Articles in the Stories of Grace Category
There I was just another speck of humanity, unnoticed and left alone on the corner of 39th street and 6th Avenue in New York City, having a divine experience that profoundly changed my life. From that moment on, calmness descended upon me, and I knew that every minute of my life had unfolded perfectly.
Dear Swamiji, I love you, and will miss you! But I’ll carry your words with me, which you said when I asked how I could serve Master better: “Love him with all your heart. Don’t worry about the details — the love, that’s the important part.” Nabha Cosley, Ananda Village
Beloved, we have come to a place together, where it is very difficult to leave Your presence. How difficult it was, at the beginning of this journal, to hold You for very long. You have made Yourself so delightfully delicious to me that I do not want to withdraw from You. It is easier to will myself into Your presence than it is to will myself out of it, once in.
I had been attending yoga classes for about two years when three men in dark suits appeared one day and arrested our teacher. Everyone knew that someone from the class had betrayed him by reporting him to the KGB. Later we learned that our teacher had been arrested for distributing the yoga literature he had translated.
Inwardly I asked Yogananda whether I should try hang gliding and was surprised to feel his stamp of approval in my heart. I tried to visualize myself hang gliding high above the ground—and the fear returned. Nevertheless, I decided to try it.
Millions of people saw the stigmata and witnessed Therese’s weekly visions of Christ’s passion and death, among them, Paramhansa Yogananda in 1935. Yogananda later revealed that Therese had been Mary Magdalene in a past life, and for this reason, was blessed with Christ’s wounds and the weekly visions.
In India, there once lived a God-loving saint and his wife. Continually he would ask himself whether he loved anything more than God.
For us, Gurupod’s visit was a thrilling message from God.
Bernadette Soubirous emerged as a visionary at a time of growing nineteenth century religious skepticism. Many believed that the new scientific age would sweep away religion “like cobwebs in a musty closet.”
I never wanted to go to India. But I felt my Guru, Paramhansa Yogananda, guiding me to go on the Ananda pilgrimage in October 2006.
I found this path twenty-five years ago and immediately felt a kinship with the disciples I met at Ananda Village and elsewhere. I give thanks every day for my gurubhais because I know I am not strong enough to fight the spiritual battle alone.
Spiritual healing worked for me when nothing else did. From my own experience, I know that strong willpower coupled with dynamic faith in the Guru can accomplish just about anything.