The last two months which the Swami passed on earth were lull of events foreshadowing the approaching end, though at the time these events passed by unsuspected by those about him. Every trifling incident had its portent and a host of associations that throbbed with a peculiarly significant meaning. Some time after he had returned from Varanasi the Swami greatly desired to see all his Sanmnsin disciples, and wrote to them asking them to visit him, if only for a short time. The call came even to those beyond the seas. Some came ; others busy at various centres could not avail themselves of what proved later on to be the last opportunity of seeing once again their beloved Leader, to whose cause they had dedicated their whole life and soul. And great indeed was their sorrow then. Oh, if they had but known what the call had meant, they would have left everything to respond to the summons.
Sister Nivedita, writing about it has said,
“Many of his disciples from distant parts of the world gathered round the Swami on his return to Calcutta. Ill as he looked, there was none, probably, w’ho suspected how near the end had come. Yet visits were paid and farewells exchanged that it had needed voyages half round the world to make.”
Strangely enough, as days passed by, the Swami felt more and more the necessity of withdrawing himself from the task of directing the affairs of the Math, in order to give those that were about him a free hand. “How often,” he said, “does a man ruin his disciples by remaining always with them! When men are once trained, it is essential that their leader leave them, for without his absence they cannot develop themselves!” When he spoke thus, it invariably caused pain to those who loved him. They felt that if he should go, it would mean a terrible blow to the work. But there were times in his deep meditation, when the Swami cared for nothing but Infinite Repose. Work and all other bonds were dropping oil ; more than ever did he withdraw himself irom all outer concerns. Meditation became his own great occupation. The Master and the Mother were constantly in his mind. A great Tapasya and meditation had come upon him, and he was making ready for death. His Gurubhais and disciples became very anxious at seeing their beloved Leader retire into such an atmosphere of austerity and meditation, the prophecy of Shri Ramakrishna that Naren would merge in the Nirvikalpa Samadhi at the end of his work, when he would realise who and what he really was and refuse to remain in the body, constantly haunted their memory. “Not long before his departure,” writes Sister Nivedita, “some of his brother-monks were one day talking over the old days, and one of them asked him quite casually, ‘Do you know yet who you were, Swamiji?’ His unexpected reply, ‘Yes, I know now!’ awed them into silence, and none dared to question him further.”
Every thing about him in these days was so deliberate and full of meaning that it seemed strange that no one apprehended the true import. They must have been deceived by the Swanii’s cheerful bearing, and by the fact that since the beginning of June he seemed to have become himself again.
One day, about a week before the end, the Swami bade his disciple, Swami Shuddhananda, to bring the Bengali almanac to him. On getting it, he turned over several pages of it beginning at that day and kept it in his room. He was seen several times on subsequent days studying the almanac intently, as if he was undecided about something he wanted to know. Only after he had passed away was the significance of this incident understood by his sorrowing Gurubhais and disciples ; then they realised that he had decided to throw off the bondage of the body, on a certain day, and the day he chose of all others was the Fourth of July!
Three days before his passing away, as he was walking up and down on the spacious lawn of the monastery in the afternoon with Swami Premananda, the Swami pointed to a particular spot on the bank of the Ganga, and said to him gravely, “When I give up the body, cremate it there!*’ On that very spot stands today a temple in his honour.
Sister Nivedita, introducing many significant facts in connection with the Swami’s passing away and his foreknowledge of it, writes:
“When June closed, however, he knew well enough that the end was near. ‘I am making ready for death!’ he said to one who was with him, on the Wednesday before he died. ‘A great Tapasya and meditation has come upon me, and I am making ready for death!’
“And we who did not dream that he would leave us, till at least some three or four years had passed, knew nevertheless that the words were true. News of the world met but a far-away rejoinder from him at this time. Even a word of anxiety as to the scarcity of the rains, seemed almost to pass him by as in a dream. It was useless to ask him now for an opinion on the questions of the day. “You may be right,” he said quietly, “but I cannot enter any more into these matters. I am going down into death!”
“Once in Kashmir, after an attack of illness, I had seen him lift a couple of pebbles, saying, “Whenever death approaches me, all weakness vanishes. I have neither fear, nor doubt, nor thought of the external. I simply busy myself making ready to die. I am as hard as that” — and the stones struck one another in his hand — “for I have touched the Feet of God!”
