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Wednesday, March 7, 2018

March 7 - Mahasamadhi of Paramahansa Yoganandaji


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Games have lost allure.
Dispeller of the darkness –
You have come for me.


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When you find you seek the sound that rises from the silence – when you enjoy sitting in the ‘TV room’ with the TV off – -- -- When you find that finally – even your own games bore you - - even your own drama brings a yawn – even your own ‘story lines’ are seen by you as clearly quite poorly constructed on a foundation that is wobbly at best - - then the Teacher appears.




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A Last Supper With His Disciples

Master spent the following day, Wednesday, March 5th, in seclusion in his third-floor apartment in the Mt. Washington Center. He told Rev. M.W. Lewis and Mrs. Lewis and a small group of sisters of SRF that he was planning a dinner for them at five o'clock. Ordinarily such meals were quite informal. This Wednesday, however, a certain ceremonious atmosphere prevailed. Paramahansaji had a table set up in his small sitting room, and was very particular about the seating arrangements and other details. He asked that plates be taken to two disciples who could not be invited for lack of space.
Indian dishes, prepared at Master's direction in his small kitchen were served: rice, cauliflower curry, singharas, fried channa, luchis, Indian sweetmeats, and a fresh lime drink. This was sumptuous fare indeed for the disciples, who were used to a very simple diet.
During the meal all the devotees noticed how quiet and thoughtful Yoganandaji was. Before dinner ended the telephone rang in an adjoining room. A disciple took the call, which came from Mr. J. Oliver Black in Detroit. She answered Mr. Black's questions and was about to hang up the receiver when Master asked: "Is he going to call again?" "No, Sir," she replied. "Then I had better talk with him, I may not have another chance," Paramahansaji remarked as he rose from his chair.
A few hours before Sister Gyanamata's death on November 17, 1951, Yoganandaji gave a dinner in Encinitas for a number of devotees. Later he said: "The disciples didn't know why I held that dinner, It was in honor of Sister, I knew she was going. It is a custom in India, when great souls leave this earth, to celebrate with a banquet their release in God."
Readers of Autobiography of a Yogi (chapter 27) will remember the story of the farewell feast given by Swami Pranabananda, the "saint with two bodies." After he and his disciples had fed 2000 persons, the great master gave a talk on the Infinite and then consciously gave up his body.
Lord Jesus, too, just before his passing, observed the Oriental custom when he sent Peter and John to prepare, for him and the twelve disciples, a Last Supper.
The devotees who were with Paramahansaji on the evening of March 5th understood later that, in honor of his approaching mahasamadhi, he too had arranged a Last Supper.-

Story taken from PARAMAHANSA YOGANANDA, In Memoriam, page 32-34

http://bookstore.yogananda-srf.org/product/paramahansa-yogananda-in-memoriam/ 


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