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第八十章 Rama Is Raised From The Dead
Sri Yukteswar was expounding the Christian scriptures one sunny morning on the balcony of his Serampore hermitage。
Sri Yukteswar read the marvelous story of Lazarusresurrection。At its conclusion Master fell into a long silence。
“I too was privileged to behold a similar miracle。”My guru fnally spoke with solemn unction。
“Lahiri Mahasaya resurrected one of my friends from the dead。”
My friend Rama was suddenly contracted the disease of Asiatic cholera。As our master never objected to the services of physicians at times of serious illness，two specialists were summoned。Amidst the frantic rush of ministering to the stricken man，I was deeply praying to Lahiri Mahasaya for help。I hurried to his home and sobbed out the story。
‘The doctors are seeing Rama。He will be well。’My guru smiled jovially。
‘He cannot last more than one or two hours，’one of the physicians told me with a gesture of despair。Once more I hastened to Lahiri Mahasaya。
‘The doctors are conscientious men。I am sure Rama will be well。’The master dismissed me blithely。
At Rama‘s place I found both doctors gone。One had left me a note：’We have done our best，but his case is hopeless。
Rama roused himself to cry out：
‘Yukteswar，run to Master and tell him I am gone。Ask him to bless my body before its last rites。’With these words Rama sighed heavily and gave up the ghost。
I trudged back to my guru。
‘How is Rama now？’Lahiri Mahasayas face was wreathed in smiles。
‘Sir，you will soon see how he is，’I blurted out emotionally。‘In a few hours you will see his body，before it is carried to the crematory grounds。’I broke down and moaned openly。
‘Yukteswar sit calmly and meditate。’My guru retired into samadhi。The afternoon and night passed in unbroken silence；I struggled unsuccessfully to regain an inner composure。
At dawn Lahiri Mahasaya glanced at me consolingly。‘I see you are still disturbed。Why didn’t you explain yesterday that you expected me to give Rama tangible aid in the form of some medicine？‘The master pointed to a cup-shaped lamp containing crude castor oil。’Fill a little bottle from the lamp；put seven drops into Rama‘s mouth。’
‘Sir，’I remonstrated，‘he has been dead since yesterday noon。Of what use is the oil now？’
‘Never mind；just do as I ask。’
As the seventh drop touched his cold lips，Rama shivered violently。His muscles vibrated from head to foot as he sat up wonderingly。
‘I saw Lahiri Mahasaya in a blaze of light，’he cried。‘He shone like the sun。Arise；forsake your sleep，’he commanded me。‘Come with Yukteswar to see me。’
I could scarcely believe my eyes when Rama dressed himself and was strong enough after that fatal sickness to walk to the home of our guru。There he prostrated himself before Lahiri Mahasaya with tears of gratitude。
‘Guruji，I don’t understand；please point out the nature of my error。
In a voice resounding with joy，my guru added，‘Always know that the inexhaustible Paramatman can heal anyone，doctor or no doctor。’
“Sir，”One man said，“why did your guru use castor oil？”
“Child，giving the oil had no meaning except that I expected something material and Lahiri Mahasaya chose the near-by oil as an objective symbol for awakening my greater faith。The master allowed Rama to die，because I had partially doubted。But the divine guru knew that inasmuch as he had said the disciple would be well，the healing must take place，even though he had to cure Rama of death，a disease usually fnal！”
Sri Yukteswar dismissed the little group，and motioned me to a blanket seat at his feet。
“Yogananda，”he said with unusual gravity，you have been surrounded from birth by direct disciples of Lahiri Mahasaya。The great master lived his sublime life in partial seclusion，and steadfastly refused to permit his followers to build any organization around his teachings。He made，nevertheless，a signifcant prediction。
‘About ffty years after my passing，’he said，‘my life will be written because of a deep interest in yoga which the West will manifest。The yogic message will encirclethe globe，and aid in establishing that brotherhood of man which results from direct perception of the One Father。’
“My son Yogananda，”Sri Yukteswar went on，“you must do your part in spreading that message，and in writing that sacred life。”
Fifty years after Lahiri Mahasayas passing in 1895 culminated in 194，the year of completion of this present book。I cannot but be struck by the coincidence that the year 1945 has also ushered in a new age-the era of revolutionary atomic energies。All thoughtful minds turn as never before to the urgent problems of peace and brotherhood，lest the continued use of physical force banish all men along with the problems。
Very scanty information about the life of Lahiri Mahasaya and his universal doctrine has ever appeared in print。
Nothing but one or two small pamphlets in English has been written on the gurus life。One biography in Bengali，Sri Sri Shyama Charan Lahiri Mahasaya，appeared in 1941.It was written by my disciple，Swami Satyananda，who for many years has been the acharya（spiritual preceptor）at our Vidyalaya in Ranchi。I have translated a few passages from his book and have incorporated them into this section devoted to Lahiri Mahasaya。
