Yogananda, Paramahansa, 1893-1952; Yogis -- India -- Biography
“Help, swami, help!” he cried. “I am on fire! Forgive my wicked
test!”
The great yogi broke his habitual silence. “Scoffer,” he said,
“you did not realize when you offered me poison that my life is
one with your own. Except for my knowledge that God is present in
my stomach, as in every atom of creation, the lime would have killed
me. Now that you know the divine meaning of boomerang, never again
play tricks on anyone.”
The well-purged sinner, healed by Trailanga’s words, slunk feebly
away.
The reversal of pain was not due to any volition of the master,
but came about through unerring application of the law of justice
which upholds creation’s farthest swinging orb. Men of God-realization
like Trailanga allow the divine law to operate instantaneously;
they have banished forever all thwarting crosscurrents of ego.
The automatic adjustments of righteousness, often paid in an unexpected
coin as in the case of Trailanga and his would be murderer, assuage
our hasty indignance at human injustice. “Vengeance is mine;
I will repay, saith the Lord.” {FN31-5} What need for man’s brief
resources? the universe duly conspires for retribution. Dull minds
discredit the possibility of divine justice, love, omniscience,
immortality. “Airy scriptural conjectures!” This insensitive
viewpoint, aweless before the cosmic spectacle, arouses a train of
events which brings its own awakening.
The omnipotence of spiritual law was referred to by Christ on the
occasion of his triumphant entry into Jerusalem. As the disciples
and the multitude shouted for joy, and cried, “Peace in heaven, and
glory in the highest,” certain Pharisees complained of the undignified
spectacle. “Master,” they protested, “rebuke thy disciples.”
“I tell you,” Jesus replied, “that, if these should hold their
peace, the stones would immediately cry out.” {FN31-6}
In this reprimand to the Pharisees, Christ was pointing out that
divine justice is no figurative abstraction, and that a man of
peace, though his tongue be torn from its roots, will yet find his
speech and his defense in the bedrock of creation, the universal
order itself.
“Think you,” Jesus was saying, “to silence men of peace? As well may
you hope to throttle the voice of God, whose very stones sing His
glory and His omnipresence. Will you demand that men not celebrate
in honor of the peace in heaven, but should only gather together in
multitudes to shout for war on earth? Then make your preparations,
O Pharisees, to overtopple the foundations of the world; for it is
not gentle men alone, but stones or earth, and water and fire and
air that will rise up against you, to bear witness of His ordered
harmony.”
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