

that he measured about 2½ inches from feelers to rear feathers.

Not wanting to wake up and find it walking over us, finally Fa-

ther helped it to join its ancestors. However, during the night, all

of its children came to mourn for it and in the morning we found

them running over the floor in all directions. Of course it could

also have been due to the fact that they carnivorous.

We had been told that there would be only the three of us in

the compartment, but deep down in our hearts we knew it was

really too much to ask for. And we were right. We had just suc-

ceeded in getting asleep after fighting the fans, the noise of the

train, the shouting of people on platforms, and the horrible awful

soot which pours through the windows, in greater measure, be-

cause coal instead of oil is used to fire the engines, when some-

one pounded on the door. The professor struggled to his feet and

opened it and a mountainous-looking man shoved his way in and

threw his bedroll on the upper berth, opposite Father’s. He went

in and out of the compartment several times and finally undid his

bedroll and hoisted himself up by way of the foot pedal attached

to the wall of the compartment. He didn’t bother to undress or

even take off his shoes.


had the courage to pack that cross. And I had the desire to fight,

and I’m a fightin’ little fool. Few of you know that. Believe me,

I am. And I’m something to meet up with when you don’t be-

have, so watch it—and not I, but God-within-me because you

see, I have come to the point where it doesn’t matter to me what

reaction I get from people, as long as I do what God tells me to,

about what they need to have done to them. And if I wind up

with their hating me, with their never wanting to see me again,

with their wanting to burn me into ashes, or anything else, that’s

alright with me. But I have reached that point, you see, where

conflict is harmony and turmoil is peace.

Mother is always in the Battlefield

I love a battle! I love the hard things that have come in my life.

I carry many scars on my body; like I think I’ve told you, I

counted twenty-two operations that I have had one day, and I

stopped at that, and I’m sure there must be a few more. So this

body’s pretty well been carved up. But yet it has more pep, more

energy—it can work longer hours, and have more fun and have

more life in it and be more active—than anybody I’ve met! Of

course I can’t go out and jog five or six or ten miles, like some

of you. But I could run a ways, and I can do the pep step. I can

walk fast, and you’ll have a hard time keeping up with me.

But anyway, this is the way my life is. And I love it! I love the

challenge of it. I like to get out in the middle of the battlefield

because you see, I’m not battling the real you; I’m battling the

little you—the ego—that one that wants to keep you from be-

coming everything that you should become in the fullness of

God. And every now and then I get very tired of this battle. I’m

always in the midst of something. And people expect me to live

their lives for them, make their decisions for them, and come to

me: “Mother, what do you think about this?” and “Mother, will

you do that?” And it’s really fantastic!—it’s really fantastic.

And so I’m always in the middle of a battlefield. And so lately

I’ve been thinking I’m going to get out of it. I wonder what

would happen if I would really get out of it, and every time

somebody came to me and said, “Well Mother, what do you


think about this?” and “I need help,” and I will say to them, “My

child, it’s my business”—which is the truth—“to teach you the

truth, to guide you, to direct you. But it is your business to take

that truth and live it. Now don’t ask me this question. Don’t ask

me to do this for you. You’ve got all of the techniques, all the

means for going inside of yourself and finding out the answers to

these things. The reason you want me to do it is because you

think that I’ve got all the answers, and I don’t. Only God has all

the answers. I have only the answers that He gives me each mo-

ment.”

Everybody thinks that I know everything about them. And

pretty much I do. But I didn’t go searching for them; He gives

them to me. But I’m not going out and ask[ing] for trouble. It’s

an amazing thing, you know, some of the things that you get in-

to. And the reason that people come to me is because they don’t

want to make a mistake in the human sense because they know

that if they make a mistake, they’re going to have to suffer in the

human sense; something is going to be taken away from them, or

they’re going to do the wrong thing and they’re going to have to

suffer or be embarrassed, or whatever the case might be. And

they don’t want to do it. They want everything to go very, very

smoothly.…

Conflict helps you to Grow

…But if you have conflict in your life, then rejoice and be ex-

ceedingly glad. And give thanks to God because that is your pe-

riod of growth, and without it you would not grow at all. Don’t

you realize that all nature is in conflict at all times, that that is

what promotes growth? Do you realize that when a seed is put in

the ground, that first it has to go through the pains of birth, of

releasing itself, just as the chicken has to peck open the shell of

the egg and be released into the world? And then it has to fight

its way up through the earth, and sometimes it comes in contact

with very hard ground. Sometimes it meets a rock and it has to

grow around it. But you know what makes it possible for it to do

so? It’s its tremendous will to live!—to experience life!—to

reach out for one thing, and that is light, because it doesn’t like

to be in the darkness.