“Personal revelation was so rare with him, that these words could never be forgotten. Again, on returning from the cave of Amarnath, in that same summer of 1898, had he not said, laughingly, that he had there received the grace of Amarnath — not to die till he himself should will to do so? Now this, seeming to promise that death would never take him by surprise, had corresponded so well with the prophecy of Shri Ramakrishna — that when he should know who and what he was, he would refuse to remain a moment longer in the body — that one had banished from one’s mind all anxiety on this score, and even his own grave and significant words at the present time did not suffice to revive it.
“Did we not remember, moreover, the story of the great Nirvikalpa Samadhi of his youth, and how, when it was over, his Master had said, “This is your mango. Look! I lock it in my box. You shall taste it once more, when your work is finished!” “— And we may wait for that,” said the monk who told me the tale. “We shall know when the time is near. For he will tell us that, again he has tasted his mango.”
“How strange it seems now, looking back on that time, to realize in how many ways the expected hint was given, only to fall on cars that did not hear, to reach minds that could not understand!
“It would seem, indeed, that, in his withdrawal from all weakness and attachment, there was one exception. That, which had ever been dearer to him than life, kept still its power to move him. It was on the last Sunday before the end that he said to one of his disciples, “You know, the work is always my weak point! When I think that might come to an end, I am all undone!”
“On Wednesday [July 2] of the same week, the day being Ekadashi, and himself keeping the fast in all strictness, he insisted on serving the morning meal to the same disciple [Nivedita]. Each dish as it was offered — boiled seeds of the jackfruit, boiled potatoes, plain rice, and ice-cold milk — formed the subject of playful chat; and finally, to end the meal, he himself poured the water over the hands, and dried them with a towel.”
“It is I who should do these things for you, Swamiji! Not you for me!” was the protest naturally offered. But his answer was startling in its solemnity — “Jesus washed the feet of His disciples!” Something checked the answer — “But that was the last time!” — as it rose to the lips, and the words remained unuttered. This was well. For here also, the last time had come.
“There was nothing sad or grave about the Swami during these days. In the midst of anxiety about over-fatiguing him, in spite of conversation deliberately kept as light as possible, touching only upon the animals that surrounded him, his garden experiments, books, and absent friends, over and beyond all this, one was conscious the while of a luminous presence, of which his bodily form seemed only as a shadow or symbol. Never had one felt so strongly as now, before him, that one stood on the threshold of an infinite light. Yet none was prepared, least of all on that last happy Friday, July the 4th, on which he appeared so much stronger and better than he had been for years, to see the end so soon.”
On the day of the Mahasamadhi itself, whether consciously or intuitively, his actions were most deliberate and full of meaning. His solitary meditation for three hours in the morning from eight to eleven was the most striking. He rose rather early that day and, after partaking of his tea, entered the chapel of the monastery. After some time it was noticed that he had closed all the windows and bolted all the doors. What transpired there, no one will ever know. In his meditation his own Master and the Divine Mother — to his own realization One and the Same Personality — must have been present, for, when he had finished, he broke forth in a touching song in which the highest Jnana mingled with the highest Bhakti.
Descending the stairs of the shrine, he walked back and forth in the courtyard of the monastery, his mind withdrawn. Suddenly the tenseness of his thought expressed itself in a whisper loud enough to be heard by Swami Premananda who was nearby. The Swami was saying to himself, “If there were another Vivekananda, he would have understood what Vivekananda has done! And yet, how many Vivekanandas shall be born in time!!” This remark startled his brother-disciple, for never did the Swami speak thus, save when the floodgates of his soul were thrown open and the living waters of the highest Consciousness rushed forth.
Another unusual incident took place, when the Swami, who was not in the habit of taking his food with his brother-monks and disciples, dined with them in the refectory. Still more strange was his relish of food. He had never felt better, he said.
This same Friday morning he expressed a desire to have the Kali Puja performed at the monastery on the following day, that being an auspicious one for the worship of the Mother. Soon after, Swami Ramakrishnananda’s father, Shri Ishwarchandra Chakravarti, a devout worshipper of Kali, came. On seeing him, the Swami was delighted and explained his intention to him. He called Swamis Shuddhananda and Bodhananda and instructed them to secure all the necessaries for the intended ceremony which they hastened to do.
Of course, the Kali Puja could not be performed on the following day (Saturday, July 5) as he had wished; but from Sister Nivedita’s letter of August 7, 1902, to Miss MacLeod, we learn that it was performed about a month later. She writes: “Three wishes…… which he expressed the very day he went — ‘want to do something for Japan.’ A night’s worship of the Mother; which was carried out by the men last Saturday [August 2]. And [to see] Mr. [R. C.] Dutta; which will surely bring them together somewhere in the universe.”
