Throughout the hours when Swamiji was having open-heart surgical procedure, I led a prayer vigil within the temple of the Ananda Sacramento group the place I lived. Just a few others joined me, however principally I prayed alone.

Swamiji was in a hospital close by, and afterward, I wished to go see him. Every time I attempted, nevertheless, so many others had been there earlier than me that I couldn’t get in.

When he acquired out of the hospital, he got here to our group to relaxation for just a few days earlier than returning to Ananda village. The operation was a significant one; they’d positioned a synthetic valve in his coronary heart.

Earlier than I might 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 in a position to go to me within the hospital,” he stated. “However I felt your love.”

Swamiji was so weak and in a lot ache he might barely converse 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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