Ananda Healing Prayer Ministry Newsletter
See Divine Mother blessing us all in Her Love.
September 312 DwaparaDear Ones,I attempted composing a deep letter with many wonderful stories from devotee friends across the country regardingTim’s soul blessing them since his passing. But my heart is not quite ready for that sensitive project yet…At some later date I may share these things. The soulful lesson in the stories regards seeing the beautiful fruit of this life in God.People ask me how I am doing… It is a journey of both grief and Grace. This quote touches my spirit now:
“One whosehappiness is within, who is active and rejoices within, and whose aim is inward is actually the perfect mystic. He isliberated in the Supreme, and ultimately he attains the Supreme.”~ Bhagavad gita 5.24
Sometimes the devotee may feel that, in the name of eternal Joy, grief must be banished quickly. So, I was comforted, in both heart and mind, to read again these words of my Guru, and to see how even though he
his Guru was in a“better place” his heart grieved to not have him
on this plane where he could visit him easily.
Autobiography of a Yogi, by Paramhansa Yogananda “Last Days with my Guru”
…My days were filled with lectures, classes, interviews, and reunions with old friends. Beneath a hollow smile and alife of ceaseless activity, a stream of black brooding polluted the inner river of bliss which for so many years hadmeandered under the sands of all my perceptions.“Where has that divine sage gone?” I cried silently from the depths of a tormented spirit. No answer came.“It is best that Master has completed his union with the Cosmic Beloved,” my mind assured me. “He is eternallyglowing in the dominion of deathlessness.”“Never again may you see him in the old Serampore mansion,” my heart lamented. “No longer may you bring your friends to meet him, or proudly say: ‘Behold, there sits India’s
’”Mr. Wright made arrangements for our party to sail from Bombay for the West in early June. After a fortnight in Mayof farewell banquets and speeches at Calcutta, Miss Bletch, Mr. Wright and myself left in the Ford for Bombay. Onour arrival, the ship authorities asked us to cancel our passage, as no room could be found for the Ford, which wewould need again in Europe.“Never mind,” I said gloomily to Mr. Wright. “I want to return once more to Puri.” I silently added, “Let my tearsonce again water the grave of my guru.”…