After instructing the disciples to make preparations for the Kali Puja, the Swami asked Swami Shuddhananda to fetch the Shukla-Yajur- Veda from the library. When the latter had brought it, the Swami asked him to read the Mantra beginning with the words “Sushumnah Suryarashmih”, with the commentary on it. The disciple read the Mantra together with the commentary. When he had finished a part of it, the Swami remarked: “This interpretation of the passage does not appeal to my mind. Whatever may be the commentator’s interpretation of the word ‘Sushumnah’, the seed or the basis of what the Tantras, in later ages, speak of as the Sushumna nerve-channel in the body, is contained here, in this Vedic Mantra. You, my disciples, should try to discover the true import of these Mantras and make original reflections and commentaries on the Shastras.”
The passage above referred to is the fortieth verse in the eighteenth chapter of Madhyandina recension of the Vajasaneyi Samhita of the Shukla-Yajur-Veda,
The purport of Mahidhara’s commentary on this may be put thus: “That Chandra (Moon) who is of the form of Gandharva, who is Sushumna, that is, giver of supreme happiness to those who perform sacrifices (Yajnas), and whose rays are like the rays of the Sun — may that Chandra protect us Brahmanas and Kshatriyas ! We offer our oblations to him (Svaha vat)! His (Chandra’s) Apsaras are the stars, who are illuminators (hence called Bhekurayas) — we offer our oblations to them (Svaha)!”
At 1 p.m., a quarter of an hour after the midday repast, the Swami entered the Brahmacharis’ room and called them to attend the class on Sanskrit grammar. One who attended this class writes: “The class lasted for nearly three hours. But no monotony was felt. For he (the Swami) would tell a witty story or make bons mots now and then to lighten his teaching, as he was wont to do. Sometimes the joke would be with reference to the wording of a certain aphorism, or he would make an amusing play upon its words knowing that the fun would make it easier for recollection. On this particular day he spoke of how he had coached his college friend, Dasharathi Sanyal, in English history in one night by following a similar process. He, however, appeared a little tired after the grammar class.”
Some time later the Swami, accompanied by Swami Premananda, went out for a long walk, as far as the Belur Bazaar and spoke with his brother-disciple on many interesting subjects, particularly on his proposed scheme of founding a Vedic college in the monastery. In order to have a clearer understanding of what the Swami felt on the matter, Swami Premananda asked, “What will be the good of studying the Vedas, Swamiji?” To this the Swami replied, “It will kill out superstitions!”
Returning to the Math the Swami talked for a while with the monks. Oh, if they had but known that these were the last words they would ever hear from the lips of their dear and blessed Leader, their all in all!
As evening approached, the Swami’s mind became more and more withdrawn, and when the bell for the evening service rang, he retired to his own room. There he sat in meditation facing the Ganga. What occurred on that memorable day of the Swami’s passing has been best told by some members of the Order, and a few of these different versions are given below.
That written by Swami Saradananda on July 24 to Dr. Logan, the President of the San Francisco Vedanta Society, read:
…We sent a cable to the New York Vedanta Society with directions to communicate to you, and to all friends in the United States, about the Nirvana of our beloved Swami Vivekananda. He entered into the Life Eternal on July 4, Friday evening at ten minutes past nine. It came upon us so suddenly that even the Swamis, in the rooms next to his in the Math, had not the slightest intimation of it. The Swami was meditating in his own room at 7 p.m. leaving word that none was to come to him until called for. An hour after, he called one of us and requested him to fan his head. He lay down on his bed quietly, and the one tending him thought he was either sleeping or meditating. An hour after, his hands trembled a little, and he breathed once very deeply. Then all was quiet for a minute or two. Again he breathed in the same manner, his eyes becoming fixed in the centre of his eye-brows and his face assuming a divine expression, and all was over.
All through the day he felt as free and easy as possible, nay, freer than what he had felt for the last six months. He meditated in the morning for three hours at a stretch, took his meals with a perfect appetite, gave talks on Sanskrit grammar, philosophy, and on the Vedas to the Swamis at the Math for more than two hours and discoursed on the Yoga philosophy. He walked in the afternoon for about two miles, and on returning enquired after everyone very tenderly. While resting for a time, he conversed on the rise and fall of nations with his companions, and then went into his own room to meditate—you know the rest.
