walls. Hearts beating fast, we proceeded up some old cement steps; trod, no doubt, by
countless truth seekers. Our tension grew keener and keener as on we strode. Before us, near
the head of the stairs, quietly appeared the Great One, Swami Sri Yukteswarji, standing in the
noble pose of a sage. My heart heaved and swelled at the blessing of being in his sublime
presence.…
On bended knee before the master I gave my own unexpressed love and thanks; touching
his feet, calloused by time and service, and receiving his blessing. I stood then and gazed into
his beautiful eyes—deep with introspection yet radiant with joy.…
I easily perceived the saintliness of the Great One through his heart-warming smile and
twinkling eyes. Quickly discernible in his merry or serious conversation is a positiveness in
statement: the mark of a sage—one who knows he knows, because he knows God. The
master’s great wisdom, strength of purpose, and determination are apparent in every way.
He was simply clad; his dhoti and shirt, once dyed an ocher color, are now a faded orange.
Studying him reverently from time to time, I noted that he is of large, athletic stature; his body
hardened by the trials and sacrifices of a renunciant’s life. His poise is majestic. He moves
with dignified tread and erect posture. A jovial and rollicking laugh comes from the depths of
his chest, causing his whole body to shake and quiver.
His austere face strikingly conveys an impression of divine power. His hair, parted in the
middle, is white around the forehead, streaked elsewhere with silvery gold and silvery black,
and ends in ringlets at his shoulders. His beard and moustache are scant or thinned out, and
seem to enhance his features. His forehead slopes, as though seeking the heavens. His dark
eyes are haloed by an ethereal blue ring.…In repose his mouth is stern, yet subtly touched with
tenderness.
Though to all outward appearances Sri Yukteswarji’s health appeared to
be excellent, his time to leave the body was indeed drawing near. Late in
1935 he called Paramahansaji to him.
“My task on earth is now finished; you must carry on.” Sri Yukteswar
spoke quietly, his eyes calm and gentle.
“Please send someone to take charge of our ashram in Puri,” he went on.
“I leave everything in your hands. You will be able successfully to sail the
boat of your life and that of the organization to the divine shores.”
The great guru entered mahasamadhi (a yogi’s final, conscious exit
from the body) on March 9, 1936, in Puri. The Amrita Bazar Patrika,
leading newspaper of Calcutta, carried his picture and the following report:
The death Bhandara ceremony for Srimat Swami Sri Yukteswar Giri Maharaj, aged 81, took
place at Puri on March 21. Many disciples came down to Puri for the rites.
One of the greatest expounders of the Bhagavad Gita, Swami Maharaj was a great disciple
of Yogiraj Sri Shyama Charan Lahiri Mahasaya of Banaras. Swami Maharaj was the founder
of several Yogoda Satsanga [Self-Realization Fellowship] centers in India, and was the great
inspiration behind the yoga movement which was carried to the West by Swami Yogananda,
his principal disciple. It was Sri Yukteswarji’s prophetic powers and deep realization that