The Harijans are the so-called ‘untouchables’ of India. The

government is making a definite attempt to do away with the

caste system here and to make the people of all walks of life self

-supporting. In this connection, plots of land have been given to

the Harijans for cultivation and development. I believe there is a

ridiculously small amount asked as a monthly payment in order

to cement ownership.

Anyway, it appeared that some of the people of the higher

castes objected to their occupying the land and a riot ensued. It

was rumored that it was fostered by the communists, who of

course have political control of Kerala State where Kanhangad

and Cannanore are located. This is the only state in India over

which they have control and that only because of a split in the

governing party which was formerly in power. The only evi-

dence we have seen of their occupancy here was a parade of

about a hundred of them, all dressed in red coats and white dho-

tis, carrying flags and crying out something which we could not

understand. They marched about two blocks from the ashram on

the road that leads to the village.

Father and the government official immediately renewed their

acquaintanceship and we were introduced to the professor of

English. These people have an innate curiosity which is second

to none in the world. No matter where you are, they will strike

up a conversation with you. By the time you part with them, they

will have asked you your name, where you came from, how you

travelled, over what route, what you saw, what you did before

you came here, where are you going now, how long you will be

there, where you plan to stay, may they come to see you or will

you come to their place, the amount of your income, how much

money you have now, the number of members in your family

and everything they can think of to ask about life conditions and

people in America. It is, to say the least, a little disconcerting at

first. But you soon realize that they are just trying to be friendly

and, like little children, want to have their curiosity satisfied.

How else can they learn?

The government official wasn’t with us for too long. He got

off, I think, at a road. After he’d left, we went through the usual


Memories of Mother [The conclusion of a letter Mother sent to devotees in 1957 from India.

Mother is describing their train trip to Madras. The journal published the

beginning of this letter in June; the middle section is not being included.]

January 2nd finally arrived and we were almost as excited as

when we had left home before. Mother Krishnabai had loaned us

Papa’s hold-all bag and their two-quart brass water jar, with a

handle on it. This too is a necessity because there is no drinking

water available on the trains. Lingappa, the boy who does all of

our cooking, fixed us with a lunch consisting of two cheese

sandwiches, four hard-boiled eggs, some cookies and fruit. We

also had one suitcase each and a leather case containing all of

Father’s camera equipment. Papa, Mataji, as Mother Krishnabai

is called, and all of the members and guests at the Ashram were

on the platform, under the trees, to see us off. It was really quite

a gala occasion.

Papa and Mataji gave us their blessings and Papa enjoined us

to return as soon as possible. He also told us not to worry, that he

would be with us in spirit every minute we were away. Francis,

the Harijan boy who drives the car, drove us up in front of the

platform. We said goodbye to everyone and got in and drove the

three miles from here to the station, in time to catch the 8:20

a.m. train.

As we pulled up and started to unload, we looked and felt like

a couple of immigrants. There are always numerous porters vy-

ing with each other to make a few annas, so we had no difficulty

in having our various articles of baggage taken care of. When we

climbed on the train, we found our compartment already occu-

pied by two Hindu men, one a professor of English from Manga-

lore State College, who was going to a teachers’ convention in

Madras, and the other a government official whom Father had

met on the train during his last journey to Cannanore. The gov-

ernment official had previously told him that he had been sent

there to investigate a political riot which had arisen over the new

ruling with regard to Harijan land ownership.


