Chapter 34 - Materializing a Palace in the Himalaya
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"Babaji's first meeting with Lahiri Mahasaya is an enthralling story, and one of the few which gives us a
detailed glimpse of the deathless guru."
These words were Swami Kebalananda's preamble to a wondrous tale. The first time he recounted it I was
literally spellbound. On many other occasions I coaxed my gentle Sanskrit tutor to repeat the story, which
was later told me in substantially the same words by Sri Yukteswar. Both these Lahiri Mahasaya disciples had
heard the awesome tale direct from the lips of their guru.
"My first meeting with Babaji took place in my thirty-third year," Lahiri Mahasaya had said. "In the
autumn of 1861 I was stationed in Danapur as a government accountant in the Military Engineering
Department. One morning the office manager summoned me.
"'Lahiri,' he said, 'a telegram has just come from our main office. You are to be transferred to Ranikhet,
where an army post
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"I finally reached a small clearing whose sides were dotted with caves. On one of the rocky ledges stood a
smiling young man, extending his hand in welcome. I noticed with astonishment that, except for his
copper-colored hair, he bore a remarkable resemblance to myself.
"'Lahiri, you have come!' The saint addressed me affectionately in Hindi. 'Rest here in this cave. It was
I who called you.'
"I entered a neat little grotto which contained several woolen blankets and a few
kamandulus
(begging bowls).
"'Lahiri, do you remember that seat?' The yogi pointed to a folded blanket in one corner.
"'No, sir.' Somewhat dazed at the strangeness of my adventure, I added, 'I must leave now, before
nightfall. I have business in the morning at my office.'
"The mysterious saint replied in English, 'The office was brought
for you, and not
you for the office.'
"I was dumbfounded that this forest ascetic should not only speak English but also paraphrase the words of
Christ.
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"As I maintained a bewildered silence, the saint approached and struck me gently on the forehead. At his
magnetic touch, a wondrous current swept through my brain, releasing the sweet seed-memories of my previous
life.
"'I remember!' My voice was half-choked with joyous sobs. 'You are my guru Babaji, who has belonged to me
always! Scenes of the past arise vividly in my mind; here in this cave I spent many years of my last
incarnation!' As ineffable recollections overwhelmed me, I tearfully embraced my master's feet.
"'For more than three decades I have waited for you here-waited for you to return to me!' Babaji's voice
rang with celestial love. 'You slipped away and vanished into the tumultuous waves of the life beyond death.
The magic wand of your karma touched you, and you were gone! Though you lost sight of me, never did I lose
sight of you! I pursued you over the luminescent astral sea where the glorious angels sail. Through gloom,
storm, upheaval, and light I followed you, like a mother bird guarding her young. As you lived out your human
term of womb-life, and emerged a babe, my eye was ever on you. When you covered your tiny form in the lotus
posture under the Nadia sands in your childhood, I was invisibly present! Patiently, month after month, year
after year, I have watched over you, waiting for this perfect day. Now you are with me! Lo, here is your
cave, loved of yore! I have kept it ever clean and ready for you. Here is your hallowed
asana-blanket, where you daily sat to fill your expanding heart with God! Behold there your bowl,
from which you often drank the nectar prepared by me! See how I have kept the brass cup brightly polished,
that you might drink again therefrom! My own, do you now understand?'
"'My guru, what can I say?' I murmured brokenly. 'Where has one ever heard of such deathless love?' I
gazed long and ecstatically on my eternal treasure, my guru in life and death.
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"'Lahiri, you need purification. Drink the oil in this bowl and lie down by the river.' Babaji's practical
wisdom, I reflected with a quick, reminiscent smile, was ever to the fore.
"I obeyed his directions. Though the icy Himalayan night was descending, a comforting warmth, an inner
radiation, began to pulsate in every cell of my body. I marveled. Was the unknown oil endued with a cosmical
heat?
