Autobiography of a Yogi (Self-Realization Fellowship)

mother once tried to frighten me with an appalling story of a ghost in a dark chamber. I went

“What has life or death to do with light? In the image of My light I have made you. The relativities of life and death belong to the cosmic dream. Behold your dreamless being! Awake, My child, awake!”

“He is a fool that cannot conceal his wisdom,”

“Keen intelligence is two-edged,” Master once remarked in reference to Kumar’s brilliant mind. “It may be used constructively or destructively, like a knife, either to cut the boil of ignorance, or to decapitate oneself. Intelligence is rightly guided only after the mind has acknowledged the inescapability of spiritual law.”

“By calmness,” my guru said, “try to feel the thoughts behind the confusion of men’s verbiage.”

Just as cinematic images appear to be real but are only combinations of light and shade, so is the universal variety a delusive seeming.

Free from matter-consciousness, free from the three dimensions of space and the fourth dimension of time, a master transfers his body of light with equal ease over or through the light rays of earth, water, fire, and air.

“The world is full of uneasy believers in an outward security. Their bitter thoughts are like scars on their foreheads. The One who gave us air and milk from our first breath knows how to provide day by day for His devotees.”

The rejuvenating effects of sleep are due to man’s temporary unawareness of body and breathing. The sleeping man becomes a yogi;