A monastic disciple of the Swami writes:
The Mahasamadhi took place a few minutes after 9 p.m. The supper bell had just been rung when the inmates were called to see what had happened to the Swami. Swamis Premananda and Nishchayananda began to chant aloud the name of the Master, believing that he might be brought to consciousness thereby. But he lay there in his room on his back, motionless, and the course proved fruitless. Swami Advaitananda asked Swami Bodhananda to feel the Swami’s pulse. After a vain attempt for a while, he stood up and began to cry aloud. Swami Advaitananda then told Nirbhayananda, “Alas, what are you looking at! Hasten to Dr. Mahendranath Mazumdar [of Baranagar, under whose treatment Swamiji was during these days] and bring him here soon as you can.” Another crossed the river and went to Calcutta to give information to Swamis Brahmananda and Saradananda who were there on that day, and bring them to Math. They arrived about half past ten. The doctor examined him thoroughly, found life suspended, and tried to bring him back by artificial respiration. At midnight the doctor pronounced life extinct. Dr. Mazumdar said that it might have been due to sudden heart-failure. Dr. Bipinbihari Ghosh, who came from Calcutta the next day, said that it was due to apoplexy. But none of the doctors, who came afterwards and heard of the symptoms, could agree. Whatever they might say, the monks of the Math have the unshakeable conviction that the Swami had voluntarily cast off the body in Samadhi, when he did not want to remain any longer in the world, as predicted by Shri Ramakrishna.
Sister Nivedita came in the morning. She sat all the while by the Swami and fanned him, till the body was brought down at 2.pm. to the porch leading to the courtyard, where the Aratrika was performed before taking it to the spot which had been indicated by the Swami himself for cremation.
A brother-disciple of the Swami writes in the Udbodhan:
… He next meditated from 8 to 11 a.m. in the shrine. On other days he never meditated so long at one sitting. Nor could he meditate in an unventilated room, with doors and windows shut; but on this day he meditated after having shut and bolted all the doors and windows of the chapel.
After meditation he began to sing a beautiful song on Shyama (Mother Kali). The monks below were charmed to hear the sweet strains of it coming from the shrine-room. The song ran thus, “Is my mother dark? -the dark-featured Mother, who has dishevelled hair, illumines the lotus of the heart!…”
He took his noonday meal that day with great relish. After meals he taught the disciples Laghukaumudi, a standard work on Sanskrit grammar, for more than two hours and a half. Then in the afternoon he took a walk for nearly two miles with a brother-monk. For many days past he could not walk so far. He said he was very well that day. In the course of the walk he expressed his particular desire to establish a Vedic school in the Math. After returning from the walk, he attended to some personal needs and afterwards said that he felt very light in body. After conversation for some time, he went to his own room and told one of his disciples to bring him his rosary. Then, asking the disciple to wait outside, he sat down to tell his beads and meditate in the room alone. He had thought of worshipping Kali the next day, which was a Saturday with Amavasya (new moon). He had talked much about this that day.
After meditating and telling his beads for about an hour, he laid himself down on his bed on the floor, and calling the disciple, who was waiting outside, asked him to fan his head a little. He had the rosary still in his hand. The disciple thought the Swami was perhaps having a light sleep. About an hour later, his hand shook a little. Then came two deep breaths. The disciple thought he fell into Samadhi. He then went downstairs and called a sannyasi, who came and found on examination that there was neither respiration nor pulse. Meanwhile, another sannyasi came and, thinking him to be in Samadhi, began to chant aloud the Master’s name continually, but in no way was the Samadhi broken! That night an eminent physician was called in. He examined the body for a long time and afterwards said that life was extinct.
The next morning it was found that the eyes were bloodshot and that there was a little bleeding through the mouth and nostrils. Other doctors remarked that it was due to the rupture of a blood-vessel in the brain. This clearly leads to the conclusion that, in the process of Japa and meditation, his Brahmarandhra [aperture in the crown of the head] must have been pierced when he left the body!
After his Mahasamadhi several doctors came and examined his body minutely and tried to bring him back to consciousness. They exhausted all the means and methods that they knew of rousing him, but to no avail. They could not, in point of fact, make out the real cause of his death. He died, in truth, of his own accord. He was born a yogi, and he died a yogi!
