"Father, there is little to tell." She spread her graceful hands in a deprecatory gesture. "My consciousness has never associated itself with this temporary body. Before I came on this earth, Father, 'I was the same.' As a little girl, 'I was the same.' I grew into womanhood, but still 'I was the same.' When the family in which I had been born made arrangements to have this body married, 'I was the same... And, Father, in front of you now, 'I am the same.' Ever afterward, though the dance of creation change[s] around me in the hall of eternity, 'I shall be the same.'"


Paramahansa Yogananda, Autobiography of a Yogi, Chapter 45 - By another guru


Father, there is little to tell. She spread her graceful hands in a deprecatory gesture. My consciousness has never associated itself with this...

Father, there is little to tell. She spread her graceful hands in a deprecatory gesture. My consciousness has never associated itself with this...

Father, there is little to tell. She spread her graceful hands in a deprecatory gesture. My consciousness has never associated itself with this...

Father, there is little to tell. She spread her graceful hands in a deprecatory gesture. My consciousness has never associated itself with this...