Excerpts from Chapter 17 - Sasi and Three Sapphires Autobiography of a Yogi One of my friends, Sasi, spent a number of happy week ends in Serampore. Master became immensely fond of the boy, and lamented that his private life was wild and disorderly. Sasi, unless you reform, one year hence you will be dangerously ill. Sri Yukteswar gazed at my friend with affectionate exasperation. Mukunda is the witness: dont say later that I didnt warn you. Sasi laughed. Master, I will leave it to you to interest a sweet charity of cosmos in my own sad case! My spirit is willing but my will is weak. You are my only savior on earth; I believe in nothing else. At least you should wear a two-carat blue sapphire. It will help you. I cant afford one. Anyhow, dear guruji, if trouble comes, I fully believe you will protect me. In a year you will bring three sapphires, Sri Yukteswar replied cryptically. They will be of no use then. Variations on this conversation took place regularly. I cant reform! Sasi would say in comical despair. And my trust in you, Master, is more precious to me than any stone! A year later I was visiting my guru at the Calcutta home of his disciple, Naren Babu. About ten oclock in the morning, as Sri Yukteswar and I were sitting quietly in the second-floor parlor, I heard the front door open. Master straightened stiffly. It is that Sasi, he remarked gravely. The year is now up; both his lungs are gone. He has ignored my counsel; tell him I dont want to see him. Half stunned by Sri Yukteswars sternness, I raced down the stairway. Sasi was ascending. O Mukunda! I do hope Master is here; I had a hunch he might be. Yes, but he doesnt wish to be disturbed. Sasi burst into tears and brushed past me. He threw himself at Sri Yukteswars feet, placing there three beautiful sapphires. Omniscient guru, the doctors say I have galloping tuberculosis! They give me no longer than three more months! I humbly implore your aid; I know you can heal me! Isnt it a bit late now to be worrying over your life? Depart with your jewels; their time of usefulness is past. Master then sat sphinxlike in an unrelenting silence, punctuated by the boys sobs for mercy. An intuitive conviction came to me that Sri Yukteswar was merely testing the depth of Sasis faith in the divine healing power. I was not surprised a tense hour later when Master turned a sympathetic gaze on my prostrate friend. Get up, Sasi; what a commotion you make in other peoples houses! Return your sapphires to the jewelers; they are an unnecessary expense now. But get an astrological bangle and wear it. Fear not; in a few weeks you shall be well. Sasis smile illumined his tear-marred face like sudden sun over a sodden landscape. Beloved guru, shall I take the medicines prescribed by the doctors? Sri Yukteswars glance was longanimous. Just as you wish—drink them or discard them; it does not matter. It is more possible for the sun and moon to interchange their positions than for you to die of tuberculosis. He added abruptly, Go now, before I change my mind! With an agitated bow, my friend hastily departed. I visited him several times during the next few weeks, and was aghast to find his condition increasingly worse. Sasi cannot last through the night. These words from his physician, and the spectacle of my friend, now reduced almost to a skeleton, sent me posthaste to Serampore. My guru listened coldly to my tearful report. Why do you come here to bother me? You have already heard me assure Sasi of his recovery. I bowed before him in great awe, and retreated to the door. Sri Yukteswar said no parting word, but sank into silence, his unwinking eyes half-open, their vision fled to another world. I returned at once to Sasis home in Calcutta. With astonishment I found my friend sitting up, drinking milk. O Mukunda! What a miracle! Four hours ago I felt Masters presence in the room; my terrible symptoms immediately disappeared. I feel that through his grace I am entirely well. In a few weeks Sasi was stouter and in better health than ever before.1 But his singular reaction to his healing had an ungrateful tinge: he seldom visited Sri Yukteswar again! My friend told me one day that he so deeply regretted his previous mode of life that he was ashamed to face Master. ~ As narrated By Paramahamsa Yogananda ~***~***~ All human ills arise from some transgression of universal law. The scriptures point out that man must satisfy the laws of nature, while not discrediting the divine omnipotence. He should say: Lord, I trust in Thee, and know Thou canst help me, but I too will do my best to undo any wrong I have done. By a number of means—by prayer, by will power, by yoga meditation, by consultation with saints, by use of astrological bangles—the adverse effects of past wrongs can be minimized or nullified. ~Sri Yukteswar Giri To have one made for you send the time, day, month, and year of your birth, and a recent photo of yourself in a private message to: Yogivah Giri or mail to kriyamala7@yahoo. Glory to all Great Gurus _/\_
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