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.
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 a yogi.
Their mutual love, tranquil and dignified, never expressed itself frivolously.His hair was long and somewhat curly, and his face bearded. of Indian culture have long been a search for ultimate verities and the concomitant disciple-guru 1 relationship.His body was muscularly firm, but slender and well-formed, and his step energetic. Pratt for her long editorial labors over the manuscript of this book. My own path led me to a Christlike sage whose beautiful life was chiseled for the ages.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. I find my earliest memories covering the anachronistic features of a previous incarnation.Clear recollections came to me of a distant life, a yogi 2 amidst the Himalayan snows.
Every person who knew him, whether of his own community or not, held him in the highest esteem.