It was into a pious Brahmin family of ancient lineage that Lahiri Mahasaya was born September 3，1828.His birthplace was the village of Ghurni in the Nadia district near Krishnagar，Bengal。He was the youngest son of Muktakashi，the second wife of the esteemed Gaur Mohan Lahiri。（His frst wife，after the birth of three sons，had died during a pilgrimage。）The boys mother passed away during his childhood；little about her is known except the revealing fact that she was an ardent devotee of Lord Shiva，
scripturally designated as the“King of Yogis”。
The boy Lahiri，whose given name was Shyama Charan，spent his early years in the ancestral home at Nadia。At the age of three or four he was often observed sitting under the sands in the posture of a yogi，his body completely hidden except for the head。
The Lahiri estate was destroyed in the winter of 183，when the near-by Jalangi River changed its course and disappeared into the depths of the Ganges。One of the Shiva temples founded by the Lahiris went into the river along with the family home。A devotee rescued the stone image of Lord Shiva from the swirling waters and placed it in a new temple，now well-known as the Ghurni Shiva Site。
Gaur Mohan Lahiri and his family left Nadia and became residents of Benares，where the father immediately erected a Shiva temple。
The boy Lahiri took lessons in Hindi and Urdu in Benares study-groups。He attendeda school conducted by Joy Narayan Ghosal，receiving instruction in Sanskrit，Bengali，French，and English。
In 1846 Shyama Charan Lahiri was married to Srimati Kashi Moni，daughter of Sri Debnarayan Sanyal。Two saintly sons，Tincouri and Ducouri，blessed the union。
At the age of 2，in 185，Lahiri Mahasaya took the post of accountant in the Military Engineering Department of the English government。He received many promotions during the time of his service。Thus not only was he a master before Gods eyes，but also a success in the little human drama where he played his given role as an offce worker in the world。
After the death of his father，Lahiri had to assume the entire responsibility of his family，for whom he bought a quiet residence in the Garudeswar Mohulla neighborhood of Benares。
It was in his thirty-third year that Lahiri Mahasaya saw fulfllment of the purpose for which he had been reincarnated on earth。The ash-hidden fame，long smouldering，received its opportunity to burst into fame。A divine decree，resting beyond the gaze of human beings，works mysteriously to bring all things into outer manifestation at the proper time。He met his great guru，Babaji，near Ranikhet，and was initiated by him into Kriya Yoga。
Sri Yukteswar read the marvelous story of Lazarusresurrection。At its conclusion Master fell into a long silence。
“I too was privileged to behold a similar miracle。”My guru fnally spoke with solemn unction。
“Lahiri Mahasaya resurrected one of my friends from the dead。”
My friend Rama was suddenly contracted the disease of Asiatic cholera。As our master never objected to the services of physicians at times of serious illness，two specialists were summoned。Amidst the frantic rush of ministering to the stricken man，I was deeply praying to Lahiri Mahasaya for help。I hurried to his home and sobbed out the story。
‘The doctors are seeing Rama。He will be well。’My guru smiled jovially。
‘He cannot last more than one or two hours，’one of the physicians told me with a gesture of despair。Once more I hastened to Lahiri Mahasaya。
‘The doctors are conscientious men。I am sure Rama will be well。’The master dismissed me blithely。
At Rama‘s place I found both doctors gone。One had left me a note：’We have done our best，but his case is hopeless。
Rama roused himself to cry out：
‘Yukteswar，run to Master and tell him I am gone。Ask him to bless my body before its last rites。’With these words Rama sighed heavily and gave up the ghost。
I trudged back to my guru。
‘How is Rama now？’Lahiri Mahasayas face was wreathed in smiles。
‘Sir，you will soon see how he is，’I blurted out emotionally。‘In a few hours you will see his body，before it is carried to the crematory grounds。’I broke down and moaned openly。
‘Yukteswar sit calmly and meditate。’My guru retired into samadhi。The afternoon and night passed in unbroken silence；I struggled unsuccessfully to regain an inner composure。
At dawn Lahiri Mahasaya glanced at me consolingly。‘I see you are still disturbed。Why didn’t you explain yesterday that you expected me to give Rama tangible aid in the form of some medicine？‘The master pointed to a cup-shaped lamp containing crude castor oil。’Fill a little bottle from the lamp；put seven drops into Rama‘s mouth。’
‘Sir，’I remonstrated，‘he has been dead since yesterday noon。Of what use is the oil now？’
‘Never mind；just do as I ask。’
As the seventh drop touched his cold lips，Rama shivered violently。His muscles vibrated from head to foot as he sat up wonderingly。
‘I saw Lahiri Mahasaya in a blaze of light，’he cried。‘He shone like the sun。Arise；forsake your sleep，’he commanded me。‘Come with Yukteswar to see me。’
