Through the hours when Swamiji was having open-heart surgical procedure, I led a prayer vigil within the temple of the Ananda Sacramento neighborhood the place I lived. A couple of others joined me, however largely I prayed alone.
Swamiji was in a hospital close by, and afterward, I needed to go see him. Every time I attempted, nevertheless, so many others have been there earlier than me that I couldn’t get in.
When he acquired out of the hospital, he got here to our neighborhood to relaxation for a couple of days earlier than returning to Ananda village. The operation was a significant one; that they had positioned a synthetic valve in his coronary heart.
Earlier than I may inform Swamji concerning the prayer vigil, or how disenchanted I used to be not to have the ability to see him sooner, he requested to talk to me.
“I’m sorry you weren’t capable of go to me within the hospital,” he stated. “However I felt your love.”
Swamiji was so weak and in a lot ache he may barely communicate above a whisper, but he used the little vitality he needed to reassure me. Individuals all around the world had been praying for him, and nonetheless, within the midst of it, he sensed my tiny consciousness. I used to be so moved, I couldn’t reply.
~ From Lalita ~
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