![]() I was scheduled for several public addresses in Bombay before leaving on a return visit to Bengal. My Western voyage had, for the time being, been cancelled. Wondrously uplifted, I felt that some spiritual event was presaged. When I could not understand the exact message of Lord Krishna, he departed with a gesture of blessing. The divine figure waved to me, smiling and nodding in greeting. Shining over the roof of a high building across the street, the ineffable vision had suddenly burst on my sight as I gazed out of my long open third-story window. ![]() "Lord Krishna!" The glorious form of the avatar appeared in a shimmering blaze as I sat in my room at the Regent Hotel in Bombay. Luther Burbank - A Saint Amidst the RosesĬlick here to go The Reluctant Messenger (Host Site) Rabindranath Tagore and I Compare Schools ![]() My Master, in Calcutta, Appears in Serampore The Blissful Devotee and His Cosmic Romance My Interrupted Flight Toward the Himalayas Autobiography of a Yogi, by Paramahansa Yogananda (also spelled Paramhansa Yogonanda) ![]()
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