Autobiography of a Yogi
“end of the world.” The latest prediction of doom was given by Rev.
Chas. G. Long of Pasadena, who publicly set the “Day of Judgment”
for Sept. 21, 1945. UNITED PRESS reporters asked my opinion; I
explained that world cycles follow an orderly progression according
to a divine plan. No earthly dissolution is in sight; two billion
years of ascending and descending equinoctial cycles are yet
in store for our planet in its present form. The figures given by
the rishis for the various world ages deserve careful study in the
West; the magazine TIME (Dec. 17, 1945, p. 6) called them “reassuring
statistics.”
{FN16-7} chapter VI:13.
{FN16-8} “The light of the body is the eye: therefore when thine
eye is single, thy whole body also is full of light; but when thine
eye is evil, thy body also is full of darkness. Take heed therefore
that the light which is in thee be not darkness.”-LUKE 11:34-35.
{FN16-9} One of the six systems of Hindu philosophy. SANKHYA teaches
final emancipation through knowledge of twenty-five principles,
starting with PRAKRITI or nature and ending with PURUSHA or soul.
{FN16-10} SANKHYA APHORISMS, I:92.
{FN16-11} MATTHEW 24:35.
{FN16-12} MATTHEW 12:50.
{FN16-13} JOHN 8:31-32. St. John testified: “But as many as received
him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them
that believe on his name (even to them who are established in the
Christ Consciousness).”-JOHN 1:12.
{FN16-14} “We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden: but
of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God
hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest
ye die.”-GENESIS 3:2-3.
{FN16-15} “The woman whom thou gavest to be with me, she gave me
of the tree, and I did eat. The woman said, The serpent beguiled
me, and I did eat.”-GEN. 3:12-13.
{FN16-16} “So God created man in his own image, in the image of God
created he him; male and female created he them. And God blessed
them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful and multiply, and replenish
the earth, and subdue it.”-GEN. 1:27-28.
{FN16-17} “And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground,
and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became
a living soul.”-GEN. 2:7.
{FN16-18} “Now the serpent (sex force) was more subtil than any
beast of the field” (any other sense of the body).-GEN. 3:1.
{FN16-19} “And the Lord God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and
there he put the man whom he had formed.”-GEN. 2:8. “Therefore the
Lord God sent him forth from the garden of Eden, to till the ground
from whence he was taken.”-GEN. 3:23. The divine man first made
by God had his consciousness centered in the omnipotent single eye
in the forehead (eastward). The all-creative powers of his will,
focused at that spot, were lost to man when he began to “till the
ground” of his physical nature.
CHAPTER: 17
SASI AND THE THREE SAPPHIRES
“Because you and my son think so highly of Swami Sri Yukteswar,
I will take a look at him.” The tone of voice used by Dr. Narayan
Chunder Roy implied that he was humoring the whim of half-wits. I
concealed my indignation, in the best traditions of the proselyter.
My companion, a veterinary surgeon, was a confirmed agnostic. His
young son Santosh had implored me to take an interest in his father.
So far my invaluable aid had been a bit on the invisible side.
Dr. Roy accompanied me the following day to the Serampore hermitage.
After Master had granted him a brief interview, marked for the most
part by stoic silence on both sides, the visitor brusquely departed.
“Why bring a dead man to the ashram?” Sri Yukteswar looked at me
inquiringly as soon as the door had closed on the Calcutta skeptic.
“Sir! The doctor is very much alive!”
“But in a short time he will be dead.”
I was shocked. “Sir, this will be a terrible blow to his son. Santosh
yet hopes for time to change his father’s materialistic views. I
beseech you, Master, to help the man.”
“Very well; for your sake.” My guru’s face was impassive. “The
proud horse doctor is far gone in diabetes, although he does not
know it. In fifteen days he will take to his bed. The physicians
will give him up for lost; his natural time to leave this earth is
six weeks from today. Due to your intercession, however, on that
date he will recover. But there is one condition. You must get
him to wear an astrological bangle; he will doubtless object as
violently as one of his horses before an operation!” Master chuckled.
After a silence, during which I wondered how Santosh and I could
best employ the arts of cajolery on the recalcitrant doctor, Sri
Yukteswar made further disclosures.
“As soon as the man gets well, advise him not to eat meat. He will
not heed this counsel, however, and in six months, just as he is
feeling at his best, he will drop dead. Even that six-month extension
of life is granted him only because of your plea.”
The following day I suggested to Santosh that he order an armlet
at the jeweler’s. It was ready in a week, but Dr. Roy refused to
put it on.
“I am in the best of health. You will never impress me with these
astrological superstitions.” The doctor glanced at me belligerently.
I recalled with amusement that Master had justifiably compared
the man to a balky horse. Another seven days passed; the doctor,
suddenly ill, meekly consented to wear the bangle. Two weeks later
the physician in attendance told me that his patient’s case was
hopeless. He supplied harrowing details of the ravages inflicted
by diabetes.
I shook my head. “My guru has said that, after a sickness lasting
one month, Dr. Roy will be well.”
The physician stared at me incredulously. But he sought me out a
fortnight later, with an apologetic air.
“Dr. Roy has made a complete recovery!” he exclaimed. “It is the
most amazing case in my experience. Never before have I seen a dying
man show such an inexplicable comeback. Your guru must indeed be
a healing prophet!”
