It was one of those magical early fall evenings, October 2, 1982. My fiancée and I were driving back to New York City after a day trip up New York’s Hudson River Valley. As we drove, we passed a gap between two hills and saw the full moon rising.
It was the most perfect, effulgent, radiant moon, illuminating the outline of clouds above and below. I gasped in amazement. Cars were pulling over to the side of the freeway, and people were running out to witness the magical sight. In a state of awe, I thought, “I have never seen anything so perfectly beautiful.”
Less than an hour later we visited the Siddha Yoga Ashram in Manhattan and learned that Baba had taken mahasamadhi. I was shocked. Yet, remembering what I had seen, I also felt a profound inner expansiveness. I understood that in Baba’s final merging, he truly had become one with all. Even the night sky had reflected the light of his divine Consciousness.
a Siddha Yogi from Ohio, USA