I could scarcely believe my eyes when Rama dressed himself and was strong enough after that fatal sickness to walk to the home of our guru。There he prostrated himself before Lahiri Mahasaya with tears of gratitude。
‘Guruji，I don’t understand；please point out the nature of my error。
In a voice resounding with joy，my guru added，‘Always know that the inexhaustible Paramatman can heal anyone，doctor or no doctor。’
“Sir，”One man said，“why did your guru use castor oil？”
“Child，giving the oil had no meaning except that I expected something material and Lahiri Mahasaya chose the near-by oil as an objective symbol for awakening my greater faith。The master allowed Rama to die，because I had partially doubted。But the divine guru knew that inasmuch as he had said the disciple would be well，the healing must take place，even though he had to cure Rama of death，a disease usually fnal！”
Sri Yukteswar dismissed the little group，and motioned me to a blanket seat at his feet。
“Yogananda，”he said with unusual gravity，you have been surrounded from birth by direct disciples of Lahiri Mahasaya。The great master lived his sublime life in partial seclusion，and steadfastly refused to permit his followers to build any organization around his teachings。He made，nevertheless，a signifcant prediction。
‘About ffty years after my passing，’he said，‘my life will be written because of a deep interest in yoga which the West will manifest。The yogic message will encirclethe globe，and aid in establishing that brotherhood of man which results from direct perception of the One Father。’
“My son Yogananda，”Sri Yukteswar went on，“you must do your part in spreading that message，and in writing that sacred life。”
Fifty years after Lahiri Mahasayas passing in 1895 culminated in 194，the year of completion of this present book。I cannot but be struck by the coincidence that the year 1945 has also ushered in a new age-the era of revolutionary atomic energies。All thoughtful minds turn as never before to the urgent problems of peace and brotherhood，lest the continued use of physical force banish all men along with the problems。
Very scanty information about the life of Lahiri Mahasaya and his universal doctrine has ever appeared in print。
Nothing but one or two small pamphlets in English has been written on the gurus life。One biography in Bengali，Sri Sri Shyama Charan Lahiri Mahasaya，appeared in 1941.It was written by my disciple，Swami Satyananda，who for many years has been the acharya（spiritual preceptor）at our Vidyalaya in Ranchi。I have translated a few passages from his book and have incorporated them into this section devoted to Lahiri Mahasaya。
It was into a pious Brahmin family of ancient lineage that Lahiri Mahasaya was born September 3，1828.His birthplace was the village of Ghurni in the Nadia district near Krishnagar，Bengal。He was the youngest son of Muktakashi，the second wife of the esteemed Gaur Mohan Lahiri。（His frst wife，after the birth of three sons，had died during a pilgrimage。）The boys mother passed away during his childhood；little about her is known except the revealing fact that she was an ardent devotee of Lord Shiva，
scripturally designated as the“King of Yogis”。
The boy Lahiri，whose given name was Shyama Charan，spent his early years in the ancestral home at Nadia。At the age of three or four he was often observed sitting under the sands in the posture of a yogi，his body completely hidden except for the head。
The Lahiri estate was destroyed in the winter of 183，when the near-by Jalangi River changed its course and disappeared into the depths of the Ganges。One of the Shiva temples founded by the Lahiris went into the river along with the family home。A devotee rescued the stone image of Lord Shiva from the swirling waters and placed it in a new temple，now well-known as the Ghurni Shiva Site。
Gaur Mohan Lahiri and his family left Nadia and became residents of Benares，where the father immediately erected a Shiva temple。
The boy Lahiri took lessons in Hindi and Urdu in Benares study-groups。He attendeda school conducted by Joy Narayan Ghosal，receiving instruction in Sanskrit，Bengali，French，and English。
In 1846 Shyama Charan Lahiri was married to Srimati Kashi Moni，daughter of Sri Debnarayan Sanyal。Two saintly sons，Tincouri and Ducouri，blessed the union。
At the age of 2，in 185，Lahiri Mahasaya took the post of accountant in the Military Engineering Department of the English government。He received many promotions during the time of his service。Thus not only was he a master before Gods eyes，but also a success in the little human drama where he played his given role as an offce worker in the world。
After the death of his father，Lahiri had to assume the entire responsibility of his family，for whom he bought a quiet residence in the Garudeswar Mohulla neighborhood of Benares。
It was in his thirty-third year that Lahiri Mahasaya saw fulfllment of the purpose for which he had been reincarnated on earth。The ash-hidden fame，long smouldering，received its opportunity to burst into fame。A divine decree，resting beyond the gaze of human beings，works mysteriously to bring all things into outer manifestation at the proper time。He met his great guru，Babaji，near Ranikhet，and was initiated by him into Kriya Yoga。
