Young Mukunda (Yogananda)
Stories of the Masters

The Two Kites

This story from Yogananda’s childhood is excerpted from the Autobiography of a Yogi

Our family moved to Lahore in the Punjab. There I acquired a picture of the Divine Mother in the form of the Goddess Kali. It sanctified a small informal shrine on the balcony of our home. An unequivocal conviction came over me that fulfillment would crown any of my prayers uttered in that sacred spot. Standing there with Uma one day, I watched two kites flying over the roofs of the buildings on the opposite side of the very narrow lane.

“Why are you so quiet?” Uma pushed me playfully.

“I am just thinking how wonderful it is that Divine Mother gives me whatever I ask.”

“I suppose She would give you those two kites!” My sister laughed derisively.

“Why not?” I began silent prayers for their possession.

Matches are played in India with kites whose strings are covered with glue and ground glass. Each player attempts to sever the string of his opponent. A freed kite sails over the roofs; there is great fun in catching it. Inasmuch as Uma and I were on the balcony, it seemed impossible that any loosed kite could come into our hands; its string would naturally dangle over the roofs.

The players across the lane began their match. One string was cut; immediately the kite floated in my direction. It was stationary for a moment, through sudden abatement of breeze, which sufficed to firmly entangle the string with a cactus plant on top of the opposite house. A perfect loop was formed for my seizure. I handed the prize to Uma.

“It was just an extraordinary accident, and not an answer to your prayer. If the other kite comes to you, then I shall believe.”

Sister’s dark eyes conveyed more amazement than her words.

I continued my prayers with a crescendo intensity. A forcible tug by the other player resulted in the abrupt loss of his kite. It headed toward me, dancing in the wind. My helpful assistant, the cactus plant, again secured the kite string in the necessary loop by which I could grasp it. I presented my second trophy to Uma.

“Indeed, Divine Mother listens to you! This is all too uncanny for me!” Sister bolted away like a frightened fawn.

Paramhansa Yogananda Side
Stories of the Masters

Sweet Compassion

Andy Anderson worked as a foreman on several of Yogananda’s construction projects. Swami Kriyananda narrates the following story.

During the months while Andy supervised our work at India Center, he developed a deep love for Master. Master, in return, was touched by Andy’s devotion, and by his simple, kindly nature. As Christmas 1950 approached, Andy took pains to buy his guru an appropriate gift. During our luncheon break one day he made a special journey to Mt. Washington and, with great trepidation, went up to the third floor. Placing his gift by Master’s door, he fled.

‘Oh,’ he cried, upon his return to India Center, ‘what a fool I am! I forgot to put my name on that package. Now Master will never know who gave it to him!’

Just then the telephone rang. It was Master asking to speak with Andy. Andy returned a few minutes later, beaming from ear to ear.

‘Master just wanted to thank me for my present!’

Andy, like many in the construction trade, rather liked his beer. Sometimes, in fact, he came to work a little ‘under the influence.’ One day Master asked him to construct a concrete driveway at Mt. Washington.

‘Heavy trucks drive up here,’ Master explained, ‘with paper for the print shop. How thick do you suggest we make the driveway to bear all that weight?’

After a few moments’ thought, Andy replied, ‘Four inches would be quite enough, Master.’

‘Make it six,’ Master said with a sweet smile.

Andy was about to object, when he saw Master’s smile. ‘All right, Sir.’ He gulped, swallowing his professional knowledge.

I wondered at the time why two extra inches of concrete should have inspired Master to request them so sweetly. Later I understood. For when the day came for pouring the concrete, it was obvious from the look in Andy’s eyes that he was a little tipsy. Not fully conscious of what he was doing, he sprayed too much water on the new driveway, diluting the mixture. If it hadn’t been for those extra inches, the cement would have cracked. Master, out of loving respect for Andy, wouldn’t allow anyone to replace him. Indeed, it was to compensate for this problem, which he’d foreseen, that he’d requested those extra two inches of concrete. The sweetness of his smile had been due to his compassion for Andy.

