Vivian vande velde autobiography of a yogi

Materializing a Palace in the Himalayas The Christlike Life of Lahiri Mahasaya I Go to America Luther Burbank — An American Saint Therese Neumann, the Catholic Stigmatist of Bavaria I Return to India An Idyl in South India Last Days with my Guru The Resurrection of Sri Yukteswar With Mahatma Gandhi at Wardha I Return to the West At Encinitas in California.

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Toggle the table of contents. Children's literature, speculative fiction. Brother Ananta and Sister Nalini. The Science of Kriya Yoga. Founding a Yoga School at Ranchi. Kashi Reborn and Rediscovered. An Idyl in South India. Last Days with my Guru. The Resurrection of Sri Yukteswar. With Mahatma Gandhi at Wardha. At Encinitas in California. Chapter 49 The Years So after the initial celebration, we were very busy filling the big backlog of orders that had accumulated.

Sister Shila and I wrapped many copies, stamped the packages, and got them all ready. Then we brought the car around, opening the trunk and all of the doors. When the car had been completely filled, we drove the parcels of books down to the main post office in Los Angeles. We were delighted: At last Autobiography of a Yogi was going to be available to people everywhere!

Shortly after I entered the ashram in , Paramahansaji spoke with a couple of us on the verandah of the Administration Building at Mt. He remarked to us that God told him he was to write certain books during his lifetime; and when those books were finished, his mission on earth would be over. Autobiography of a Yogi was one of those books. When the Autobiography first came out, I read it from cover to cover in a day, or two — how wonderful and inspiring!

To date we have seen only the tip of the iceberg. When I met Paramahansa Yogananda in I was nine years old. In I read his copy of Autobiography of a Yogi , which Paramahansaji had given him. My father was very unassuming and never tried to influence others with his own beliefs. As a result, he never even showed me the book — I came across it accidentally.

It took me a while to read it — I was quite young and the book contained some rather large words! But from the beginning, Autobiography of a Yogi has been a haven for me, a healing balm for my soul Above all, Autobiography of a Yogi shows that it is possible for us to know God. I remember my first Christmas in the ashram in Autobiography of a Yogi was completed, and Paramahansaji gave copies to all of us.

How uplifted we had been hearing him recount many of those same events personally, and through this book all can share in that. I vividly recall when Autobiography of a Yogi was first released. Some time later I asked Paramahansaji if he would write a little thought in my copy. Though I would not have known where to go in the book to find it, it leaps off the page when I need to see it.

I was in my early teens when I spent a summer vacation with an aunt and uncle in the suburbs of Winterthur, one of the larger cities in Switzerland. My uncle was a musician, a member of a symphony orchestra. He too was on vacation, which he spent working in his large garden. I helped him. He told me of Buddha and how he had reached this blessed state, and other saints, which kindled in me a deep desire to follow their example.

I remember how I used to walk around repeating inwardly again and again: illumination, illumination. I asked my uncle how one could achieve that state, but the only thing he could say was that one has to meditate. He said that one has to have a guru who could teach everything. When I expressed my great desire to meet one, he just shook his head and smiled.

So I began to pray for a guru. But nothing happened. By then, I had given up my interest in Hindu philosophy, since it seemed hopeless that I could find a guru. I embarked on a career in art, and after three years I was invited to go to the United States to study with Frank Lloyd Wright, the famous architect. During my first week in America, I visited an uncle who had emigrated to this country in the s.

During a conversation he mentioned Hindu philosophy. When I told him that I had been interested in this subject years earlier, his face lit up and he took me to his private study and showed me Autobiography of a Yogi. He is a true master! To think of it, all these years when I had been longing for a guru, my uncle had known a master and his teachings!

I hungrily read the book. That was the first miracle. Frank Lloyd Wright too had written an autobiography, but I had tried in vain to read the first couple of pages. It took me a whole additional year of learning English before I was able to read that book. Yet I had been able to read Autobiography of a Yogi from cover to cover. I knew in my heart that I had found what I wanted, and made up my mind to study the teachings of Paramahansa Yogananda and find God.

It was some months later, after I had learned more English, that I was able to make a trip to Los Angeles, hoping to see the Master.

Vivian vande velde autobiography of a yogi

As I entered the grounds of the Mother Center, I felt an overwhelming peace, like nothing I had ever experienced anywhere before. I knew I stood on holy ground. It was the first time I would see him face to face. It was an unforgettable experience. After the service, the Master sat on a chair and most of the congregation went up to greet him.

Finally when I stood before him, he took my hand in his and I looked into those deep luminous tender eyes. No word was spoken. But I felt an indescribable joy coming into me through his hand and eyes. I left the temple and walked in a daze along Sunset Boulevard. I tottered like a drunkard. People on the sidewalk turned and stared; and those walking toward me moved off to the side, shaking their heads in disgust over what they assumed was public drunkenness on Sunday morning.

I had never been so happy in my life. A monastic disciple of Paramahansa Yogananda for more than thirty-five years, Self-Realization Fellowship minister Brother Premamoy was responsible for the spiritual training of young monks of the SRF monastic communities until his passing in To them he recounted this story. Brother Premamoy was born in Slovenia.

Because of his family connections with royalty and others of influence, after the Communist takeover of his native land at the end of World War II he was forced to flee. In , the U. Department of State invited him to immigrate to America.