Autobiography of a Yogi eBook

{FN14-2} “For the Father judgeth no man, but hath committed all judgment unto the Son."-John 5:22.  “No man hath seen God at any time; the only begotten Son, which is in the bosom of the Father, he hath declared him."-John 1:18.  “Verily, verily, I say unto you, he that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do; because I go unto my Father."-John 14:12.  “But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said to you."-John 14:26.

These Biblical words refer to the threefold nature of God as Father, Son, Holy Ghost (sat, Tat, Aum in the Hindu scriptures).  God the Father is the Absolute, Unmanifested, existing beyond vibratory creation.  God the Son is the Christ Consciousness (Brahma or KUTASTHA CHAITANYA) existing within vibratory creation; this Christ Consciousness is the “only begotten” or sole reflection of the Uncreated Infinite.  Its outward manifestation or “witness” is Aum or Holy Ghost, the divine, creative, invisible power which structures all creation through vibration.  Aum the blissful Comforter is heard in meditation and reveals to the devotee the ultimate Truth.

CHAPTER:  15

THE CAULIFLOWER ROBBERY

“Master, a gift for you!  These six huge cauliflowers were planted with my hands; I have watched over their growth with the tender care of a mother nursing her child.”  I presented the basket of vegetables with a ceremonial flourish.

“Thank you!” Sri Yukteswar’s smile was warm with appreciation.  “Please keep them in your room; I shall need them tomorrow for a special dinner.”

I had just arrived in Puri {FN15-1} to spend my college summer vacation with my guru at his seaside hermitage.  Built by Master and his disciples, the cheerful little two-storied retreat fronts on the Bay of Bengal.

I awoke early the following morning, refreshed by the salty sea breezes and the charm of my surroundings.  Sri Yukteswar’s melodious voice was calling; I took a look at my cherished cauliflowers and stowed them neatly under my bed.

“Come, let us go to the beach.”  Master led the way; several young disciples and myself followed in a scattered group.  Our guru surveyed us in mild criticism.

“When our Western brothers walk, they usually take pride in unison.  Now, please march in two rows; keep rhythmic step with one another.”  Sri Yukteswar watched as we obeyed; he began to sing:  “Boys go to and fro, in a pretty little row.”  I could not but admire the ease with which Master was able to match the brisk pace of his young students.

“Halt!” My guru’s eyes sought mine.  “Did you remember to lock the back door of the hermitage?”