Paramhansa Yogananda with Turban
Spiritual Community

Spiritual Communities

Some of my most impressive memories of Master are of his public lectures. While they lacked the sweet intimacy of talks with the disciples at Mt. Washington, they rang with the spirit of a mission destined, he told us, to bring spiritual regeneration to the world.

I remember especially how stirred I was by a talk he gave at a garden party in Beverly Hills on July 31, 1949. Never had I imagined that the power of human speech could be so great; it was the most stirring lecture I have ever heard.

“This day,” he thundered, punctuating every word, “marks the birth of a new era. My spoken words are registered in the ether, in the Spirit of God, and they shall move the West…. Self-Realization has come to unite all religions…. We must go on ó not only those who are here, but thousands of youths must go North, South, East and West to cover the earth with little colonies, demonstrating that simplicity of living plus high thinking lead to the greatest happiness!” I was moved to my core. It would not have surprised me had the heavens opened up and a host of angels come streaming out, eyes ablaze, to do his bidding. Deeply I vowed that day to do my utmost to make his words a reality.

Often during the years I was with Master he exhorted his audiences on the subject of this cherished dream of his: “world-brotherhood colonies,” or spiritual cooperative communities ó not monasteries, merely, but places where people in every stage of life could devote themselves to living the divine life.

“Environment is stronger than will power,” he told us. He saw “world-brotherhood colonies” as environments that would foster spiritual attitudes: humility, trust, devotion, respect for others, friendly cooperation. For worldly people, too, who dream of a better way of life, small cooperative communities offer the best hope of demonstrating to society at large that mankind is capable of achieving heights that are so scornfully repudiated in this age of spiritual underachievers. Such communities would be places where cooperative attitudes were emphasized, rather than social and political “rights” and the present social and business norms of cut-throat competition.

“Gather together, those of you who share high ideals,” Yogananda told his audiences. “Pool your resources. Buy land out in the country. A simple life will bring you inner freedom. Harmony with nature will bring you a happiness known to few city dwellers. In the company of other truth seekers it will be easier for you to meditate and think of God.

“What is the need for all the luxuries people surround themselves with? Most of what they have they are paying for on the installment plan. Their debts are a source of unending worry to them. Even people whose luxuries have been paid for are not free; attachment makes them slaves. They consider themselves freer for their possessions, and don’t see how their possessions in turn possess them!”

He added: “The day will come when this colony idea will spread through the world like wildfire.”

In the over-all plan for his work, Paramhansa Yogananda saw individual students first receiving the SRF lessons, and practicing Kriya Yoga in their own homes; then, in time, forming spiritual centers where they could meet once or twice weekly for group study and meditation. In areas where there was enough interest to warrant it, he wanted SRF churches, perhaps with full- or part-time ministers. And where there were enough sincere devotees to justify it, his dream was that they would buy land and live together, serving God, and sharing the spiritual life together on a full-time basis.

As I mentioned in Chapter Seventeen, Master had wanted to start a model world-brotherhood colony in Encinitas. He felt so deeply the importance of this communitarian dream that for some years it formed the nucleus of all his plans for the work. Indeed, ruler of his own mental processes though he was, even he on one occasion became caught up in a whirlwind of enthusiasm for this project. He told a congregation one Sunday morning, “I got so involved in thinking about world-brotherhood colonies last night that my mind got away from me. But,” he added, “I chanted a little, and it came back.”

Another measure of his interest may be seen in the fact that the first edition of Autobiography of a Yogi ended with a ringing report of his hopes for founding such a colony. “Brotherhood,” he wrote in that edition, quoting a discussion he had had with Dr. Lewis in Encinitas, “is an ideal better understood by example than precept! A small harmonious group here may inspire other ideal communities over the earth.” He concluded, “Far into the night my dear friend “the first Kriya Yogi in America” discussed with me the need for world colonies founded on a spiritual basis.”