And man’s soul doesn’t like to be in the darkness either. It is

constantly, in everything that it reaches out for in its desire na-

ture, actually reaching out for its true Self. But it doesn’t know

that in the beginning because it has been falsely taught that God

and Heaven and Hell and Purgatory—everything—is outside of

itself. And it doesn’t realize that it [the soul], of all creation, is

made in the image and likeness of God, that it has the conscious

power to think, to reason, to know, to create! And whatever you

create with your powerful mind, and you express through your

will to do and your determination to succeed, will come into be-

ing. And you continue to give thanks every moment of your

life, for whatever comes to you, whether it be seemingly good or

bad, you are well on the road to becoming perfect.

I have so many things to be thankful for: first, for all of the

wounds in my body. And those wounds are both inside and out. I

pack a tremendous load for many, many people, all the time.

Whether you believe that or not is strictly up to you, but it’s a

fact. And I go through much pain. And people, when they get off

base, don’t think that they’re doing this to me—that I’ve got to

pack it, that I’ve got to act as the peacemaker; I’ve got to make

peace among them so that they can love one another again. I am

constantly doing this! And as I say, sometimes I just feel like

giving up and saying, “Alright. Just get out in the battlefield and

live your own life, and get yourselves into your own trouble.

And then through the experiences and the hardships which you

bring upon yourself, you will gradually grow.” But you wouldn’t

grow nearly as fast as you’re growing because I get in there and

shoulder it, and am always acting as the peacemaker and the lit-

tle fixer.

Mother Writes the Book of Life

I do more fixing in all of your lives than you would ever be-

lieve! And it’s constant. And sometimes when I make this decla-

ration to myself, and I’m not going to do it, and then I’m with

somebody and the next minute I say, “Well now, what can we do

to help this one?” And it’s built in, and I can’t do anything about

it! And yet I’ve got to, you know, because it takes up so much of

my time, and I know I’ve got to write a book, some time, and—


but I’m writing a book of life in the hearts and the minds of each

and every one of you every moment. But you see, you’re only a

drop in the bucket—we all are. And I’m just a little, tiny speck

in creation myself. And if ever this truth, if it be ru h, and if

people accept it, as they seem to—and certainly I know it’s

true—is ever to spread so that many people can benefit from it,

I’ve got to have time to do it. And yet I’m constantly being

called, constantly being asked for appointments, constantly hav-

ing to be a psychologist, a psychiatrist, a fixer of people’s lives.

And I don’t get time to write.

I’ve come to the conclusion, just the last couple of days, that

maybe if God gives a good enough sermon through this body

which He made, each time, that—and I’m careful in choosing

my subjects—that I can use one sermon for every chapter. And

with a little editing maybe I can get a book out. I don’t know; I

think that’s the only way it’s ever going to happen.

But I have so many things to be thankful for. God does so

many miracles. He performs so many miracles in my life,

through the hearts and the minds of those who love Him.…

Join Into Life

But for everything that happens, give thanks. Give thanks

when you are awakened to the fact that you have put yourself in

a prison house, and that only you can take yourselves out of that

prison house, that you have a right to be clean, attractive, inter-

ested in life, be taken places, go places. Join into life! It’s a bat-

tle! But realize how tremendous it is! What a tremendous chal-

lenge. How great a joy there is!

Sometimes I’m put into a really good fight, as I’ve said, and I

love it. I love it. And I’m a wort opponent, as I’ve also said.

But I get in there and fight because I’m fighting the human ego

which wants to battle me or other people around, and make of

itself a nuisance, and I’m not going to put up with it. Now, you

want to, with somebody you live with, that’s up to you. Person-

ally, I’m not going to. Of course, I don’t have to now. I’m all by

myself, and yet not all by myself because God is always with

me. He is my constant companion.


civic, and spiritual duties. A

sweet new breath of divine hope

will penetrate the arid hearts of

worldly men. From your bal-

anced life, they will understand

that liberation is dependent on

inner, rather than outer, renuncia-

tions.’

“How remote seemed my fam-

ily, the office, the world, as I lis-

tened to my guru in the high

Himalayan solitudes. Yet ada-

mantine truth rang in his words; I

submissively agreed to leave this

blessed haven of peace. Babaji

instructed me in the ancient rigid rules which govern the trans-

mission of the yogic art from guru to disciple.

