One of the most urgent needs in the world today is for the major religions to be presented from a perspective of the truths they have in common, and not of the teachings which, their proponents insist, make them unique.
From a talk at the celebration of Paramhansa Yogananda’s Mahasamadhi in New Delhi, India, March 12, 2006
Edgar Cayce, the famous American seer, said that he saw many people in his lifetime who had been with Jesus. For all of them, even those who didn’t have close contact, that single experience shaped all of their subsequent incarnations.
To flow with life means being able to adapt to everything that happens. When you live at your center, you can flow with life.
This extraordinary book of nearly 250 letters from Swami Kriyananda, written between the mid-1970s and the present, responds to practically any concern a spiritual seeker might have.
AWAKE! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan’s Turret in a Noose of Light.
We’re here this evening to pay homage to the life of one of God’s children—an enlightened being with the humility of a child who was one we call "Master." We use this word not in the sense of our being his servants, but because he was master of himself.
I arrived in Los Angeles on the morning of Saturday, September 11, 1948, exhausted from my long journey. There I took advantage of the first opportunity I’d had in four days to shave and bathe, then continued by bus one hundred miles south to Encinitas, the little coastal town where, as I had read, Yogananda had his hermitage. In the fervor of first reading it had somehow eluded me that he had founded a world-wide organization.
Thirty-five years ago this month, I wrote a very special song, one that has remained for many people a favorite among my compositions. I still recall repeatedly wiping away the tears that I might see to write. It was a carol, and I gave it the name, "The Christmas Mystery." The refrain went:
It would be relatively easy to control the mind, were our conscious thought processes all we had to deal with. Unfortunately for this wished-for ease, the conscious mind is only the tip of a vast iceberg of consciousness. Buried in the subconscious, too deep even for conscious recognition, is a vast realm of unfulfilled desires and unresolved tendencies, which often militate against anything we try consciously to undertake.