Still another version reads:…
… For a month before his passing away, the Swami used to meditate much more than usual; and on these days it seemed as if he had no disease in the body…. On this day, before going for the afternoon walk with Swami Premananda, he talked with him in a merry mood on various topics concerning the West. In the evening he went up to his room to meditate. After some time the Swami called in a disciple and asked him to open all the windows of the room as it was warm and to fan him. Next he laid himself down on the bedding on the floor. After the Brahmachari had gently fanned him at the head for a while, the Swami said to him, “All right; no more need of fanning ! It would be better if you rubbed my feet a little.” Saying this, he seemed to have fallen asleep shortly after. In this way an hour passed; the disciple was rubbing him; the Swami was lying on his left side. He changed sides once within this time, and, shortly after that, he cried in exactly the same way as babies cry out in dreams. The Brahmachari noticed, a little after this, that the Swami breathed a deep breath, and his head rolled down the pillow. Another long deep breath like the preceding one, and then all was calm and still about him like death! The tired child slept in the lap of the Mother, whence there was no awakening to this world of Maya!
The Swami passed away at the age of thirty-nine years, five months and twenty-four days, thus fulfilling a prophecy which was frequently on his lips, “I shall never live to see forty.”
Nothing could have been more startling than the news of the death of Swami Vivekananda. The monks at the Belur Math were struck dumb at the thought of their bitter, irreparable loss. The monastery was shrouded in gloom.
In the morning, people poured into the monastery from all quarters. Carriages passed through the monastery gate, and boats arrived at the ghat bringing a large number of passengers. Sadness reigned everywhere. The body lay in state in the room which only a day or two ago rang with the laughter and stirring eloquence of the inspired monk. Hundreds passed before the body in silence, their eyes debating whether he was dead. Then they turned in a tempest of grief from the lifeless form of him whom they had loved more than their own life, saying to themselves: “Is our Swami really gone?” And one looking at the face of Swami Vivekananda on this day, vowed then and there to devote his life thenceforth solely to the service of his country.
Not since the passing of their Master, Shri Ramakrishna, had the monks known such a bereavement. Never before had the scene of their Master’s cremation been brought so forcibly to their minds. They felt that the bottom had fallen out of everything. When the Master himself had passed away, he had given them to Naren’s charge. Now that both had left the mortal plane, the monks felt themselves as strangers in the caravan-serai of this world.
In spite of the conclusion of learned doctors, there was an unreasonable hope that Swami Vivekananda might, after all, return to mortal consciousness. Perhaps this was the very highest Samadhi; perhaps he might return from it. For this reason the body was left within the room upstairs until a late hour of the next day. But every moment the body became colder and more rigid, and all were convinced beyond doubt that the Soul had sped forever into the regions of Everlasting Light and Life. When they were forced to believe that he was physically no more, the elder monks despatched some of the disciples to Calcutta to herald the news. Some were sent to telegraph the message to different parts of India and the world. Some were sent for sandalwood, incense, flowers, etc. Incense was burned in many quarters of the monastery. The monastery grounds were crowded with people. Everyone in the monastery felt that this was the last time that they could have a look at the blessed form of the Prophet, who had preached the Modern Gospel to many peoples of near and distant lands, whose greatness had been felt everywhere.
Towards the afternoon the body was brought downstairs to the porch in front of the courtyard. There on a cot it lay, wrapped in the robes symbolic of sannyasi’s poverty. The soles of his feet were painted with Alta, a kind of crimson pigment, and impressions were taken of them on muslin, to be preserved as sacred mementoes. Then the Arati service was performed, this being the last rite of worship to that form which had been the instrument for the revelation of the Highest Truth. Lights were waved, Mantras were recited, conchs were blown, bells were rung, and incense was burned. At the end of the ceremony some bowed low, others fell prostrate on the ground in salutation, and those who were disciples touched with their heads the feet of their Blessed Master’s earthly form.
A procession was formed, and the cot on which the body rested was slowly lifted. Again and again rose the thrilling shouts of “Jai Shri Guru Maharajji Ki Jai! Jai Shri Swamiji Maharajji Ki Jai!” from the depths of the devotees’ hearts.
The procession moved slowly through the courtyard across the spacious lawn, until it reached the Bilva tree which stands in the south-eastern corner of the grounds. There, slightly ahead and to the left, on the very spot where the Swami himself had desired his body to be cremated, the funeral pyre was built. Finally the body was placed upon the funeral pyre by the monks and devotees. Reeds were lighted, and along with the monks scores of persons lighted the pyre until it was all ablaze.