“‘Bestow the Kriya key only on qualified chelas,’ Babaji said.

‘He who vows to sacrifice all in the quest of the Divine is fit to

unravel the final mysteries of life through the science of medita-

tion.’

“‘Angelic guru, as you have already favored mankind by res-

urrecting the lost Kriya art, will you not increase that benefit by

relaxing the strict requirements for discipleship?’ I gazed be-

seechingly at Babaji. ‘I pray that you permit me to communi-

cate Kriya to all seekers, even though at first they cannot vow

themselves to complete inner renunciation. The tortured men and

women of the world, pursued by the threefold suffering, need

special encouragement. They may never attempt the road to free-

dom if Kriya initiation be withheld from them.’

“‘Be it so. The divine wish has been expressed through you.’

With these simple words, the merciful guru banished the rigor-

ous safeguards that for ages had hidden Kriya from the world.

‘Give Kriya freely to all who humbly ask for help.’”

Lahiri Mahasaya’s Birthday is celebrated on September 30th

and his Mahasamadhi on September 26th.


Lahiri Mahasaya: Householder Guru

From Autobiography of a Yogi, Chapter 34

“I sat that afternoon on my blanket, hallowed by associations

of past-life realizations. My divine guru approached and passed

his hand over my head. I entered the nirbikalpa samadhi state,

remaining unbrokenly in its bliss for seven days. Crossing the

successive strata of self-knowledge, I penetrated the deathless

realms of reality. All delusive limitations dropped away; my soul

was fully established on the eternal altar of the Cosmic Spirit.

On the eighth day I fell at my guru’s feet and implored him to

keep me always near him in this sacred wilderness.

“‘My son,’ Babaji said, embracing me, ‘your role in this incar-

nation must be played on an outward stage. Prenatally blessed by

many lives of lonely meditation, you must now mingle in the

world of men.

“‘A deep purpose underlay the fact that you did not meet me

this time until you were already a married man, with modest

business responsibilities. You must put aside your thoughts of

joining our secret band in the Himalayas; your life lies in the

crowded marts, serving as an example of the ideal yogi-

householder.

“‘The cries of many bewildered worldly men and women have

not fallen unheard on the ears of the Great Ones,’ he went on.

‘You have been chosen to bring spiritual solace through Kriya

Yoga to numerous earnest seekers. The millions who are encum-

bered by family ties and heavy worldly duties will take new

heart from you, a householder like themselves. You must guide

them to see that the highest yogic attainments are not barred to

the family man. Even in the world, the yogi who faithfully dis-

charges his responsibilities, without personal motive or attach-

ment, treads the sure path of enlightenment.

“‘No necessity compels you to leave the world, for inwardly

you have already sundered its every karmic tie. Not of this

world, you must yet be in it. Many years still remain during

which you must conscientiously fulfill your family, business,


A True Day of Thanksgiving

But I tell you all of these things because usually when the day

that’s set aside for thanksgiving comes, all we think about is the

big turkey dinner we’re going to have—the poor bird that was

slaughtered and put on the platter, you know—and we want,

along with him, plenty of good dressing and potatoes and gravy

and vegetables and salad, and boy, we—you know—expand this

way. And then the next day we su er and we think, “Oh, gee, I

should have remembered that I was going to lose weight.”…

…But this is the way it goes—we are thinking only of the food

on Thanksgiving. But when you wake up in the morning, and

this day has been set aside thanks to God, let your first

thought be of Him. Let your first prayer be a prayer of thanks-

giving to that One who gave you life, the real One—God Him-

self. And then thank Him for this blessed day that has been set

aside that we might thank Him particularly, and worship Him.

And when you eat, eat for all of the starving in the world, not

to fill yourselves full but think that they too are eating through

your mouth, that it is God-in-them that is being taken care of.…

Make the whole day one of prayer and thanksgiving, along with

the laughter and the fun and the enjoyment of the good food.

