Autobiography of a Yogi
by Paramhansa Yogananda
Original First Edition, Copyright 1946,
by Paramhansa Yogananda
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Chapter 3
The Saint With Two Bodies
"Father, if I promise to return home without coercion, may I take a
sight-seeing trip to Benares?"
My keen love of travel was seldom hindered by Father. He permitted
me, even as a mere boy, to visit many cities and pilgrimage spots. Usually one
or more of my friends accompanied me; we would travel comfortably on
first-class passes provided by Father. His position as a railroad official was
fully satisfactory to the nomads in the family.
Father promised to give my request due consideration. The next day
he summoned me and held out a round-trip pass from Bareilly to Benares, a
number of rupee notes, and two letters.
"I have a business matter to propose to a Benares friend, Kedar
Nath Babu. Unfortunately I have lost his address. But I believe you will be
able to get this letter to him through our common friend, Swami Pranabananda.
The swami, my brother disciple, has attained an exalted spiritual stature. You
will benefit by his company; this second note will serve as your introduction."
Father's eyes twinkled as he added, "Mind, no more flights from
home!"
I set forth with the zest of my twelve years (though time has never
dimmed my delight in new scenes and strange faces). Reaching Benares, I
proceeded immediately to the swami's residence. The front door was open; I made
my way to a long, hall-like room on the second floor. A rather stout man,
wearing only a loincloth, was seated in lotus posture on a slightly raised
platform. His head and unwrinkled face were clean-shaven; a beatific smile
played about his lips. To dispel my thought that I had intruded, he greeted me
as an old friend.
"Baba anand (bliss to my dear one)." His welcome was given heartily
in a childlike voice. I knelt and touched his feet.
"Are you Swami Pranabananda?"
He nodded. "Are you Bhagabati's son?" His words were out before I
had had time to get Father's letter from my pocket. In astonishment, I handed
him the note of introduction, which now seemed superfluous.
"Of course I will locate Kedar Nath Babu for you." The saint again
surprised me by his clairvoyance. He glanced at the letter, and made a few
affectionate references to my parent.
"You know, I am enjoying two pensions. One is by the recommendation
of your father, for whom I once worked in the railroad office. The other is by
the recommendation of my Heavenly Father, for whom I have conscientiously
finished my earthly duties in life."
I found this remark very obscure. "What kind of pension, sir, do
you receive from the Heavenly Father? Does He drop money in your lap?"
He laughed. "I mean a pension of fathomless peacea reward for many
years of deep meditation. I never crave money now. My few material needs are
amply provided for. Later you will understand the significance of a second
pension."
Abruptly terminating our conversation, the saint became gravely
motionless. A sphinxlike air enveloped him. At first his eyes sparkled, as if
observing something of interest, then grew dull. I felt abashed at his
pauciloquy; he had not yet told me how I could meet Father's friend. A trifle
restlessly, I looked about me in the bare room, empty except for us two. My
idle gaze took in his wooden sandals, lying under the platform seat.
"Little sir 1, don't get worried. The man you wish to see will be
with you in half an hour." The yogi was reading my minda feat not too difficult
at the moment!
Again he fell into inscrutable silence. My watch informed me that
thirty minutes had elapsed.
The swami aroused himself. "I think Kedar Nath Babu is nearing the
door."
I heard somebody coming up the stairs. An amazed incomprehension
arose suddenly; my thoughts raced in confusion: "How is it possible that
Father's friend has been summoned to this place without the help of a
messenger? The swami has spoken to no one but myself since my arrival!"
Abruptly I quitted the room and descended the steps. Halfway down I
met a thin, fair-skinned man of medium height. He appeared to be in a hurry.
"Are you Kedar Nath Babu?" Excitement colored my voice.
"Yes. Are you not Bhagabati's son who has been waiting here to meet
me?" He smiled in friendly fashion.
"Sir, how do you happen to come here?" I felt baffled resentment
over his inexplicable presence.
"Everything is mysterious today! Less than an hour ago I had just
finished my bath in the Ganges when Swami Pranabananda approached me. I have no
idea how he knew I was there at that time.
"'Bhagabati's son is waiting for you in my apartment,' he said.
'Will you come with me?' I gladly agreed. 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. You can join me in my house,
where Bhagabati's son and I will be awaiting you.'
"Before I could remonstrate, he dashed swiftly past me and
disappeared in the crowd. I walked here as fast as possible."
This explanation only increased my bewilderment. I inquired how
long he had known the swami.
"We met a few times last year, but not recently. I was very glad to
see him again today at the bathing ghat."
"I cannot believe my ears! Am I losing my mind? Did you meet him in
a vision, or did you actually see him, touch his hand, and hear the sound of
his feet?"
"I don't know what you're driving at!" He flushed angrily. "I am
not lying to you. Can't you understand that only through the swami could I have
known you were waiting at this place for me?"
"Why, that man, Swami Pranabananda, has not left my sight a moment
since I first came about an hour ago." I blurted out the whole story.
His eyes opened widely. "Are we living in this material age, or are
we dreaming? I never expected to witness such a miracle in my life! I thought
this swami was just an ordinary man, and now I find he can materialize an extra
body and work through it!" Together we entered the saint's room.
"Look, those are the very sandals he was wearing at the ghat,"
Kedar Nath Babu whispered. "He was clad only in a loincloth, just as I see him
now."
As the visitor bowed before him, the saint turned to me with a
quizzical smile.
