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Paramahansa Yogananda

Autobiography of a Yogi, Science of Religion, Scientific Healing Affirmations

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Autobiography of a Yogi

The Science of Religion

Scientific Healing Affirmations

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PREFACE

CHAPTER: 1 My Parents and Early Life

CHAPTER: 2 My Mother's Death And The Mystic Amulet

CHAPTER: 3 The Saint With Two Bodies

CHAPTER: 4 My Interrupted Flight Toward The Himalayas

CHAPTER: 5 A "Perfume Saint" Displays His Wonders

CHAPTER: 6 The Tiger Swami

CHAPTER: 7 The Levitating Saint

CHAPTER: 8 India's Great Scientist, J.C. Bose

CHAPTER: 9 The Blissful Devotee And His Cosmic Romance

CHAPTER: 10 I Meet My Master, Sri Yukteswar

CHAPTER: 11 Two Penniless Boys In Brindaban

CHAPTER: 12 Years In My Master's Hermitage

CHAPTER: 13 The Sleepless Saint

CHAPTER: 14 An Experience In Cosmic Consciousness

CHAPTER: 15 The Cauliflower Robbery

CHAPTER: 16 Outwitting The Stars

CHAPTER: 17 Sasi And The Three Sapphires

CHAPTER: 18 A Mohammedan Wonder-Worker

CHAPTER: 19 My Master, In Calcutta, Appears In Serampore

CHAPTER: 20 We Do Not Visit Kashmir

CHAPTER: 21 We Visit Kashmir

CHAPTER: 22 The Heart Of A Stone Image

CHAPTER: 23 I Receive My University Degree

CHAPTER: 24 I Become A Monk Of The Swami Order

CHAPTER: 25 Brother Ananta And Sister Nalini

CHAPTER: 26 The Science Of Kriya Yoga

CHAPTER: 27 Founding A Yoga School At Ranchi

CHAPTER: 28 Kashi, Reborn And Rediscovered

CHAPTER: 29 Rabindranath Tagore And I Compare Schools

CHAPTER: 30 The Law Of Miracles

CHAPTER: 31 An Interview With The Sacred Mother

CHAPTER: 32 Rama Is Raised From The Dead

CHAPTER: 33 Babaji, The Yogi-Christ Of Modern India

CHAPTER: 34 Materializing A Palace In The Himalayas

CHAPTER: 35 The Christlike Life Of Lahiri Mahasaya

CHAPTER: 36 Babaji's Interest In The West

CHAPTER: 37 I Go To America

CHAPTER: 38 Luther Burbank -- A Saint Amidst The Roses

CHAPTER: 39 Therese Neumann, The Catholic Stigmatist

CHAPTER: 40 I Return To India

CHAPTER: 41 An Idyl In South India

CHAPTER: 42 Last Days With My Guru

CHAPTER: 43 The Resurrection Of Sri Yukteswar

CHAPTER: 44 With Mahatma Gandhi At Wardha

CHAPTER: 45 The Bengali "Joy-Permeated" Mother

CHAPTER: 46 The Woman Yogi Who Never Eats

CHAPTER: 47 I Return To The West

CHAPTER: 48 At Encinitas In California

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By W. Y. EVANS-WENTZ, M.A., D.Litt., D.Sc.

Jesus College, Oxford; Author of

The Tibetan Book of the Dead, Tibet's Great Yogi Milarepa, Tibetan Yoga and Secret Doctrines, etc.

The value of Yogananda's Autobiography is greatly enhanced by the fact that it is one of the few books in English about the wise men of India which has been written, not by a journalist or foreigner, but by one of their own race and training--in short, a book about yogis by a yogi. As an eyewitness recountal of the extraordinary lives and powers of modern Hindu saints, the book has importance both timely and timeless. To its illustrious author, whom I have had the pleasure of knowing both in India and America, may every reader render due appreciation and gratitude. His unusual life-document is certainly one of the most revealing of the depths of the Hindu mind and heart, and of the spiritual wealth of India, ever to be published in the West.

It has been my privilege to have met one of the sages whose life- history is herein narrated-Sri Yukteswar Giri. A likeness of the venerable saint appeared as part of the frontispiece of my Tibetan Yoga and Secret Doctrines . 1-1 It was at Puri, in Orissa, on the Bay of Bengal, that I encountered Sri Yukteswar. He was then the head of a quiet ashrama near the seashore there, and was chiefly occupied in the spiritual training of a group of youthful disciples. He expressed keen interest in the welfare of the people of the United States and of all the Americas, and of England, too, and questioned me concerning the distant activities, particularly those in California, of his chief disciple, Paramhansa Yogananda, whom he dearly loved, and whom he had sent, in 1920, as his emissary to the West.

Sri Yukteswar was of gentle mien and voice, of pleasing presence, and worthy of the veneration which his followers spontaneously accorded to him. Every person who knew him, whether of his own community or not, held him in the highest esteem. I vividly recall his tall, straight, ascetic figure, garbed in the saffron-colored garb of one who has renounced worldly quests, as he stood at the entrance of the hermitage to give me welcome. His hair was long and somewhat curly, and his face bearded. His body was muscularly firm, but slender and well-formed, and his step energetic. He had chosen as his place of earthly abode the holy city of Puri, whither multitudes of pious Hindus, representative of every province of India, come daily on pilgrimage to the famed Temple of Jagannath, "Lord of the World." It was at Puri that Sri Yukteswar closed his mortal eyes, in 1936, to the scenes of this transitory state of being and passed on, knowing that his incarnation had been carried to a triumphant completion. I am glad, indeed, to be able to record this testimony to the high character and holiness of Sri Yukteswar. Content to remain afar from the multitude, he gave himself unreservedly and in tranquillity to that ideal life which Paramhansa Yogananda, his disciple, has now described for the ages. W. Y. EVANS-WENTZ

1-1:Oxford University Press, 1935.

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The characteristic features of Indian culture have long been a search for ultimate verities and the concomitant disciple-guru 1-2 relationship. My own path led me to a Christlike sage whose beautiful life was chiseled for the ages. He was one of the great masters who are India's sole remaining wealth. Emerging in every generation, they have bulwarked their land against the fate of Babylon and Egypt.

I find my earliest memories covering the anachronistic features of a previous incarnation. Clear recollections came to me of a distant life, a yogi 1-3 amidst the Himalayan snows. These glimpses of the past, by some dimensionless link, also afforded me a glimpse of the future.

The helpless humiliations of infancy are not banished from my mind. I was resentfully conscious of not being able to walk or express myself freely. Prayerful surges arose within me as I realized my bodily impotence. My strong emotional life took silent form as words in many languages. Among the inward confusion of tongues, my ear gradually accustomed itself to the circumambient Bengali syllables of my people. The beguiling scope of an infant's mind! adultly considered limited to toys and toes.

Psychological ferment and my unresponsive body brought me to many obstinate crying-spells. I recall the general family bewilderment at my distress. Happier memories, too, crowd in on me: my mother's caresses, and my first attempts at lisping phrase and toddling step. These early triumphs, usually forgotten quickly, are yet a natural basis of self-confidence.

My far-reaching memories are not unique. Many yogis are known to have retained their self-consciousness without interruption by the dramatic transition to and from "life" and "death." If man be solely a body, its loss indeed places the final period to identity. But if prophets down the millenniums spake with truth, man is essentially of incorporeal nature. The persistent core of human egoity is only temporarily allied with sense perception.