And tomorrow evening when you go to bed, look over your day

and see if you have given anyone the food of Spirit—if through

your example, you have made their lives a little bit happier, a

little bit more joyful, if you have put fun into it, but also if

you’ve put reverence and worship and pure love of God in their

hearts.

And if you can, tomorrow night, look back on your tomorrow,

which will be that day, and see that it is truly a da of thanks,

God will bless you because: ye give, so shall ye receive, eve-

r moment in your li e. For every thought, for every word, for

every action that you send forth from yourself, as ye give, so

shall ye receive at some time or other.

So let His Name be upon your lips. Praise Him. Thank Him

for all of His gracious gifts. And worship Him, our Lord, the on-

ly begotten Son of God, who is the first born of every creature in

the universe.


Divine Joy

…Divine Beloved, why dost Thou not come

first in human life?

Oh, Father, how canst Thou expect frail Souls,

ignorant of Thee and

burdened with bad

habits, to know Thy

all-healing Joy.

Of all Thy punish-

ments, forgetfulness

of Thee is greatest.

Punish us not,

therefore, with for-

getfulness.

No matter what

our tests may be,

teach us to bear them

joyously by feeling

Thy Presence all the

time in our hearts.

For the knowledge

of Thy Presence in the heart makes all our trage-

dies and comedies of life but dramas of extreme-

ly ecstatic entertainment.

– Paramhansa Yogananda

An excerpt from the poem, “Divine Joy”

Published in East - West Magazine, August 1933


Swami Vishwananda was my friend By Phyllis Victory

He liked to tell stories that belonged to the people he had met.

He told me many times that he had seen me in 1995 on the bal-

cony of the Ayurveda Hospital in Coimbatore. But, we were not

destined to meet then. It was a few years later that we crossed

paths (thanks to his love of Larry Koler) at Anandashram. This

time David, Cate and Larry Koler and myself took Swamiji as

tour guide on a pilgrimage to various holy places in India. We

barely spoke.

We DID speak when Larry brought him to Hornby Island

around 2000. I opened the door to a wind-swept Larry and a

Swamiji who had tears rolling down his face. My heart opened

to him forever and I visited him each time I was in India (7

times.)

There are

many stories

that come from

our meetings,

but one of my

favorite is

bringing him a

Bhagalpur

Shawl. I had

been traveling

in the north and

was in Hardwar

when I came

upon the idea of getting a Bhagalpur Shawl and having it blessed

at Anandamayi Ma’s ashram. It was the perfect plan. Swamiji

was no longer able to travel to his favorite sacred places, so I

took this shawl all over India to have it blessed. Its blessings

were many and when I lovingly delivered it to him in Bangalore,

in his small apartment, he wept. We both wept.

We were friends. Sweet dreams, Swamiji.


Swami Vishwananda By Rev. Larry Koler

When I met Swami Vishwananda at Anandashram on January

30, 1996 I knew that I had come into the orbit of someone very

special and unique. We only connected for 6 hours that time and

yet it created an indelible memory for me. After visiting with

Swami Satchidananda we walked up to the Bhajan Hall and I

was witness to one of the most amazing things I have ever seen.

I was swallowed up into what Swamiji called Ram’s nectar.

The picture of Papa at the front of the Bhajan Hall turned into

a great blaze of light that was centered at his feet and it suffused

the whole building. This light was the light of Papa, I knew in-

wardly—all of it from him. I was at the center of bliss-drenched

flames and was aware of the inner world of Papa and simultane-

ously aware of the outer world of Swamiji ahead of me and all

the children in the room singing Ram-Nam.

Swamiji knew exactly what was happening to me when I knelt

down in front of Papa’s picture because I was crying with such

intense joy and bliss. I was blubbering. He was thrilled that Papa

had bestowed this gift on me. He was taken up into the experi-

ence with me and he was overwhelmed with delight. He told me

that this kind of gift was very rare and that I was very blessed to

receive it. Later, just before he caught a coach to Bangalore, we

went down to the canteen and had coffee and discussed what a

wonderful incarnation Papa was.