In the deep dusk the flames died down, and in the souls of those who stood about, an intense calm prevailed. And when the flames had died out and the body had returned to its original elements, leaving only burning coals and smouldering embers behind, the monks poured Ganga water over the pyre, and in the darkness their prayers went to the Lord for guidance and protection. A great peace came — and utmost resignation. All felt that the Lord knew best; and in their sorrow, they said in the depths of their hearts, “O Lord, Thy will be done!”
The next day, the monks gathered the sacred relics for themselves and the future generations. Today a temple stands on that spot. An altar has been built, and upon it is a marble bas-relief of the Swami. Here the monks are wont to pray and meditate in silence. The table of the altar stands on the very spot on which the body of the Swami rested in the flames. Some of the relics are kept here, and a copper receptacle near the altar of Bhagavan Shri Ramakrishna in the shrine contains the rest.
Of these days Sister Nivedita wrote to Miss MacLeod on July 16:
“The Math is absorbed these days in weeping and in worship, and everyone tends to slip back under the hypnotism of things said in illness and caprice, don’t you know? I feel enslaved and terrorized by the thought of it, but they will work out their own way for themselves…. Do you realize how ideally great the last scene has been? How even enemies catch their breath and worship?
Quietly to put the body down as a worn-out garment at the end of an evening meditation! “That will be a great death I shall die, saying ‘Hara! Hara! Hara!’ “I remember his saying long ago. And it has come true. With the laurels green, with all things in order, with the shield undimmed, he went. Oh Swami, dear Swami, grant me always to carry out your innermost will — not merely the personal whim or weakness!
True, the monks and the lay disciples of the Order were still grief-stricken, but their faith in, and resignation to, their Lord with the resulting peace had taken away the sting of death. Deep beneath the veils of sorrow, all were aware that this was not the end. Emptiness dwelt in the monastery; but within the silence and illumination of their hearts, all were conscious of the fact that life in the soul, such as their Leader lived, could not have remained long shut up within the prison-walls of earthly existence, and that his constantly intensifying realization must have burned the body-consciousness and soared beyond the grasp of death in Nirvikalpa Samadhi.
Across the sad event of his passing from the world, the words he spoke long before his death ring out now with a triumphant meaning: “It may be that I shall find it good to get outside my body — to cast it off like a worn-out garment. But I shall not cease to work! I shall inspire men everywhere, until the world shall know that it is one with God!” That inspiration has come, it shall remain with mankind until the whole world attains to the Highest Truth. Ay, he scorned Mukti for himself, until he could lead all beings in the universe to its portals.
Vision and Realization are imperishable; being of the Truth, they are eternal. And he who has found the Truth is eternal — he has Eternity in the palm of his hand, as it were. The notes of Freedom and Realization are heard beyond the boundaries of life and death; and with the numerous devotees, the apostles and disciples of the Modern Gospel — the prophets and the saints and seers of the Sanatana Dharma — the Voice of India is heard and shall resound down the centuries in those shouts of praise and triumph:
Jai Shri Guru Maharajji ki Jai!
Jai Shri Swamiji Maharajji ki Jai!
Jai Shri Sanatana Dharma ki Jai!
The benediction of the Most High rests now over the world anew. The flames of the Sanatana Dharma have been rekindled. Truly, gods have walked amongst the sons of men! The Lord Himself, Truth Itself, was embodied as Ramakrishna-Vivekananda for the good of the world. The spirit of India herself had been made flesh; and they, the twin-souls who were horn once more to awaken her, the great mother of religions, have passed from the flesh into the silence of the infinite, having fulfilled their mission and given the message. The Divine Mother Herself, the destroyer of illusion and the giver, of the waters of life, has walked upon the earth; and the sun of Brahman has bathed the world with its rays, scattering the clouds of darkness and ignorance, spreading the light of the celestial effulgence! The ends of the world have met, and the gospel of the age has been preached to the nations of the world. The luminous spirits, who were the founder and the prophet of the new gospel, came because religion had declined and unrighteousness had prevailed. And they are to come again and again for the good of the world, for the establishment of righteousness, for the reinterpretation of the Sanatana Dharma, and for the manifestation of the kingdom which is not of this world, the passport to which is the motto:
“Renounce! Renounce! Realize the Divine Nature! Arise! Awake! and stop not till the goal is reached!’
HARIH OM TAT SAT!
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