The Mahasamadhi of a World Teacher, March 7, 1952.
The last photograph of Yoganandaji, taken a few minutes before his death, shows the Ambassador's wife pranaming to him as he rose from his seat to go to the speaker's stand.
By that last beautiful gesture, an Indian woman symbolized the respect of her nation for the man who, more than any other son of India, made the perennial wisdom of the rishis known and loved in the West.
A letter from the Mortuary Director of Forest Lawn Memorial Park, one of America's largest and most beautiful cemeteries, testifies that Yoganandaji's body remained "in a phenomenal state of immutability".
For weeks after the Master's passing, his unchanged face shone with the divine luster of incorruptibility. The beautiful phenomena attending Paramahansaji's death have roused world interest in the soul-revealing possibilities of yoga.
"Where Ganges, woods, Himalayan caves and men dream God-
I am hallowed, my body touched that sod"
With these last words, from his poem"My India", Paramahansaji slid to the floor, a beatific smile on his face. He had often said." I do not wish to die in bed, but with my boots on, speaking of God and India" - from , Paramahansa Yogananda In Memoriam
Master or Gurudev Paramhansa je said -
Though we may seem divided by race,
creed, colour, class, and political prejudices, still, as children of the one
God we are able in our souls to feel brotherhood and world unity.
May we work
for the creation of a United World in which every nation will be a useful part,
guided by God through man’s enlightened conscience.
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