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manta wrote:
> Ti stvarno misliš da nešto ovisi o tim (nekim) đotišima?
> 
> Ili, Đotiš je najviša stvarnost?  To naučavaš?
> 
> Oko čeg se natežeš?
> (ajmo svi na đotiš za bolje sutra...)

"Your sister's legs will be normal at the end of one month." He added,
"Let her wear, next to her skin, a band with an unperforated two-carat
pearl, held on by a clasp."

I prostrated myself at his feet with joyful relief.

"Sir, you are a master; your word of her recovery is enough But if you
insist I shall immediately get her a pearl."

My guru nodded. "Yes, do that." He went on to correctly describe the
physical and mental characteristics of Nalini, whom he had never seen.

"Sir," I inquired, "is this an astrological analysis? You do not know
her birth day or hour."

Sri Yukteswar smiled. "There is a deeper astrology, not dependent on the
testimony of calendars and clocks. Each man is a part of the Creator, or
Cosmic Man; he has a heavenly body as well as one of earth. The human
eye sees the physical form, but the inward eye penetrates more
profoundly, even to the universal pattern of which each man is an
integral and individual part."

...

"I pray you to bless me that my ninth child may live," she said. "Eight
babies have been born to me; all died soon after birth."

The master smiled sympathetically. "Your coming child will live. Please
follow my instructions carefully. The baby, a girl, will be born at
night. See that the oil lamp is kept burning until dawn. Do not fall
asleep and thus allow the light to become extinguished."

Abhoya's child was a daughter, born at night, exactly as foreseen by the
omniscient guru. The mother instructed her nurse to keep the lamp filled
with oil. Both women kept the urgent vigil far into the early morning
hours, but finally fell asleep. The lamp oil was almost gone; the light
flickered feebly.

The bedroom door unlatched and flew open with a violent sound. The
startled women awoke. Their astonished eyes beheld the form of Lahiri
Mahasaya.

"Abhoya, behold, the light is almost gone!" He pointed to the lamp,
which the nurse hastened to refill. As soon as it burned again brightly,
the master vanished. The door closed; the latch was affixed without
visible agency.

Abhoya's ninth child survived; in 1935, when I made inquiry, she was
still living.

...

"At dawn Lahiri Mahasaya glanced at me consolingly. 'I see you are still
disturbed. Why didn't you explain yesterday that you expected me to give
Rama tangible aid in the form of some medicine?' The master pointed to a
cup-shaped lamp containing crude castor oil. 'Fill a little bottle from
the lamp; put seven drops into Rama's mouth.'

"'Sir,' I remonstrated, 'he has been dead since yesterday noon. Of what
use is the oil now?'

"'Never mind; just do as I ask.' Lahiri Mahasaya's cheerful mood was
incomprehensible; I was still in the unassuaged agony of bereavement.
Pouring out a small amount of oil, I departed for Rama's house.

"I found my friend's body rigid in the death-clasp. Paying no attention
to his ghastly condition, I opened his lips with my right finger and
managed, with my left hand and the help of the cork, to put the oil drop
by drop over his clenched teeth.

"As the seventh drop touched his cold lips, Rama shivered violently. His
muscles vibrated from head to foot as he sat up wonderingly.

"'I saw Lahiri Mahasaya in a blaze of light,' he cried. 'He shone like
the sun. "Arise; forsake your sleep," he commanded me. "Come with
Yukteswar to see me."'

"I could scarcely believe my eyes when Rama dressed himself and was
strong enough after that fatal sickness to walk to the home of our guru.
There he prostrated himself before Lahiri Mahasaya with tears of gratitude.

"The master was beside himself with mirth. His eyes twinkled at me
mischievously.

"'Yukteswar,' he said, 'surely henceforth you will not fail to carry
with you a bottle of castor oil! Whenever you see a corpse, just
administer the oil! Why, seven drops of lamp oil must surely foil the
power of Yama!'3

"'Guruji, you are ridiculing me. I don't understand; please point out
the nature of my error.'

"'I told you twice that Rama would be well; yet you could not fully
believe me,' Lahiri Mahasaya explained. 'I did not mean the doctors
would be able to cure him; I remarked only that they were in attendance.
There was no causal connection between my two statements. I didn't want
to interfere with the physicians; they have to live, too.' In a voice
resounding with joy, my guru added, 'Always know that the inexhaustible
Paramatman4 can heal anyone, doctor or no doctor.'

"'I see my mistake,' I acknowledged remorsefully. 'I know now that your
simple word is binding on the whole cosmos.'"

As Sri Yukteswar finished the awesome story, one of the spellbound
listeners ventured a question that, from a child, was doubly understandable.

"Sir," he said, "why did your guru use castor oil?"

"Child, giving the oil had no meaning except that I expected something
material and Lahiri Mahasaya chose the near-by oil as an objective
symbol for awakening my greater faith. The master allowed Rama to die,
because I had partially doubted. But the divine guru knew that inasmuch
as he had said the disciple would be well, the healing must take place,
even though he had to cure Rama of death, a disease usually final!"


"Autobiography of a Yogi", Paramhansa Yogananda


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