"Why are you stupefied at all this? The subtle unity of the
phenomenal world is not hidden from true yogis. I instantly see and converse
with my disciples in distant Calcutta. They can similarly transcend at will
every obstacle of gross matter."
It was probably in an effort to stir spiritual ardor in my young
breast that the swami had condescended to tell me of his powers of astral radio
and television2. But instead of enthusiasm, I experienced only an awe-stricken
fear. Inasmuch as I was destined to undertake my divine search through one
particular guruSri Yukteswar, whom I had not yet metI felt no inclination to
accept Pranabananda as my teacher. I glanced at him doubtfully, wondering if it
were he or his counterpart before me.
The master sought to banish my disquietude by bestowing a
soul-awakening gaze, and by some inspiring words about his guru.
"Lahiri Mahasaya was the greatest yogi I ever knew. He was Divinity
Itself in the form of flesh."
If a disciple, I reflected, could materialize an extra fleshly form
at will, what miracles indeed could be barred to his master?
"I will tell you how priceless is a guru's help. I used to meditate
with another disciple for eight hours every night. We had to work at the
railroad office during the day. Finding difficulty in carrying on my clerical
duties, I desired to devote my whole time to God. For eight years I persevered,
meditating half the night. I had wonderful results; tremendous spiritual
perceptions illumined my mind. But a little veil always remained between me and
the Infinite. Even with super-human earnestness, I found the final irrevocable
union to be denied me. One evening I paid a visit to Lahiri Mahasaya and
pleaded for his divine intercession. My importunities continued during the
entire night.
"'Angelic Guru, my spiritual anguish is such that I can no longer
bear my life without meeting the Great Beloved face to face!'
"'What can I do? You must meditate more profoundly.'
"'I am appealing to Thee, O God my Master! I see Thee materialized
before me in a physical body; bless me that I may perceive Thee in Thine
infinite form!'
"Lahiri Mahasaya extended his hand in a benign gesture. 'You may go
now and meditate. I have interceded for you with Brahma.'3 "Immeasurably
uplifted, I returned to my home. In meditation that night, the burning Goal of
my life was achieved. Now I ceaselessly enjoy the spiritual pension. Never from
that day has the Blissful Creator remained hidden from my eyes behind any
screen of delusion."
Pranabananda's face was suffused with divine light. The peace of
another world entered my heart; all fear had fled. The saint made a further
confidence.
"Some months later I returned to Lahiri Mahasaya and tried to thank
him for his bestowal of the infinite gift. Then I mentioned another matter.
"'Divine Guru, I can no longer work in the office. Please release
me. Brahma keeps me continuously intoxicated.'
"'Apply for a pension from your company.'
"'What reason shall I give, so early in my service?'
"'Say what you feel.'
"The next day I made my application. The doctor inquired the
grounds for my premature request.
"'At work, I find an overpowering sensation rising in my spine.4 It
permeates my whole body, unfitting me for the performance of my duties.'
"Without further questioning the physician recommended me highly
for a pension, which I soon received. I know the divine will of Lahiri Mahasaya
worked through the doctor and the railroad officials, including your father.
Automatically they obeyed the great guru's spiritual direction, and freed me
for a life of unbroken communion with the Beloved." 5
After this extraordinary revelation, Swami Pranabananda retired
into one of his long silences. As I was taking leave, touching his feet
reverently, he gave me his blessing:
"Your life belongs to the path of renunciation and yoga. I shall
see you again, with your father, later on." The years brought fulfillment to
both these predictions.6
Kedar Nath Babu walked by my side in the gathering darkness. I
delivered Father's letter, which my companion read under a street lamp.
"Your father suggests that I take a position in the Calcutta office
of his railroad company. How pleasant to look forward to at least one of the
pensions that Swami Pranabananda enjoys! But it is impossible; I cannot leave
Benares. Alas, two bodies are not yet for me!"
1 Choto Mahasaya is the term by which a number of Indian saints
addressed me. It translates "little sir."
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2 In its own way, physical science is affirming the validity of
laws discovered by yogis through mental science. For example, a demonstration
that man has televisional powers was given on Nov. 26, 1934 at the Royal
University of Rome. "Dr. Giuseppe Calligaris, professor of neuro-psychology,
pressed certain points of a subject's body and the subject responded with
minute descriptions of other persons and objects on the opposite side of a
wall. Dr. Calligaris told the other professors that if certain areas on the
skin are agitated, the subject is given super-sensorial impressions enabling
him to see objects that he could not otherwise perceive. To enable his subject
to discern things on the other side of a wall, Professor Calligaris pressed on
a spot to the right of the thorax for fifteen minutes. Dr. Calligaris said that
if other spots of the body were agitated, the subjects could see objects at any
distance, regardless of whether they had ever before seen those objects."
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3 God in His aspect of Creator; from Sanskrit root brih, to expand.
When Emerson's poem Brahma appeared in the Atlantic Monthly in 1857, most the
readers were bewildered. Emerson chuckled. "Tell them," he said, "to say
'Jehovah' instead of 'Brahma' and they will not feel any perplexity."
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4 In deep meditation, the first experience of Spirit is on the
altar of the spine, and then in the brain. The torrential bliss is
overwhelming, but the yogi learns to control its outward manifestations.
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5 After his retirement, Pranabananda wrote one of the most profound
commentaries on the Bhagavad Gita, available in Bengali and Hindi.
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6 See page 259.
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