{FN18-2} My father later told me that his company, the Bengal-Nagpur Railway, had been one of the firms victimized by Afzal Khan. {FN18-3} I do not recall the name of Sri Yukteswar’s friend, and must refer to him simply as “Babu” (Mister). CHAPTER: 19 MY MASTER, IN CALCUTTA, APPEARS IN SERAMPORE “I am often beset by atheistic doubts. Yet a torturing surmise sometimes haunts me: may not untapped soul possibilities exist? Is man not missing his real destiny if he fails to explore them?” These remarks of Dijen Babu, my roommate at the PANTHI boardinghouse, were called forth by my invitation that he meet my guru. “Sri Yukteswarji will initiate you into KRIYA YOGA,” I replied. “It calms the dualistic turmoil by a divine inner certainty.” That evening Dijen accompanied me to the hermitage. In Master’s presence my friend received such spiritual peace that he was soon a constant visitor. The trivial preoccupations of daily life are not enough for man; wisdom too is a native hunger. In Sri Yukteswar’s words Dijen found an incentive to those attempts-first painful, then effortlessly liberating-to locate a realer self within his bosom than the humiliating ego of a temporary birth, seldom ample enough for the Spirit. As Dijen and I were both pursuing the A.B. course at Serampore College, we got into the habit of walking together to the ashram as soon as classes were over. We would often see Sri Yukteswar standing on his second-floor balcony, welcoming our approach with a smile. One afternoon Kanai, a young hermitage resident, met Dijen and me at the door with disappointing news. “Master is not here; he was summoned to Calcutta by an urgent note.” The following day I received a post card from my guru. “I shall leave Calcutta Wednesday morning,” he had written. “You and Dijen meet the nine o’clock train at Serampore station.” About eight-thirty on Wednesday morning, a telepathic message from Sri Yukteswar flashed insistently to my mind: “I am delayed; don’t meet the nine o’clock train.” I conveyed the latest instructions to Dijen, who was already dressed for departure. “You and your intuition!” My friend’s voice was edged in scorn. “I prefer to trust Master’s written word.” I shrugged my shoulders and seated myself with quiet finality. Muttering angrily, Dijen made for the door and closed it noisily behind him. As the room was rather dark, I moved nearer to the window overlooking the street. The scant sunlight suddenly increased to an intense brilliancy in which the iron-barred window completely vanished. Against this dazzling background appeared the clearly materialized figure of Sri Yukteswar!