After one interview with Dr. Roy, during which I repeated Sri
Yukteswar’s advice about a meatless diet, I did not see the man
again for six months. He stopped for a chat one evening as I sat
on the piazza of my family home on Gurpar Road.
“Tell your teacher that by eating meat frequently, I have wholly
regained my strength. His unscientific ideas on diet have not
influenced me.” It was true that Dr. Roy looked a picture of health.
But the next day Santosh came running to me from his home on the
next block. “This morning Father dropped dead!”
This case was one of my strangest experiences with Master. He
healed the rebellious veterinary surgeon in spite of his disbelief,
and extended the man’s natural term on earth by six months, just
because of my earnest supplication. Sri Yukteswar was boundless in
his kindness when confronted by the urgent prayer of a devotee.
It was my proudest privilege to bring college friends to meet my
guru. Many of them would lay aside-at least in the ashram!-their
fashionable academic cloak of religious skepticism.
One of my friends, Sasi, spent a number of happy week ends in
Serampore. Master became immensely fond of the boy, and lamented
that his private life was wild and disorderly.
“Sasi, unless you reform, one year hence you will be dangerously
ill.” Sri Yukteswar gazed at my friend with affectionate exasperation.
“Mukunda is the witness: don’t say later that I didn’t warn you.”
Sasi laughed. “Master, I will leave it to you to interest a sweet
charity of cosmos in my own sad case! My spirit is willing but my
will is weak. You are my only savior on earth; I believe in nothing
else.”
“At least you should wear a two-carat blue sapphire. It will help
you.”
“I can’t afford one. Anyhow, dear guruji, if trouble comes, I fully
believe you will protect me.”
“In a year you will bring three sapphires,” Sri Yukteswar replied
cryptically. “They will be of no use then.”
Variations on this conversation took place regularly. “I can’t
reform!” Sasi would say in comical despair. “And my trust in you,
Master, is more precious to me than any stone!”
A year later I was visiting my guru at the Calcutta home of his
disciple, Naren Babu. About ten o’clock in the morning, as Sri
Yukteswar and I were sitting quietly in the second-floor parlor,
I heard the front door open. Master straightened stiffly.
“It is that Sasi,” he remarked gravely. “The year is now up; both
his lungs are gone. He has ignored my counsel; tell him I don’t
want to see him.”
Half stunned by Sri Yukteswar’s sternness, I raced down the stairway.
Sasi was ascending.
“O Mukunda! I do hope Master is here; I had a hunch he might be.”
“Yes, but he doesn’t wish to be disturbed.”
Sasi burst into tears and brushed past me. He threw himself at Sri
Yukteswar’s feet, placing there three beautiful sapphires.
“Omniscient guru, the doctors say I have galloping tuberculosis!
They give me no longer than three more months! I humbly implore
your aid; I know you can heal me!”
“Isn’t it a bit late now to be worrying over your life? Depart
with your jewels; their time of usefulness is past.” Master then
sat sphinxlike in an unrelenting silence, punctuated by the boy’s
sobs for mercy.
An intuitive conviction came to me that Sri Yukteswar was merely
testing the depth of Sasi’s faith in the divine healing power. I was
not surprised a tense hour later when Master turned a sympathetic
gaze on my prostrate friend.
“Get up, Sasi; what a commotion you make in other people’s houses!
Return your sapphires to the jeweler’s; they are an unnecessary
expense now. But get an astrological bangle and wear it. Fear not;
in a few weeks you shall be well.”
Sasi’s smile illumined his tear-marred face like sudden sun over
a sodden landscape. “Beloved guru, shall I take the medicines
prescribed by the doctors?”
Sri Yukteswar’s glance was longanimous. “Just as you wish-drink
them or discard them; it does not matter. It is more possible for
the sun and moon to interchange their positions than for you to
die of tuberculosis.” He added abruptly, “Go now, before I change
my mind!”
With an agitated bow, my friend hastily departed. I visited him
several times during the next few weeks, and was aghast to find
his condition increasingly worse.
“Sasi cannot last through the night.” These words from his physician,
and the spectacle of my friend, now reduced almost to a skeleton,
sent me posthaste to Serampore. My guru listened coldly to my
tearful report.
“Why do you come here to bother me? You have already heard me assure
Sasi of his recovery.”
I bowed before him in great awe, and retreated to the door. Sri
Yukteswar said no parting word, but sank into silence, his unwinking
eyes half-open, their vision fled to another world.
I returned at once to Sasi’s home in Calcutta. With astonishment
I found my friend sitting up, drinking milk.
“O Mukunda! What a miracle! Four hours ago I felt Master’s presence
in the room; my terrible symptoms immediately disappeared. I feel
that through his grace I am entirely well.”
In a few weeks Sasi was stouter and in better health than ever
before. {FN17-1} But his singular reaction to his healing had an
ungrateful tinge: he seldom visited Sri Yukteswar again! My friend
told me one day that he so deeply regretted his previous mode of
life that he was ashamed to face Master.
I could only conclude that Sasi’s illness had had the contrasting
effect of stiffening his will and impairing his manners.
The first two years of my course at Scottish Church College were
drawing to a close. My classroom attendance had been very spasmodic;
what little studying I did was only to keep peace with my family.
My two private tutors came regularly to my house; I was regularly