Alas, he encountered an obstacle that has stood in the way of every spiritual reform since the days of Buddha: human nature. Marriage has always tended to be something of a closed corporation. The economic depression of the Nineteen-Thirties had had the effect on a generation of Americans of heightening this tendency by increasing their desire for worldly security. “Us four and no more” was the way Yogananda described their attitude. America wasn’t yet ready for world-brotherhood colonies.

A further difficulty lay in the fact that the core of his work already was his monastic disciples. It was they who set the tone for all the colonies. Householders couldn’t match their spirit of self-abnegation and service. Families were crowded out of the communal garden, so to speak, by the more exuberant growth of the plants of renunciation. But Yogananda was too near the end of his mission to fulfill his “world-brotherhood colony” dream elsewhere.

“Encinitas is gone!” he lamented toward the end of his life. It was not that the ashram was lost. What he meant was that his plans for founding a world-brotherhood colony on those sacred grounds would not be fulfilled ó at least not during his lifetime. He stopped accepting families into the ashrams, all of which he turned now into full-fledged monasteries. For in his renunciate disciples he found that spirit of selfless dedication which his mission needed for its ultimate success.

Nevertheless, the idea of world-brotherhood colonies remained important to him. It was, as he had put it during that speech in Beverly Hills, “in the ether, in the Spirit of God.” Kamala Silva, in her autobiography, The Flawless Mirror, reports that as late as five months before he left his body he spoke to her glowingly of this dream of his. Master knew that, eventually, the dream must be fulfilled.

Paramhansa Yogananda
Stories of the Masters

Yogananda  and the Boston Skeptic

This is an excerpt from ‘The New Path’.

One day in Boston, Massachusetts, Paramhansa Yogananda received a letter criticizing him for ‘sponsoring’ Jesus Christ in the West. ‘Don’t you know that Jesus never lived?’ the writer demanded. ‘He was a myth invented to deceive people.’ The letter was left unsigned.

Yogananda prayed to be led to the writer. About a week later he was in the Boston Public Library. He saw a stranger there, seated on a bench by one of the windows, and went over, sitting next to him.

‘Why did you write me that letter?’ he inquired.

The man started in amazement. ‘Wh-what do you mean? What letter?’

‘The one in which you claimed that Jesus Christ is only a myth.’

‘But how on earth did you know I wrote that?’

‘I have my ways,’ the Master replied quietly. ‘And I wanted you to know that the power which led me to you enables me also to know for certain that Jesus Christ did live in Palestine, and that he was everything that the Bible claims for him. He was a true Christ, a Son of God.’

Jesus Christ
Meditation and Kriya Yoga

Self-Realization teachings as the Fulfilment of Christ’s Promise

Christ gave techniques of salvation to St. John and the disciples, promising to send to them the Comforter, about which people understand little.

Lahiri Mahasaya’s teaching is the Second Coming of Christ, not through a mere claim, but in actuality. His Kriya technique of meditation expands the cup of concentration so that it can be large enough to hold the ocean of Christ-consciousness, (the consciousness that was present in the life of Jesus). Lahiri Mahasaya’s technique can reveal to each soul that God belongs to him by divine birthright and has not to be evolutionarily attained. But actual step-by-step meditation is necessary in order to destroy self-created delusion.

Lahiri Mahasaya’s Kriya technique is the fulfillment of Jesus Christ’s promise to send the Comforter. Through Kriya, the devotee can expand his consciousness from the body to infinity, without losing consciousness, by tuning in with the actual Cosmic Sound or the Holy Ghost sound emanating from the vibration of all atoms and electrons. When the devotee tunes himself with this sound, he finds the greatest all-sorrow-quenching Comfort and perceives his Spirit present not only in his little body but in all vibrating space.

Hence, Christians and all truth-seekers ought to try Lahiri Mahasaya’s world-emancipating technique with scientific steadiness, just as they might join a university, and find for themselves that God can be contacted in this life, now.