"Bitter winds whipped around me in the darkness, shrieking a fierce challenge. The chill wavelets of the
Gogash River lapped now and then over my body, outstretched on the rocky bank. Tigers howled near-by, but my
heart was free of fear; the radiant force newly generated within me conveyed an assurance of unassailable
protection. Several hours passed swiftly; faded memories of another life wove themselves into the present
brilliant pattern of reunion with my divine guru.
"My solitary musings were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. In the darkness, a man's hand
gently helped me to my feet, and gave me some dry clothing.
"'Come, brother,' my companion said. 'The master awaits you.'
"He led the way through the forest. The somber night was suddenly lit by a steady luminosity in the
distance.
"'Can that be the sunrise?' I inquired. 'Surely the whole night has not passed?'
"'The hour is midnight.' My guide laughed softly. 'Yonder light is the glow of a
golden palace, materialized here tonight by the peerless Babaji. In the dim past, you once expressed a desire
to enjoy the beauties of a palace. Our master is now satisfying your wish, thus freeing you from the bonds of
karma.'
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"I followed my companion into a spacious reception hall. The odor of incense and of roses wafted through
the air; dim lamps shed a multicolored glow. Small groups of devotees, some fair, some dark-skinned, chanted
musically, or sat in the meditative posture, immersed in an inner peace. A vibrant joy pervaded the
atmosphere.
"'Feast your eyes; enjoy the artistic splendors of this palace, for it has been brought into being solely
in your honor.' My guide smiled sympathetically as I uttered a few ejaculations of wonderment.
"'Brother,' I said, 'the beauty of this structure surpasses the bounds of human imagination. Please tell
me the mystery of its origin.'
"'I will gladly enlighten you.' My companion's dark eyes sparkled with wisdom. 'In reality there is
nothing inexplicable about this materialization. The whole cosmos is a materialized thought of the Creator.
This heavy, earthly clod, floating in space, is a dream of God. He made all things out of His consciousness,
even as man in his dream consciousness reproduces and vivifies a creation with its creatures.
"'God first created the earth as an idea. Then He quickened it; energy atoms came into being. He
coordinated the atoms into this solid sphere. All its molecules are held together by the will of God. When He
withdraws His will, the earth again will disintegrate into energy. Energy will dissolve into consciousness;
the earth-idea will disappear from objectivity.
"'The substance of a dream is held in materialization by the subconscious thought of the dreamer. When
that cohesive thought is withdrawn in wakefulness, the dream and its elements dissolve. A man closes his eyes
and erects a dream-creation which, on awakening, he effortlessly dematerializes. He follows the divine
archetypal pattern. Similarly, when he awakens in cosmic consciousness, he will effortlessly dematerialize
the illusions of the cosmic dream.
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"'Being one with the infinite all-accomplishing Will, Babaji can summon the elemental atoms to combine and
manifest themselves in any form. This golden palace, instantaneously created, is real, even as this earth is
real. Babaji created this palatial mansion out of his mind and is holding its atoms together by the power of
his will, even as God created this earth and is maintaining it intact.' He added, 'When this structure has
served its purpose, Babaji will dematerialize it.'
"As I remained silent in awe, my guide made a sweeping gesture. 'This shimmering palace,
superbly embellished with jewels, has not been built by human effort or with laboriously mined gold and gems.
It stands solidly, a monumental challenge to man.
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"'Lahiri, are you still feasting on your dream desires for a golden palace?' My guru's eyes were twinkling
like his own sapphires. 'Wake! All your earthly thirsts are about to be quenched forever.' He murmured some
mystic words of blessing. 'My son, arise. Receive your initiation into the kingdom of God through Kriya
Yoga.'
"Babaji stretched out his hand; a homa (sacrificial) fire appeared, surrounded by fruits and
flowers. I received the liberating yogic technique before this flaming altar.
"The rites were completed in the early dawn. I felt no need for sleep in my ecstatic state, and wandered
around the palace, filled on all sides with treasures and priceless objets d'art. Descending to the
gorgeous gardens, I noticed, near-by, the same caves and barren mountain ledges which yesterday had boasted
no adjacency to palace or flowered terrace.
