Paramahamsa Hariharananda, known affectionately as Baba (meaning "father" in Sanskrit), was a divine mystery, a fountain of chaotic beauty and bliss. As Baba himself once said, "If anyone tried to know who is Baba, he would go mad"... Coming to his touch, even for a fleeting moment, could change a destiny. It certainly changed mine.
Never in my existence had I met a master so audacious, so unconventional, and so caring that he would risk EVERYTHING to pull out his disciples from their own self-created darkness.
Baba left us on December 3, 2002, but his teachings live on through his beautiful flowers (as he would endearingly refer to his disciples).
I have posted a few Baba stories, a faint echo of the immense love that visited us for 95 blessed years. The history of Kriya Yoga was changed for ever.
If you have some Baba stories to share, please leave a comment.
In love with all flowers,
Swamiji
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My relationship with Baba has been like a baseball game. Like the greatest players, always hit a homerun on the bottom of the ninth inning with a full count, with the bases loaded and loosing 3-0. Latest game played on December in Casa Grande during a beautifull retreat hosted by Swamito in Puerto Rico. I never had the chance of meeting Baba in the flesh, but since his departure from his body chariot His love is ever present with me. Never more deeply and real than on His Mahasamadhi celebration. His blissfull presence melt every trace of fear and anxiety of my being with Divine Love. I don't know what will happen in the next moment. I don't know who am I anymore. I only know that on the bottom of the ninth with a full count and the bases loaded, Baba will be there for me to hit the Homerun.
Humble
Angel
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