Paramhansa Yogananda Instructing Hatha Yoga
Stories of the Masters

I know Every Single Thought you think

One day, after a gathering in Beverly Hills, I had been invited to perform yoga postures at a Jewish Bar Mitzvah. Afterward, a materialistic Jewish psychiatrist cornered me and challenged my beliefs. I defended them as reasonably as I could, and then, to clinch my argument, spoke of certain miracles to which I’d been a witness. It did no good at all. In fact, I could see the thought forming in his mind, ‘Perhaps I could find time for this ‘patient’ next Wednesday morning.’

A few days later, I served lunch for my Guru and several guests, and followed the meal with a short demonstration of yoga postures. After the guests had departed, I sat alone at the table for a few minutes with my Guru. During our conversation he paused briefly, then commented, ‘By the way, when you are with atheists and materialists, don’t speak to them of miracles.’

‘You knew!’ I exclaimed.

Looking at me deeply, he replied, ‘I know every single thought you think.’ Often, during our time together, he demonstrated the truth of that extraordinary statement.

Paramhansa Yogananda in American Suit
Stories of the Masters

The Hamburgers

An incident narrated by James Coller to Swami Kriyananda

James Coller, another disciple, visited us at about this time from Phoenix, Arizona; Master had appointed him to be the minister of our church there. James, though deeply devoted to God and Guru, had a tendency to be a little casual about hermitage discipline.

‘I was driving from Phoenix to Encinitas recently,’ James told us, ‘to see Master. It was late at night, and I was getting hungry. After some time I came to a restaurant that was still open, and eagerly went in. As bad luck would have it, all they had to serve was hamburgers. What was I to do? I knew Master wanted us to be vegetarians, but still. . . . I mean, I was really hungry! ‘Oh, well,’ I decided finally, ‘he won’t know!’ So I ate two hamburgers. After I reached Encinitas, I spoke with Master. At the end of our conversation, he remarked gently:

”By the way, James, when you’re on the highway late at night, and you come to a place that serves nothing but hamburgers’better not eat anything.” It may comfort those who have similar problems with self-discipline that Master said James would be spiritually free in this life. His saving grace was deep love for God.

Paramhansa Yogananda
Poems

All Bow to Thee

Thou art the One Infinite to the monist;
Thou art God and Nature to the dualist;
Thou art the finite many to the polytheist;
Thou art everything, O God, to the pantheist.
Thou art the God of monists, dualists, polytheists, and pantheists.

Thou art both the Infinite Ocean and all its finite waves of creation.
Because Thou art everything—
The souls of monists, dualists, polytheists, pantheists— All bow to Thee!

Old Anananda Domes
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Principles for Founding World Brotherhood Colonies

From East West Magazine, 1932

The following excerpts are from an article Yogananda wrote about his dream of World Brotherhood Colonies. While he modified the practical details later in his life, this article is a good example of the principles on which to found Colonies, and also the strong feelings Yogananda had about starting them.
Ananda’s World Brotherhood Colonies were founded on the following principles:
“How can we by spiritual methods begin a material United States of the World?”

“…This is how it should be worked out. Groups of twenty-five young married couples and single people should strive hard and concentrate their souls’ force by living economically for five years, until each couple has ten thousand dollars cash. This, multiplied by twenty-five, would make a trust-fund of $250,000.

“Some of this should be used to buy and build twenty-five small cottages, by their own labor, on twenty acres of community-owned farm land. All butter and milk should be obtained from home-bred cows, and vegetables should be grown by the members of this spiritual farm on their own land. Lambs should be grown for wool for dresses, socks, and other articles….”

“Education for the children of the married couples should be given in the community schools by the highly educated parents in a community hall with wooden partitions, or under the trees in summer. Meditation, the scientific art of knowing god, should be the ideal aim of all the children.. Parents should be satisfied with one child and exercise moderation and self-control in marital life.

“All taxes, the expense of educating the children, and miscellaneous expenses, should be taken from the interest on the $250,000….”