"Reentering the palace, fabulously glistening in the cold Himalayan sunlight, I sought the presence of my
master. He was still enthroned, surrounded by many quiet disciples.
"'Lahiri, you are hungry.' Babaji added, 'Close your eyes.'
"When I reopened them, the enchanting palace and its picturesque gardens had disappeared. My own body and
the forms of Babaji and the cluster of chelas were all now seated on the bare ground at the exact site of the
vanished palace, not far from the sunlit entrances of the rocky grottos. I recalled that my guide had
remarked that the palace would be dematerialized, its captive atoms released into the thought-essence from
which it had sprung. Although stunned, I looked trustingly at my guru. I knew not what to expect next on this
day of miracles.
"'The purpose for which the palace was created has now been served,' Babaji explained. He lifted an
earthen vessel from the ground. 'Put your hand there and receive whatever food you desire.'
"As soon as I touched the broad, empty bowl, it became heaped with hot butter-fried luchis,
curry, and rare sweetmeats. I helped myself, observing that the vessel was ever-filled. At the end of my meal
I looked around for water. My guru pointed to the bowl before me. Lo! the food had vanished; in its place was
water, clear as from a mountain stream.
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"'Few mortals know that the kingdom of God includes the kingdom of mundane fulfillments,' Babaji observed.
'The divine realm extends to the earthly, but the latter, being illusory, cannot include the essence of
reality.'
"'Beloved guru, last night you demonstrated for me the link of beauty in heaven and earth!' I smiled at
memories of the vanished palace; surely no simple yogi had ever received initiation into the august mysteries
of Spirit amidst surroundings of more impressive luxury! I gazed tranquilly at the stark contrast of the
present scene. The gaunt ground, the skyey roof, the caves offering primitive shelter-all seemed a gracious
natural setting for the seraphic saints around me.
"I sat that afternoon on my blanket, hallowed by associations of past-life realizations. My divine guru
approached and passed his hand over my head. I entered the nirbikalpa samadhi state, remaining
unbrokenly in its bliss for seven days. Crossing the successive strata of self-knowledge, I penetrated the
deathless realms of reality. All delusive limitations dropped away; my soul was fully established on the
eternal altar of the Cosmic Spirit. On the eighth day I fell at my guru's feet and implored him to keep me
always near him in this sacred wilderness.
"'My son,' Babaji said, embracing me, 'your role in this incarnation must be played on an outward stage.
Prenatally blessed by many lives of lonely meditation, you must now mingle in the world of men.
"'A deep purpose underlay the fact that you did not meet me this time until you were already a married
man, with modest business responsibilities. You must put aside your thoughts of joining our secret band in
the Himalayas; your life lies in the crowded marts, serving as an example of the ideal yogi-householder.
"'The cries of many bewildered worldly men and women have not fallen unheard on the ears of the Great
Ones,' he went on. 'You have been chosen to bring spiritual solace through Kriya Yoga to numerous
earnest seekers. The millions who are encumbered by family ties and heavy worldly duties will take new heart
from you, a householder like themselves. You must guide them to see that the highest yogic attainments are
not barred to the family man. Even in the world, the yogi who faithfully discharges his responsibilities,
without personal motive or attachment, treads the sure path of enlightenment.
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"'No necessity compels you to leave the world, for inwardly you have already sundered its every karmic
tie. Not of this world, you must yet be in it. Many years still remain during which you must conscientiously
fulfill your family, business, civic, and spiritual duties. A sweet new breath of divine hope will penetrate
the arid hearts of worldly men. From your balanced life, they will understand that liberation is dependent on
inner, rather than outer, renunciations.'
"How remote seemed my family, the office, the world, as I listened to my guru in the high Himalayan
solitudes. Yet adamantine truth rang in his words; I submissively agreed to leave this blessed haven of
peace. Babaji instructed me in the ancient rigid rules which govern the transmission of the yogic art from
guru to disciple.
"'Bestow the
Kriya key only on qualified chelas,' Babaji said. 'He who vows to sacrifice all in
the quest of the Divine is fit to unravel the final mysteries of life through the science of meditation.'
