: Autobiography of a Yogi by Yogananda Paramahansa - Yogananda Paramahansa 1893-1952; Yogis India Biography Hinduism

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Frontispiece Map of India My Father, Bhagabati Charan Ghosh My Mother Swami Pranabananda, "The Saint With Two Bodies" My Elder Brother, Ananta Festival Gathering in the Courtyard of my Guru's Hermitage in Serampore Nagendra Nath Bhaduri, "The Levitating Saint" Myself at Age 6 Jagadis Chandra Bose, Famous Scientist Two Brothers of Therese Neumann, at Konnersreuth Master Mahasaya, the Blissful Devotee Jitendra Mazumdar, my Companion on the "Penniless Test" at Brindaban Ananda Moyi Ma, the "Joy-Permeated Mother" Himalayan Cave Occupied by Babaji Sri Yukteswar, My Master Self-Realization Fellowship, Los Angeles Headquarters Self-Realization Church of All Religions, Hollywood My Guru's Seaside Hermitage at Puri Self-Realization Church of All Religions, San Diego My Sisters--Roma, Nalini, and Uma My Sister Uma The Lord in His Aspect as Shiva Yogoda Math, Hermitage at Dakshineswar Ranchi School, Main Building Kashi, Reborn and Rediscovered Bishnu, Motilal Mukherji, my Father, Mr. Wright, T.N. Bose, Swami Satyananda Group of Delegates to the International Congress of Religious Liberals, Boston, 1920 A Guru and Disciple in an Ancient Hermitage Babaji, the Yogi-Christ of Modern India Lahiri Mahasaya A Yoga Class in Washington, D.C. Luther Burbank Therese Neumann of Konnersreuth, Bavaria The Taj Mahal at Agra Shankari Mai Jiew, Only Living Disciple of the great Trailanga Swami Krishnananda with his Tame Lioness Group on the Dining Patio of my Guru's Serampore Hermitage Miss Bletch, Mr. Wright, and myself--in Egypt Rabindranath Tagore Swami Keshabananda, at his Hermitage in Brindaban Krishna, Ancient Prophet of India Mahatma Gandhi, at Wardha Giri Bala, the Woman Yogi Who Never Eats Mr. E. E. Dickinson My Guru and Myself Ranchi Students Encinitas Conference in San Francisco Swami Premananda My Father

The value of Yogananda's AUTOBIOGRAPHYis greatly enhanced by the fact that it is one of the few books in English about the wise men of India which has been written, not by a journalist or foreigner, but by one of their own race and training--in short, a book ABOUT yogis BY a yogi. As an eyewitness recountal of the extraordinary lives and powers of modern Hindu saints, the book has importance both timely and timeless. To its illustrious author, whom I have had the pleasure of knowing both in India and America, may every reader render due appreciation and gratitude. His unusual life-document is certainly one of the most revealing of the depths of the Hindu mind and heart, and of the spiritual wealth of India, ever to be published in the West.

It has been my privilege to have met one of the sages whose life-history is herein narrated-Sri Yukteswar Giri. A likeness of the venerable saint appeared as part of the frontispiece of my TIBETAN YOGA AND SECRET DOCTRINES. It was at Puri, in Orissa, on the Bay of Bengal, that I encountered Sri Yukteswar. He was then the head of a quiet ashrama near the seashore there, and was chiefly occupied in the spiritual training of a group of youthful disciples. He expressed keen interest in the welfare of the people of the United States and of all the Americas, and of England, too, and questioned me concerning the distant activities, particularly those in California, of his chief disciple, Paramhansa Yogananda, whom he dearly loved, and whom he had sent, in 1920, as his emissary to the West.

Sri Yukteswar was of gentle mien and voice, of pleasing presence, and worthy of the veneration which his followers spontaneously accorded to him. Every person who knew him, whether of his own community or not, held him in the highest esteem. I vividly recall his tall, straight, ascetic figure, garbed in the saffron-colored garb of one who has renounced worldly quests, as he stood at the entrance of the hermitage to give me welcome. His hair was long and somewhat curly, and his face bearded. His body was muscularly firm, but slender and well-formed, and his step energetic. He had chosen as his place of earthly abode the holy city of Puri, whither multitudes of pious Hindus, representative of every province of India, come daily on pilgrimage to the famed Temple of Jagannath, "Lord of the World." It was at Puri that Sri Yukteswar closed his mortal eyes, in 1936, to the scenes of this transitory state of being and passed on, knowing that his incarnation had been carried to a triumphant completion. I am glad, indeed, to be able to record this testimony to the high character and holiness of Sri Yukteswar. Content to remain afar from the multitude, he gave himself unreservedly and in tranquillity to that ideal life which Paramhansa Yogananda, his disciple, has now described for the ages. W. Y. EVANS-WENTZ

Oxford University Press, 1935.

PARAMHANSA YOGANANDA OCTOBER 28, 1945 ENCINITAS, CALIFORNIA

CHAPTER: 1

MY PARENTS AND EARLY LIFE

The characteristic features of Indian culture have long been a search for ultimate verities and the concomitant disciple-guru relationship. My own path led me to a Christlike sage whose beautiful life was chiseled for the ages. He was one of the great masters who are India's sole remaining wealth. Emerging in every generation, they have bulwarked their land against the fate of Babylon and Egypt.

I find my earliest memories covering the anachronistic features of a previous incarnation. Clear recollections came to me of a distant life, a yogi amidst the Himalayan snows. These glimpses of the past, by some dimensionless link, also afforded me a glimpse of the future.

The helpless humiliations of infancy are not banished from my mind. I was resentfully conscious of not being able to walk or express myself freely. Prayerful surges arose within me as I realized my bodily impotence. My strong emotional life took silent form as words in many languages. Among the inward confusion of tongues, my ear gradually accustomed itself to the circumambient Bengali syllables of my people. The beguiling scope of an infant's mind! adultly considered limited to toys and toes.

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