“Each spiritual colony should take the vow of plain living and high thinking, the brotherhood of man, fellowship of all, joint ownership of land, transportation, education, food, and money, and they should eat and dress in the community way, but spiritually each soul in the community must be unencumbered so that he may develop and advance as deeply as he can.

“If people would follow the above rules, then God’s world would be harmonious; climates would be better, and from everywhere pestilence, famine, and disease would flee, for then all the nations would be as one, co-operating in international laws of transportation, food, education, and religion. Forsake luxury, selfishness, and greed for money, and lead lives of security free from worries. This will establish universal peace and harmony.”

Paramhansa Yogananda Last Smile
Poems

Smile Forever

Smile when the roses are budding; smile when the petals of pleasure are falling.

Smile when vigor is throbbing in your breast; smile when you have dreaming wrinkles in your brow.

Smile when the flowers of praise are showered over you, and smile when the world erects statues of you after you are gone; smile at those monuments of glory which you will never know.

Smile because you find happiness in peace and not in passing possessions.

Smile because you are fearless, because fear is ashamed to cause you apprehension and failure.

Let smiles be the everlasting vehicle in which you roam through life and death, sorrow and pleasure, and health and sickness alike.

Smile at death, for it pretends to destroy you, who are the indestructible image of God.

Smile when trials burst upon you; smile when the goblin of poverty stalks, and when all hope threatens to leave you.

Let all things — fame, fortune, even life, leave you, but hold on to the throne of your smile, for if you can smile, no matter what happens, then God will smile through you.

Smile when you are crying; smile when you are laughing; smile when you are losing, and smile when you are winning.

Smile when you are growing; smile when you are dying, and you will die no more, for laughter is the Life of Spirit. In the spark of a lasting smile is the attainment of Immortal Happiness.

Smile when you are good, and smile when you are bad, that you may be evil no more.

With the sun-glow of a smile, dispel gloom, evil, poverty-consciousness, ignorance, and all dark, negative ideas. A smile is the light which burns away all gloom and puts the dark birds of sorrow to flight.

Smile at the sad past, for it is no more; smile, thinking of the joys of yester-years, for they are not gone, but are ever living in you each day.

Smile at threatening sorrow, for it may never come; smile that the sorrow of tomorrow, even if it comes, can never touch you — the ever-smiling.

Smile at the past; smile today, smile tomorrow, and you will qualify to smile forever and forever.

Smile newly with the ever-new smile of God every second, every minute, every day in the New Year, and keep smiling in God — Forever.

— January 1934

Paramhansa Yogananda at the Sea in Encinitas
Poems

My Prisoner

Long You hid
Beneath the static of my restless thoughts,
Long You fled
In the chambers of eerie ether,
At last I found Thee
Hiding behind the quiet desert dunes
Of My desirelessness.
Fastened with strong cords of devotion
You are my Prisoner.
I’ll keep You
Locked in the dungeons of silence
Fastened beneath the bars of my closed eyes.
Beloved Prisoner
I’ll keep You enshrined
On the altar of my secret songs.
Beloved Captive
I’ll keep You hidden
In the bower of my caresses,
In the temple of my dreams.
Beloved Infinite
I’ll keep You ever imprisoned
Behind the strong walls of my undying love.

— August 1937

Paramhansa Yogananda at Niagara Falls
Poems

Magic Sea

For You alone can make a sea
With eyes of blue and measureless deep;
With transparent heart
All hidden with endless mystery.
With flying fish perching,
On Your silver hair of surf dancing,
Somber sea-gulls resting
On Your rich watery tresses
As the sun bestows its kisses
And makes them shine.
O Goddess, blue Brine,
Intoxicating all votaries with Your wine,
Your ever blushing scenic face
Surging in all secret solace —
Who, who could make this blue-eyed maiden
But You alone, ah You?
Man may make a myriad things that be
A little while;
But You alone can make a magic sea.

— September 1940