"'Angelic guru, as you have already favored mankind by resurrecting the lost
Kriya art, will you not increase that benefit by relaxing the strict requirements for discipleship?'
I gazed beseechingly at Babaji. 'I pray that you permit me to communicate
Kriya to all seekers, even
though at first they cannot vow themselves to complete inner renunciation. The tortured men and women of the
world, pursued by the threefold suffering,
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"'Be it so. The divine wish has been expressed through you.' With these simple words, the merciful guru
banished the rigorous safeguards that for ages had hidden Kriya from the world. 'Give Kriya
freely to all who humbly ask for help.'
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"After a silence, Babaji added, 'Repeat to each of your disciples this majestic
promise from the
Bhagavad Gita: "
Swalpamasya dharmasya, trayata mahato bhoyat"-"Even a
little bit of the practice of this religion will save you from dire fears and colossal sufferings."'
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"As I knelt the next morning at my guru's feet for his farewell blessing, he sensed my deep reluctance to
leave him.
"'There is no separation for us, my beloved child.' He touched my shoulder affectionately. 'Wherever you
are, whenever you call me, I shall be with you instantly.'
"Consoled by his wondrous promise, and rich with the newly found gold of
God-wisdom, I wended my way down the mountain. At the office I was welcomed by my fellow employees, who for
ten days had thought me lost in the Himalayan jungles. A letter soon arrived from the head office.
"'Lahiri should return to the Danapur
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"Interest gleamed in every eye; it was no wonder that the group was eager to behold a saint materialized
in such a strange way. Half-reluctantly, I asked for a quiet room and two new woolen blankets.
"'The master will materialize from the ether,' I said. 'Remain silently outside the door; I shall soon
call you.'
"I sank into the meditative state, humbly summoning my guru. The darkened room soon filled with a dim
aural moonlight; the luminous figure of Babaji emerged.
"'Lahiri, do you call me for a trifle?' The master's gaze was stern. 'Truth is for earnest seekers, not
for those of idle curiosity. It is easy to believe when one sees; there is nothing then to deny. Supersensual
truth is deserved and discovered by those who overcome their natural materialistic skepticism.' He added
gravely, 'Let me go!'
"I fell entreatingly at his feet. 'Holy guru, I realize my serious error; I humbly ask pardon. It was to
create faith in these spiritually blinded minds that I ventured to call you. Because you have graciously
appeared at my prayer, please do not depart without bestowing a blessing on my friends. Unbelievers though
they be, at least they were willing to investigate the truth of my strange assertions.'
"'Very well; I will stay awhile. I do not wish your word discredited before your
friends.' Babaji's face had softened, but he added gently, 'Henceforth, my son, I shall come when you need
me, and not always when you call me.
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"Babaji advanced smilingly and motioned to each one to touch the warm, solid
flesh of his body. Doubts dispelled, my friends prostrated themselves on the floor in awed repentance.
"'Let
halua
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"The scene was a Kumbha Mela at Allahabad," Lahiri Mahasaya told his disciples. "I had gone there
during a short vacation from my office duties. As I wandered amidst the throng of monks and sadhus who had
come from great distances to attend the holy festival, I noticed an ash-smeared ascetic who was holding a
begging bowl. The thought arose in my mind that the man was hypocritical, wearing the outward symbols of
renunciation without a corresponding inward grace.
"No sooner had I passed the ascetic than my astounded eye fell on Babaji. He was kneeling in front of a
matted-haired anchorite.
"'Guruji!' I hastened to his side. 'Sir, what are you doing here?'
"'I am washing the feet of this renunciate, and then I shall clean his cooking utensils.' Babaji smiled at
me like a little child; I knew he was intimating that he wanted me to criticize no one, but to see the Lord
as residing equally in all body-temples, whether of superior or inferior men. The great guru added, 'By
serving wise and ignorant sadhus, I am learning the greatest of virtues, pleasing to God above all
others-humility.'"