God’s Call Within

 

By Nayaswami Narayan Romano
September 4, 2018

Have you ever heard a whisper through your conscience that you disregarded? I think a lot of times I’m simply deaf to Divine guidance.

However, the other day I started my morning with a “deeper, longer, thirsty, guru-given meditation” that made me more receptive to the silent language of grace. Dharmadevi and I meditated for a longer period of time and ended with healing prayers for a friend who was in need of support. After our meditation we left for the day to run some errands. As I was walking to the car, I noticed a copy of Autobiography of a Yogi sitting on a shelf in the garage.

It was half covered, but I saw Paramhansa Yogananda’s eyes. As I looked at his photograph on the book cover, I heard a voice say, “Pick up the Autobiography of a Yogi. There will be someone during your errands that I want you to give it to.” Normally, I would have the “dreamer, walk on!” response (similar to what Yogananda said to himself when he first saw his Guru, Sri Yukteswar). But, because I was in a space of openness from the longer meditation, I paused and listened to this inner voice. Without over analyzing it, I picked up the book and we went on our way.

Our first stop of the day was the post office. We’ve started an eBay business selling spiritual items to raise money for our Ananda LA Temple of Light Fund. We went into the post office and asked how to scan our packages for shipment. The postwoman said, “Cathy over there can help you out.”

We walked over to Cathy, another USPS employee. I noticed she was writing what seemed to be a birthday card so I started a conversation.

“Hi, Cathy, we’re here to send some shipments. She said you can help us scan them in. Who’s the card for?”

“Oh, it’s for my daughter who’s in the military and serving it Italy. I’m going to visit her next month,” she replied.

“Wow,” I responded, “have you ever been to Italy?”

“No. I’m so looking forward to seeing her and Italy for the first time.”

As I was handing her packages, I completely forgot that I was also holding the copy of Autobiography of a Yogi in my hand. As she took one of the packages from me, she saw Yogananda’s picture, she reached out and touched the book and said:

“Oh, you have the yogi there! I’ve heard of him!”

“Have you ever read his book?” I asked.

“No, but I’ve wanted to read it.” she responded.

“Here, take it.” I said, “You can read it on your trip to Italy.”

“Oh, thank you, dear!” With a big smile she exclaimed, “I’m clutching it to my heart.” And she pressed the book close to her chest.

I was so touched that Divine Mother and my guru used me in this simple way to share inspiration with a seeming stranger who became my friend. I look forward to seeing Cathy when I return to the post office!

God’s call within comes through what Yogananda called “whispers from eternity”. In order to hear them, we must first quiet our hearts and minds so we can act as divine beings in this world. The symbol of the cross represents this center of our divine nature. For example, the vertical line is symbolic of our spine and brain which are the “altars of God.” And the horizontal line is our desire to share God’s love with all. As Jesus Christ said, “Thou shalt love the Lord, thy God, with all your heart, all your mind, all your soul, and all your strength; and love your neighbor as yourself.”

Swami Kriyananda’s song, “God’s Call Within” describes this inner openness that leads to our true home in God from which we can share Him with all.

May we be ever open to God’s grace and ever purer channels to share His love with all!

Nayaswami Narayan

 

 
 

 
 
God’s Call Within

by Swami Kriyananda

Listen! Listen!
Whispering within your soul:
Hints of laughter, hints of joy;
Sweet songs of sadness, of quenchless yearning
For the Light,
For My love, your true home.

Long your heart has played the dancer.
Long you’ve toyed with merest shadows
Of the treasures left behind you,
Deep in your soul.

Long you’ve plumbed the dark for answers.
Long you’ve begged from beggars’ empty hands
Gifts of life they too were seeking:
Gifts none could share.

Friend, how long will you wander?
Friend, as long as you seek your home
In a land where all are strangers,
Love locks her door.

Leave to the weak his craven life!
To the coward leave his dreaming!
O my saint, wake up! Reclaim the light.
Seek the truth behind all seeming.

Leave to the weak his craven life!
To the coward leave his dreaming!
O my saint, wake up! Reclaim the light.
Seek the truth behind all seeming.

Turn, turn, turn within:
In silence of soul, in cave of love
Find My abode.

Listen! Listen!
Whispering within your soul:
Hints of laughter, hints of joy;
Sweet songs of sadness, of quenchless yearning
For the Light,
For My love, your true home.