On the morning of October 2, 1982, as I was preparing to participate in a Shaktipat Intensive at the Siddha Yoga Ashram in Melbourne, my wife took a phone call. She quietly came and told me the call was from a sevite at the Ashram, informing us that Baba had taken mahasamadhi. The Intensive was canceled and we would chant Baba’s name instead.
As I received the news of Baba’s mahasamadhi, something surprising happened: an unrestrained love raced through me, the hair on my body standing on end. Never before having experienced such a wondrous state, I stared at my wife wordlessly.
Then we both recalled Baba saying that when he left his body he would enter the hearts of his devotees everywhere. I felt that this was happening to me right then and there.
Later as we chanted Om Namo Bhagavate Muktanandaya for the first time, a single teardrop glistened in my eye. It was a tear of happiness. What was the point of grief, I thought? Baba had entered my heart permanently.
a Siddha Yogi from North Carolina, USA