Christmas Gift (Experience of E.E.Dickinson.) Christmas greetings to all the readers.

Many salutations to Sadhguru.

On the spiritual path, the Guru does not arrive by chance. By divine design, the seeker waits, guided by unseen hands, until the destined Master appears. As a five-year-old child in a small village of Nebraska, E. E. Dickinson was drowning in a deep pond. At the edge of life, a miracle unfolded— a radiant sphere of rainbow light and within it, a serene figure, smiling, blessing, assuring protection. Moments later, a branch reached his grasp, and life was restored. Twelve years passed. In September 1893, in Chicago, walking toward the World Parliament of Religions, Dickinson saw the same luminous presence again. It entered a great hall and vanished. Inside, upon the stage, sat Swami Vivekananda. After the historic address, Vivekananda smiled at the young seeker like an old and loving friend. Reading his unspoken longing, the Swami said gently: “I am not your Guru. Your Guru will come later. He will give you a silver bowl and shower upon you blessings you cannot yet bear.” Years rolled on—thirty-two long years— with prayer, longing, and waiting. One night in 1925, a heart broken by yearning cried to God. Celestial music filled the sky; divine beings appeared and faded. The next evening, in Los Angeles, Dickinson attended a discourse by Paramahamsa Yogananda. The heart knew instantly— the Guru had arrived. Eleven years of devotion followed. Then, on Christmas Day, 1936, Yogananda placed a silver bowl into Dickinson’s hands— the prophecy fulfilled, the promise sealed by grace. Thus, the Guru comes— not early, not late, but exactly when the soul is ready. **May Sadhguru's compassionate rays guide every seeker to their destined Guru. Om Sai, Sri Sai, Jaya Jaya Sai.** 🙏 REf: "Autobiography of a Yogi" by Paramahansa Yogananda.

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