in his single head,-is but a pair of spectacles behind which there is no eye.”
CHAPTER: 36
BABAJI’S INTEREST IN THE WEST
“Master, did you ever meet Babaji?”
It was a calm summer night in Serampore; the large stars of the tropics gleamed over our heads as I sat by Sri Yukteswar’s side on the second-story balcony of the hermitage.
“Yes.” Master smiled at my direct question; his eyes lit with reverence. “Three times
in his single head,-is but a pair of spectacles behind which there is no eye.”
CHAPTER: 36
BABAJI’S INTEREST IN THE WEST
“Master, did you ever meet Babaji?”
It was a calm summer night in Serampore; the large stars of the tropics gleamed over our heads as I sat by Sri Yukteswar’s side on the second-story balcony of the hermitage.
“Yes.” Master smiled at my direct question; his eyes lit with reverence. “Three times
