Part 35 (1/2)
One afternoon Kanai, a young here resident,news
”Master is not here; he was su day I received a post card fro,” he had written ”You and Dijen meet the nine o'clock train at Sera, a telepathic e from Sri Yukteswar flashed insistently to my mind: ”I am delayed; don't meet the nine o'clock train”
I conveyed the latest instructions to Dijen, as already dressed for departure
”You and your intuition!” My friend's voice was edged in scorn ”I prefer to trust Master's written word”
I shrugged my shoulders and seated rily, Dijen made for the door and closed it noisily behind him
As the roo the street The scant sunlight suddenly increased to an intense brilliancy in which the iron-barredcoround appeared the clearly ure of Sri Yukteswar!
Bewildered to the point of shock, I rose froesture of respectful greeting at uru's feet, I touched his shoes These were a pair fae-dyed canvas, soled with rope His ocher swaainst me; I distinctly felt not only the texture of his robe, but also the gritty surface of the shoes, and the pressure of his toes within theazed at hiot e” Master's voice was calm, entirely normal ”I have now finished my business in Calcutta, and shall arrive in Serampore by the ten o'clock train”
As I still stared mutely, Sri Yuktesent on, ”This is not an apparition, but ive you this experience, rare to achieve on earth
Meettoward you, dressed as I aer-a little boy carrying a silver jug”
My guru placed both hands onAs he concluded with the words, ”TABA ASI,” {FN19-1} I heard a peculiar ruradually within the piercing light First his feet and legs vanished, then his torso and head, like a scroll being rolled up To the very last, I could feel his fingers resting lightly onremained before ht
I re whether I had not been the victim of a hallucination A crestfallen Dijen soon entered the room
”Master was not on the nine o'clock train, nor even the nine-thirty”
My friend etic air
”Come then; I knoill arrive at ten o'clock” I took Dijen's hand and rushed hi with me, heedless of his protests
In about ten minutes we entered the station, where the train was already puffing to a halt
”The whole train is filled with the light of Master's aura! He is there!” I exclaily
”Let us wait here” I told uru would approach us As I finishedthe same clothes I had seen a short time earlier He walked slowly in the wake of a s
For a h eness of my experience I felt thefrom me; was I back in the ancient days when Jesus appeared before Peter on the sea?
As Sri Yukteswar, a i-Christ, reached the spot where Dijen and I were speechlessly rooted, Master se too, but you were unable to grasp it”
Dijen was silent, but glared at uru to his here Dijen halted in the street, indignation streae! Yet you concealed it! I demand an explanation!”
”Can I help it if your mental ister our guru's instructions?” I retorted
The anger vanished from Dijen's face ”I see what you mean,” he said ruefully ”But please explain how you could know about the child with the jug”