In the following two years we wrote several times to each oth-

er and planned a pilgrimage to several sites in India. This idea

came to fruition in the fall of 1998 when Cate, David, Phyllis

and I traveled with him by train (mostly) to Bangalore, Put-

taparthi, Puri, Calcutta, Serampore, Dakshineswar and Benares.

When one studies about the saints of India it’s natural to learn

about the great ones who were alive in the 20th Century. Swamiji

knew almost all of them intimately: Ramana, Papa, Mataji,

Anandamayi Ma, Neem Karoli Baba, Sathya Sai Baba, Mahari-

shi Mahesh Yogi and many more. I was blessed to know him.


Sri M. Lingappa: A Humble Devotee 1921–August 9, 2015

By Cate Koler

The last time I visited Anandash-

ram, in January 2014, Larry re-

quested that I pay my respects to

Lingappa, a wonderful soul who

had served Papa, Mataji and Swa-

miji since 1938 and had lovingly

taken care of Mother when she was

there in ’57/58. Over the years we’d

seen him humbly working, a loving,

joyful smile always on his face.

His grandson met me at the Bha-

jan Hall one Sunday afternoon as

Lingappa could no longer go to the

ashram, and we walked down lanes

and across a field to the family’s modest home. Lingappa and his

wife were there, all blissful smiles. His face shone with the Light

of God as he

showed me his

puja room,

where he spent

most of each

night in medita-

tion and chanting

Ramnam. I had

some refresh-

ments with them

and took some

photos, happy to

have had the dar-

shan of this sim-

ple saintly soul.

May he rest in

peace on Papa’s

lotus feet.

When Larry met him in 1996

Lingappa, his wife, Radha & grandson, Balakrishnan


Swami Vishwananda: A Blessed Life July 4, 1920 - Aug. 12, 2015

by Yogacharya David Hickenbottom

Our dear friend Swami Vishwananda left his body at 10 p.m.

on August 12th ,

95 years old.

We came to

know Swamiji

through Larry

who met him at

Anandashram

in the mid-

1990s. Swamiji

was our tour

guide when

Larry, Cate,

Phyllis and I

made a pil-

grimage to In-

dia’s holy sites.

Doors were opened to us through Swamiji as we were given

V.I.P. treatment at Ramanashram, when meeting Satya Sai Baba

in Puttaparthi, and staying at a traditional Vedic school in Vara-

nasi. Swamiji said his wealth was his friends, and he had many

in the highest echelons in India’s society.

During his life Swamiji met some of India’s greatest saints,

Ramana Maharshi, Papa Ramdas, Mother Krishnabai and many

others. It was when he had the darshan of Anandamayi Ma that

he found his true guru.

He was a magnificent story teller and gave us many insights

into Vedic culture; he had the most beautiful articulation of San-

skrit; the poetic language came alive when he quoted scripture

from memory that was heads above any other I have ever heard.

Swamiji had great fondness for Larry, and would recount their

first meeting with obvious emotion. He told shocked listeners

that as a swami he had three mistresses! The first mistress was

Pilgrims in Sri Yukteswar’s Samadhi Temple


Thank you so much for letting me know that Swami

Vishwanandaji has left his body. It was a great blessing for me

and my little home, “Matri Sharan,” when Larry brought Swa-

miji to Florence. [Oregon] You and all who were fortunate to

have known that special soul, listened to his teaching and trav-

eled with him to the feet of many great saints in India are truly

blessed…

In Her Perfect Love, Shraddhadi [Anandamayi Ma devotee]

his phone, the second was his bed, and the third was food; he

described these three mistresses with the wry smile that he

would get when he told a good joke.

Swami Vishwananda was a good and loyal friend to us, and

we wish him God-speed as he continues his new life with, I am

sure, as much zest as he had when living in this world. As I

think of him now I can hear him singing the hallowed chant to

Sri Arunachala that he blessed us with as we drove around the

sacred mountain.

David & Carla with Swamiji, 2005

Responses to David’s Email about Swami’s Passing:

Your loving email paying homage to Revered Swami

Vishwanandaji has been received. He was indeed a very noble

and inspiring soul. We too offer our humble pranams to him.

Ever your Self, Swami Muktananda

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