He had chosen as his place of earthly abode the holy city of Puri, whither multitudes of pious Hindus, representative of every province of India, come daily on pilgrimage to the famed Temple of Jagannath, “Lord of the World.” It was at Puri that Sri Yukteswar closed his mortal eyes, in 1936, to the scenes of this transitory state of being and passed on, knowing that his incarnation had been carried to a triumphant completion.
His body was muscularly firm, but slender and well-formed, and his step energetic. His hair was long and somewhat curly, and his face bearded. I vividly recall his tall, straight, ascetic figure, garbed in the saffron-colored garb of one who has renounced worldly quests, as he stood at the entrance of the hermitage to give me welcome. Every person who knew him, whether of his own community or not, held him in the highest esteem. Sri Yukteswar was of gentle mien and voice, of pleasing presence, and worthy of the veneration which his followers spontaneously accorded to him. He expressed keen interest in the welfare of the people of the United States and of all the Americas, and of England, too, and questioned me concerning the distant activities, particularly those in California, of his chief disciple, Paramhansa Yogananda, whom he dearly loved, and whom he had sent, in 1920, as his emissary to the West. He was then the head of a quiet a āshrama near the seashore there, and was chiefly occupied in the spiritual training of a group of youthful disciples. 1 It was at Puri, in Orissa, on the Bay of Bengal, that I encountered Sri Yukteswar. A likeness of the venerable saint appeared as part of the frontispiece of my Tibetan Yoga and Secret Doctrines. It has been my privilege to have met one of the sages whose life-history is herein narrated-Sri Yukteswar Giri. His unusual life-document is certainly one of the most revealing of the depths of the Hindu mind and heart, and of the spiritual wealth of India, ever to be published in the West. To its illustrious author, whom I have had the pleasure of knowing both in India and America, may every reader render due appreciation and gratitude. As an eyewitness recountal of the extraordinary lives and powers of modern Hindu saints, the book has importance both timely and timeless. T he value of Yogananda’s Autobiography is greatly enhanced by the fact that it is one of the few books in English about the wise men of India which has been written, not by a journalist or foreigner, but by one of their own race and training-in short, a book about yogis by a yogi. Let's hope he (and later on Aubrey) won't be a stranger in future -the fans must be served.By W. Cliffhanger sort of finale with the heralded return of Shemar Moore was icing on the cake, perhaps a bit hokey in emphasizing the charisma of the beloved co-star of yesteryear (his extended walk-off as if heading down a Men's Fashion Week runway) but satisfying nonetheless.
This made for exciting television, and was less claustrophobic than their initial face-off, enhanced by the fantasy world of a glamorous tete a tete dinner provided by imaginative director/series honcho Glenn Kershaw. Just as she did a year ago, Aubrey is memorable in her cat & mouse interplay with hero Gubler, a riveting 2-person acting ensemble worthy of showing in actors' classes for analysis and insight into how great performing can be adapted to the Boob Tube. Return of psychopath Cat Adams as brilliantly played by Aubrey Plaza is an occasion for fans of the long- running hit to rejoice.
IMDb needs to implement a screening algorithm to combat fake voting by trolls, as evidenced by the numerous lowest rating (1) applied to this fabulous "Criminal Minds" episode.
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