In 1982, when I was serving in Gurudev Siddha Peeth, I offered Baba a book of poetry I had just written, called Baniano (banyan tree). I had the dedication translated into Hindi: “To the golden lotus feet of Swami Muktananda Paramahamsa, giver of grace.” Baba looked lovingly at the title and the dedication, gave me his blessings, and asked if I had written the book under the banyan tree in the Ashram garden. I had not. Yet from that day on, I went every afternoon to write by the banyan.
One Saturday afternoon I was there under the banyan tree when Baba passed by in his golf cart. I began to see his face in everything around me, the trees, the leaves, the dust.
That night I awoke with a sweet taste in my mouth. My whole body was full of ecstasy, and there was a strong vibration in the crown of my head. I was feeling Baba’s presence and love very intensely. I didn’t know until the next morning that at exactly the time I woke up, Baba had taken mahasamadhi.
A Siddha Yogi from Cuernavaca, Mexico